Maybe Just Some Angel

I believe Chloe bridged the gap between us, and we began to communicate ideas about caring, nurturing, and loving through Chloe, who by the way is my cat, our family cat. As the preteen became a teenager and she began to trust me, I began to appreciate her moments of wisdom and sharing with me. She had treated me like I was an infectious disease, but has grown out of that. For me, it was painful. I sometimes hated her. I believe we have grown to respect each other, especially in that she knows how much I wanted her to get the puppy she wanted. Avy, our mini-golden doodle, is our family puppy, but she's really Audrey's fur baby, who worked for a couple months to earn the money to pay a breeder. I respect that. I also respect how she has trained this sweet addition to our family and home. We are much closer than we have ever been.

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