Do you remember pets you had when you were growing up that you loved so much and lost? Please post their names!
Here's all of mine:
Pinky (the only dog in the lot!)
Sambo, Punkin, Rocky, Blondie, Affee, Tiger, Princess, Speedy, Sami
(And..of course..Precious)

Still with me (the rent-a-cats): Tigger and Snookaroo

Lisa

Of course I remember them, Dogs - Ginger, Honey Bear, Mindy, Peppermint Patty, Benji, Tiffany, Snoopy and Buca. Cats - Benji, and of course Scooter. Two pet &s Fluffy and Puffy. Now we have cate Boo, Fidget, Gabbit, and Marcel. It's amazing how many pets we have gotten to love throughout our lives. They all were so different, yet all so special. Each had their own unique personalities and silly things that they did. Thank you for reminding me to remember them. That brought smiles to my face, remembering all of them and what they have meant to me.

I had a male cat name Smokey and a black and white collie named blacky when I was a child.
Later I had a poodle named Lady.
I had a newfoundland/lab mix named Wuff, an Alaskan Malamute named Wolf, a cat named Baby and her kittens named Blacky, Victor, and Kitty. I had a stray cat who took up with me that I named Blacky.
All of the above have passed on and gone over to rainbow bridge.
I currently have a collie/husky mix named Macy, a chow named Sheena, 5 house cats - Baby, Smokey, Fluffy, Lucy and Kitty. Lucy and Kitty are mama and daughter and are feral cats who I took in to take care of.

Donna

That is Macy in the picture for my avitar. She was dumped November 4, 2003 and kinda followed me home. Macy is a collie/husky mix and is about 9. I had several eople tell me that maybe she was sent to me because I was going to lose Wolf, my Alaskan Malamute. I said no way. Well, on December 18, 2003 I had to make the decision to have my boy put to sleep. Wolf was 12 years old and I raised him from a 6 week old puppy. It just about killed me having to have him pts. Macy was really there for me. She knew how depressed I was and would just lay by me for hours. I had my chow, Sheena, and my golden retriever, Trixie (pts April 1, 2005) and my cats but Macy is the one who helped me through that very difficult time. I call her my angel dog and I really believe she was sent to me. Macy was severely abused by whoever had her and she was not taken care of. Her coat was all matted and tangled and so I had to cut her hair off (but it grew back so pretty). Macy also tested positive for heartworms. The vet said she had them really bad. We decided to go with the slow treatment due to Macy's age and she pulled through the treatment just fine. My vet told me afterwards that he had fully expected for something to go wrong. I am so blessed to be able to share my life with Macy and I treasure each day that we have together. I hope she lives to a very ripe old age.

Donna

Cuzz
My very first pet was when I was 7 years old... a German Sheppard. Big dog for a 7 year old! A very protective dog too. When my mother asked me what I wanted to name him "Cuzz" came into my mind for some reason so that what his name was.

Jimmy
My first cat that made me the cat person I am today. He used to lay next to my head when sleeping and purr in my ear all night and put me to sleep.

I lived in a bad neighborhood in Detroit at the time and those two made me feel safe. I had to make a sudden move to my Aunt & Uncles home and couldn't take them with me so I had to give them up.

Even though it's been nearly 30 years now since I seen them I still think of those two all the time. My first childhood pets.

I HAD DOGS COFFEE(##ER SPANIEL) , NUBBY MIXED TERRIER, TEDDY (MIXED), GINGER (##ERPOO) , RUSTY (RED MIN POODLE) AND LASTLY RAGGS ( BICHON) ALSO I HAD CATS JUDY, TIGER, AND PATCHES.
ALL BROUGHT A LOT TO MY LIFE. I FORGOT REX MY IRISH SETTER ( THAT WAS A HANDFUL)
RAGGS MOM JOANNE

Glitter, a beautiful black cat with white under her chin, who had a terrible life, which ended when she was killed by a stray dog on Cape Cod. (My age was 3 to around 10)

Debbie, a very smart, sensitive and beautiful poodle. (My age was 6 to 19)

Zoe, Debbie's daughter, a friendly, wonderful poodle, who died of heart failure at 9 years of age, after being misdiagnosed by a vet. (My age was 8-17)

And then the dog that brought me to this site, Daisy, who was the only dog that I had as an adult, the Yorkshire Terrier, about whom I have written so much.


