My babies

There’s something special about coming home and being greeted by little paws and quiet, knowing eyes. My pets aren’t just animals living in my house — they’re part of the rhythm of my days.

Don’t get me wrong… having pets is not always peaceful. There is fur everywhere. There is barking. There are little accidents in the house that remind me I probably should have trained them better by now.

Going out takes a bit more planning these days, and trips are definitely harder to organize when you have animals who aren’t quite ready to be left with a sitter yet. At the end of the day, I always want to make sure I come back home for them — because they depend on me just as much as I depend on their presence and the comfort they bring.

One of my younger ones has this “rabbit energy” — if it can be chewed, it will be. Walls, vacuum cords, lamp wires… you name it. And yet he looks so proud of himself and completely innocent after the fact that it’s impossible not to smile.

I’m also expecting nine chickens this year. Nine. And I genuinely believe they are some of the sweetest pets to have. People don’t always understand how much fun they can be, but there’s something oddly calming and joyful about watching them go about their little chicken lives.

Baking, reading, working… there’s usually a furry shadow or a curious beak nearby, offering quiet company and the kind of warmth that makes a house feel alive.

I won’t pretend it’s always easy. Pets are a responsibility, a little bit of chaos, and a whole lot of love mixed together.

And yes… I’ve even found myself looking up rabbits lately. Because apparently, I just can’t resist more fur and feathers in my life.