When I woke up this morning my first thought was of Sophie and my second was of my grandmother, Autumn Brown, who showed me by her actions that pets were as important as people.
I was proud of her for scooping cats from the side of the road and either immediately take them home or bring them to the shelter.
She amused me when she routinely put table scraps in tin pie plates and then brought them to the woods for the raccoons to eat. I thought, "Why can't she let the raccoons find food on their own?", but this act of kindness made her happy and that was all that mattered.
She'd be so proud of me for being so emotional over the loss of my chance to adopt Sophie. In fact, she'd be the first person I would've invited to my apartment to greet Sophie two nights ago. I'm positive she would've bought her blankets, toys, and treats because that was the kind of person she was.
I'm sure everyone who reads this has had someone who influenced you in some small way that pets need unconditional love just as we deserve and crave the same.