Daisy's Mommy,

AKA Glitter's, Debbie's and Zoe's sister.


Anne

Fritz (ages birth to 3 years)
When I was born, my parents had a German Shepherd named Fritz (maybe that is where my love of Ger.Sheps. came from !). He passed away when I was around 3 at the age of 14 (old age).

Sandy (ages 3 to 19)
Then my mom was given a co*cker spaniel pup by a neighbor....she named him Sandy. He was with us until he passed away at the age of 16 years (old age).

Sadie (ages 19-27)
My dad got Sadie, a bassett hound, for my mom after losing Sandy. She had always thought they were just the cutest little pups, so my dad thought it would be good for her...he was right. Sadie passed away at only 8 years of age (lymphosarcoma).

And I also don't want to forget little Shadow. He was a little white shep puppy that we saw get hit by a car while my mom was taking me to school one day. Sasha was a young girl then, so I was about 15 or so. We tried everything we could to try to save him. After an extensive hospital stay and several surgeries they told us things didn't look good....to take him home and love him. We did. He survived for only 3 more weeks (although that was longer than the vet expected), but they were filled with all the love we could give him. He may have only been with us for 3 short weeks, but he will live in our hearts with all of our other furbabies forever.

And of course my most loved girl Sasha . She was with me from the ages of 14-30, and was there through the passing of Sandy, Sadie, and Shadow and mourned them all....it is nice to think about them all being together again.
This was a great idea for a healing thread....it helps to remember that our furbabies really aren't alone ...

Gee what a great idea!! When I was born my parents had a ##er Spaniel named Murphy who despite being a wonderfully loving dog was dumb as a hoe handle. They also had a cat Tigger who loved avacadoes so much mom had to hide them or he would eat them. He also had a thing for canteloupe and would snitch them from our neighbor's garden! What a guy!!! He went to the bridge whenI was in 3rd or 4th grade. I then adopted a kitten from a friend, Timmy, a striped guy, very gentle and loving. He was with me until I went into the Coast Guard was there when I came home.. Also during that time there was Punk, an all grey cat with big green eyes who always walked around rooms by hugging the wall. A big sweet lug who loved laying on the couch. There also was Weezer a tom who loved eating, flinging kitty litter all over and chasing the lady cats. A little stray named Poco was with us for 15 years as was Patty and Banana Bear, and Rubber Guy, a fluffy all white cat whose tail was half a tail length too long that looked like a feather duster,and then I cant remember all my sister's cats sheesh there were tons of them. Also during this time we had an airedale named Buggs who was the best behaved dog, a true gentleman and scholar if there is a such a thing. Buggs went to the bridge at the ripe old age of 19. Then there was Flora and Fauna and Spike. Gizmo, AStar, Jocko and my baby, Tigerpaws. Thanks Lisa for coming up with this idea. It really warmed my heart remembering all my four leggeds. Aside from Murphy and Buggs they were all kitties, and ALL of these four leggeds were loved immensly> I have enjoyed reading about everyone's special friends. Thank you for sharing

mark

OH YES I REMEMBER
DOGS NUBBY(TERRIER MIX), COFFEE (##ER SPANIEL), TEDDY (??), REX (WILD IRISH SETTER WHAT A RIDE), GINGER COKER POO), RUSTY 9RED POODLE,ANS FINALLY MY BIGGEST BABBY RAGGS. ALSO WELL LOVED CATS JUDY, TIGER, AND A PATCHES. ALL LOVED AND MISSED
JOANNE

All cats..
Samantha
Bee Bee
Jenny
DB
Darby
Bubby
Lucy
Jake
CK
Vinnie
Berky

Cats of mine that have passed later on after I grew up and moved out of my parents home:

Ashley
Coco
Morris
Buddy Boy


All loved, always missed.

