Lately I've been feeling the lonely pinch most women my age attribute to maternal pangs, but for me it's pet pangs. My whole life I've lived with pets. Bobby and Argo. Cashew and Regi. Jacky and Vito. Since my allergies have hit an all time bad, I have been pet free and it's recently started to kill me. Sure I've never felt better, but I miss feeling the weight on my shins of a cat or dog lying on the bed while I sleep. I miss hearing their panting breathing. I miss the fanfare when I come home. No I don't miss the vet bills or the cleaning of the poo, but the good really does out way the stinky.