Mom's love of animals, by Rose Greene

I got my love of animals from Mom. We often had either a cat or a dog, and one of my favorites was Sultan, a beautiful Siamese. Before he died, he came to say goodbye to me while I was on the back porch and I petted him for the last time. I had the feeling I’d never see him again as I watched him walk away. The same thing happened to me when I lived at the little house in Fremont. My favorite black cat, Snuggles, hadn’t been coming around but came to me as I was leaving to go somewhere. I instinctively knew he was saying goodbye to me as I loved him for the last time. I never saw him again. The most memorable pets we had when I was young were the four Pekingese puppies Mom brought home (with the intention of raising puppies and selling them). That never panned out, but we fell in love with them and enjoyed their company and playing with them for a couple of years, until Mom went to the hospital. Beverly found homes for them.