Thanks for sharing all of your memories!! Isn't it wonderful knowing they will be waiting for you as well as the baby that recently left you? It's pretty exciting to me because I know they're all with my other family members, being petted and played with and spoiled rotten! (Oh, dear...)
Lisa

Cats
Tiger, Mitten, Tipsy, Smokey, Tom, Duggy, Sunset(Sunny),Dusty, Midnight, Fuzzy 1, Fuzzy 2(Little Fuzz), Blue, Fella 1, Fella 2, Dixie, Miss Kitty, PK, Garfield.
Dogs
Bear, Fred, Shenandoah, Clifford, Buddy, Bubba, CoCo
Tiger was the first. She was a yellow longhaired tabby who came into a child's life and subsequently his heart in 1965. Dear Lord how I miss them all. How wonderful it will be to see them again someday.

following the posts of tikkanen today i found this thread.
BIRD "Pigo", a budgerigar, (1958-1976)
of blue colour, very tame and playful
he was a present of my aunt, he died at the day of her funeral.

DOG "Freya" , a boxer-girl (1965-1975) the doglove of my life.
my age was 14 to 24. We just did everything together, (she even kissed my boyfriends.....) she was my very best friend.

FISH i was supposed to care for a few fish when i was living in Connecticut 69/70, OMG, i was a bad fish-mom

CATS my dad had 2 cats, called "Mischo", looking so beautiful like a grey Norwegian Forest Cat, (they were from some relatives living in the country..)the 2nd Mischo was spayed and taken decent care of a vet (that had been in the late 1950s) and right now i can see my father playing with Mischo, though somebody else was feeding him. i used to call Mischo every night for 15 minutes to spend the night with me. later on my dad knocked at my door at night, Mischo in his arms, handing him to me.
he died at the age of 18 years within a few hours in the afternoon of a weekend, i was staying with him.

I got my own "Mischo" cat, (1988-2000)
I was feeling fine, when i started to write, and now my tears are starting to flow...
then i took care of "Felix" and "Mäxchen", two sisters my niece gave to me.
then "Felice" got lost in the city, and i was happy to give her all my love from october 2003 till the 8th of december 2006.
I got "Daisy" and "Jimmy", born june 1995, living in a shelter till november 1996.
Daisy had FIP and could stay with me only 3 months.

So Jimmy is my last beloved catfriend now, going to be soon 13 years.
He is suffering from CRF, but with medication and diet his creatinin-level is constant. So I am praying that he still has a long and happy life ahead.
Eva
i love you all, my precious pets

I remember each and every one of my beloved pets. The joy they brought into my life and heart will never be forgotten.

First there was Dinky, the turtle, who I found in the middle of the road. He was about the size of a half dollar. He followed me wherever I went.

Then there was Magic, my magician sized bunny who played leapfrog with me.

Then came Q-Tip, my white female kittieangel of grace.

Little S h i t AKA Fat Cat was a HUGE black male who played like a baby Huey.

Little Bit, a black female cat, came shortly after Fat Cat and it was funny to see the two of them together because she was so small and he was so big.

Trucker was a black kittylove who I found when his mother was killed. He was only a few weeks old when I got him and I took him to the vet. The vet game me formula as well as suggestions on how help him live. He also told me that it was unlikely he would make it because he was so young. I put my heart and soul into doing everything I could do to help this baby survive. And he did survive for many years.

Then came Premo, my male labrador retriever. He too was black. Someone stole him from us after he had just finished his training school. I will never forget the time when he lifted his leg to pee for the very first time. He peed on the Christmas tree.

Taffy, an apricot poodle, came to live with us after my grandfather died. She was the love of his life. My surviving grandmother couldn't keep her so she gave her to us. Taffy's loving little self came home with us and added much joy in our lives. She lived a very long and happy life.

Then there was Sassy who earned her name in every way. She was so high spirited and just a little wacky and sassy. She was a mutt that brought us many smiles and laughter.

