Itís not that I miss the rats and the guinea pig, exactly, but I keep forgetting theyíre not here any more. Tammy and D.J. came by this afternoon to pack them up and take them home, and the place seems a little quieter all of a sudden. Donít get me wrong. I donít want them back, at least not for more than a few days at a time. But I keep expecting something to squeak and wiggle when I walk by.
I donít think Iím a pet person. Iíve been living alone too long, I suppose, to share my space with another critter. I have the lizards and turkeys that are in my yard every day, and the wild songbirds that drift in and out according to the season, and an occasional deer. Thatís probably as close as I want to get to having a pet.
But I was happy to be chosen to care for someone elseís critters for a few days, and I was just as happy to return them to their loving homes. I know Aiden missed Biffle, and all three of the rodents probably missed the attention they get in a house full of children. Or maybe to them it was like going home after vacation, and theyíll need some time to adjust. Either way, theyíre better off. And I suppose I am, too.