Gabby, a female parakeet, was given to me as a present. I only had her for about a year. She was a talker and loved to sit on my shoulder and nudge my cheek with her sweet litte face.

Jezebel, my sweet companion and laplover, was the only kittylove who lived til she was 19.

Gizmo, an African grey parrot, and Goofus, a baby whitefront Amazon came into our lives. Gizmo sang Row Row Row your boat and sometimes his R's would get stuck so we would hear R R R Row row row..................We never learned what caused his death as he should have outlived us.

Goofus is still with us and talks to his heart content. He is now 25 years old.

Jezebel, my sweet companion and laplover, was my kittylove who lived til she was almost 20 years old. She had a coat of the most beautiful black satin I have ever seen. Her eyes often would change color with her change in moods. They were bright turquoise when she was sitting in my lap and purred like an engine. She passed away on January 24th, 1997.

When Jezebel died I felt an emptiness. I wanted to add a new addition to our loving home but wasn't ready for another cat. My pain was far too raw. About a month after she passed away I found out about a litter of chihuahuas and convinced my husband to go and look at them with me. Ironically enough that is where I found the love of my life, Goliath. He was born on January 25th, 1997. That was the day after Jezebel died and I still believe she asked God to send him to me because he was such a lover who had much love and happiness to bring into my heart.

We brought Goliath home in March and he quickly moved right into both my heart as well as my hubby's heart. Such a small little furry package filled with so much spunk and life. He was and is very much alive in my heart and memories of him. The happiness and joy Goliath brought into our home led us to Gidget 5 months after he was born. So now we had 2 chihuahuas close in age who could grow up together.

Goliath died very suddenly on Novemeber 6th, 2007.

Gidget was born June 12th, 1997. When we brought her into the house she promptly ran over to Goliath and bit him on his butt. The two of them together brought us much joy for over 10 years. Gidget is still with us. She is a very loving chihuahua who has mourned the death of Goliath by my side. His death has made a change in her too. She has become much closer to me than she was before. Gidget is a Daddy's girl who walks down stairs on her two front legs while lifting her back legs. She makes me laugh when I see her display her many many different moods she gets into. Since Goliath's death she has started to cuddle more and more with me. Our love together is growing stronger and stronger each day. The special kind of bonding love the 3 of us share can never be broken.

As you can see I have been blessed with much love and happiness over the course of my life. Soon we will bring another love in. I know Goliath will have something wonderful and loving in mind to ask God to send to us. May he fly amongst the angels as I wait to join him in eternity when my time comes. I will love him til the day after forever.

What a wonderful idea!
When I was born, my parents had a golden ##er spaniel, Sandy (my family was always partial to spaniels before Duffy). Sandy passed away in 1976, when I was 1 but he was in my life for a short time and a beloved member of our family.

When I was 7, my aunt, a HUGE animal lover bought us a baby bunny who we named Petey, for Easter. Petey is the poster child for the cause that family members should not give animals as pets. He died within his first week due to complications arising from his youth and my parents' inexperience with pet rabbits. I was devastated and I will always remember this little soul who only trusted me. On his first day in our house, I was the only person he would allow to hold him and I gave him the tour of our house. I greeted him every morning and spent as his last 7 days with him, hugging him and cuddling him to make him feel at home.

At 8 years old, another family member, my uncle bought us another ##er spaniel puppy who we named Scruffy. My parents had a hard time training Scruffy, raising two children and managing their business so only a month later, my cousin gave her to his friend who owned a farm in PA. I never knew what happened to her but since it was 1983, I am sure she is in spirit now. She was truly loved and I will always hold a special place in my heart for her.

I also would like to give a tribute to my husband's furbabies: Jack and Placid, dogs who loved him in his life.

All of these sweet souls will never be forgotten and I hope that they all greeted Duffy when he crossed the Bridge.

Wow, this will be a memory trip!
Childhood cats Greyey and Pretty (Sister's cats, technically. She still has a scar on her face from insisting on dressing Greyey in doll clothes and pushing the annoyed cat around in the toy carriage (Pram), till one day the cat had enough of it.)

First pets when married:
1: Nico, a half-Siamese Sealpoint/Something else with white socks. Rescued from crazy artist who used to ride around with Nico sitting on the back of the passenger seat in his MG. Nico ate whatever he ate. Very smart cat, learned to open doors using doorknobs with a leap coordinated with two paws grabbing and turning. Turned off the wall switches and putting us in the dark when bored. With us 11 years till FPL, age unknown.

2: Fab. (The Fabulous Flying Serpent", from her habit of climbing the drapery and hiding in the blinds. Used to terrfiy the insurance salesmen who swooped on newlyweds. Good.) Boa constrictor, reached 8 feet+. Died of URI, despite vet efforts. (WTH do you do with a snake with a sore throat and a cough???)

3: Puff. Iguana. ~ 5 years.

4: Lyle. Eastern Tortoise. Showed up on front walk one Spring. Fed him strawberries and he stuck around for 4-5 years till the Call Of Wild took over. Was used to people..old dates carved in shell, and hole drilled in rear of plastron..someone had him on a string, apparantly, staked in their yard.

Sheva. Seal Point Siamese. My buddy. Kidney failure at Age 8.

Merlin. A little silver kitten who turned into a sleek Bombay Cat, and a special friend, mentioned in other threads. Great cat with a sense of humor and very affectionate.

Harmony, a loveley sweet Tonkinese. Merlin's "wife". They were bonded.


Parents of Minka, who lived 23 Years!

Pepper: Male Yorkie, told of on other threads.
Matilda: Australian Terrier. mentioned and shown elsewhere here.

Sam. Rescued Siamese, found abandoned in parking lot (!!!!). Fine featured wedgehead. Still here, acts like a kitten.

Murphy: Rescued Weggy.,.Still here. Shy but a doll.

Miles....Still hurts a lot. She was the only cat I ever had who would leap into the air and catch tidbits I threw.

When I was born my Dad gave my Mum a pembroke corgi puppy as a present , My Mum named her Mandy
we grew up together , she was wonderful , my best friend
I was 17 yrs old when she passed away in her sleep

Its wonderful to think of her being with Bud , its so great to think of them playing together

Thankyou for this thread ((Hugz))

Thank you so much for this thread, and once again for this wonderful forum. I lost Mister on the 4th of this month. Pets were the first deaths that I experienced and that forced me to come to terms with loss. I started to celebrate the Days of the Dead in early November. I put up photos, play music, make special meals. Since I started, sadly we include photos of more pets and of human family members who have died. My parents loved our pets and we siblings love ours as well. I knew somehow that Mister would probably have his photo up there come November 2008 and it added to my sadness at last year's celebration.

Bittersweet. But it was also a time to pull out photos of family members, cats and dogs included and see them again. It's tragic to think of the different ways we lost them and how long we had each one, one hit by a car as a kitten, more than one to disease, one who was just lost, never came home. We moved from that state and I cried and cried wondering whatever happened to him. Mister lived with me for 22 years. People would be shocked and say, "that cat is older than I am!"

So I have photos of him now in every room. For the first few days I choked up when I started to talk to him and he wasn't there. But then I decided to go on talking to him. Maybe he's listening. That makes me feel better. I sometimes talk to his picture. Funny photos, some of them.

We're planning a wake for him to have a month or so. I have friends who want to attend. It's amazing that friends have such vivid beautiful memories of my cat. Heartwarming. I'm not sure what to do at his wake -- but we should have salmon sashimi. That was his favorite. I always brought him a kitty bag of salmon sashimi back from the sushi restaurant. He *loved* it. When he got older, I cut it up very, very small for him.

This November, it will be for all pets and family members who we've lost, but this ceremony, this party will be for Mister. The magical black cat who lived for more than two decades.

Thanks for listening and sharing your stories. It helps me believe I can go on, others are going through it, have gone through it. It also helps me believe that getting a new kitten is not disloyal to my beautiful Mister.

Mister's mom