With the New Year upon us, I thought it might be nice to look back and think of happy or funny memories about our beloved furbabies. Although I think about the end of Daisy's life a lot, I try to remember that her life was about much more than its end.

Here are some of my memories.


Daisy was a 6 pound Yorkie, who had no conception of her size. Whenever I got a delivery, she would bark fiercely and even try to go for the delivery guy's ankles. Fortunately, everyone though it was cute since she was so small.

If I was sad, I could never really cry, because Daisy would come running with great concern. She would lick my face until I stopped. SHe often would not come if I called, so if I really needed her, I could always pretend like I was crying for a second. She would come, cheer me up, and then I could do whatever it was I needed to do, such as brush her fur.

When she was a puppy, Daisy was so fast, that she seemed like a blur as she chased an egg shaped ball around the room.

Sometimes when I came home I would lay down and let Daisy greet me for as long as she wanted. She would jump and wag and lick, stop and then start again for what seemed like hours. (Most of the time, our greetings had to be abbreviated, although they were still nice, but I loved the long ones)

Daisy sniffed my guinea pigs and wagged her tail in a friendly manner.


Please add any memories that you would like to share.

Daisy's Mommy

I remember Chase was especially fond of Christmas when it came to the empty rolls of wrapper....you know.... the ones that are about two a half feet long and made of cardboard. She loved to play with them. If you had an empty one you would roll her on her back and then put the empty roll down to her and gently tap her belly with them. She would destroy the end of one in no tiime with her play fighting. Then she would jump onto her feet and bob around like a mexican jumping bean when she felt she was victorious over the sinister roll. She tried to make herself look so ferocious. It was hilarious. My wife and I used to call the empty rolls "Chase boppers". God I miss her....

Daisy's Mom, Wonderful Idea and I will participate. I had a little 5-6 pound yorkie too and she was just like you decribed your Daisy. Miss Ellie she was pretty good about coming when I called her although she would come to no one else not even her new dad.

I guess I would have to say my favorite thing to remember about Miss Ellie were the afternoons we spent out on the water together during the summers. I would either paddle boat us or kayak us depending on the time to our destination across to the south side of the lake. I quit using the motor boat when gas went up to $3.00 a gallon and bought a kayak. We frequently would have picnic lunches under the oaks that line the shores of Lake Bridgeport. Ellie loved to bark and play in the waves acting the fool and getting noseful's of water. No matter to her, she would bite at each wave as it came in.

In the evenings at sunset we would cruise the south shore near the house in my kayak and frequently a beaver would be out in the cove. She would bark at the beaver as he would parallel our boat. I swear that Beaver was eyeballing her for dinner. The beaver would look us both straight in the eyes and slap his tail in the water. I guess we were near his domain and he wanted us out of there. THe more she barked the more the beaver would get agitated and hit his tail against the water, which of course made her bark even more. I always kept hold of her when the beav was around as he was a mean one and I feared his teeth against her small body!

Great idea! I'll add one of my boy Sox.He loved to lay upside down.Now let me explain what I mean by that...He would go outside on the front inclosed porch when it was like a hundred degrees outside and lay upside down on his backside.You see, he was a manx so the fact that he didn't have a tail made this action possible.It was sooooooo funny! He also like wrapping paper just like Chase did.Whenever christmas would roll around he would wait patiently until I threw some paper his way and then he would have a blast playing n it for hours.He also had a habit of going up the middle of christmas trees.....he even brought our tree down one year! We have lots of memories of our boy.Thanks for the trip down memory lane,it brought a smile to my face.Sincerely,Renee (Sox's mom)

Jemima (aka "Mouse) used to jump up beside me when I was sitting on the couch and tap me on the elbow with her paw to get my attention. Or she would sit up on her back paws, wave her front ones as another way to get my attention. She also used to play fetch without being trained.

This is a good post, sometimes it's hard to remember the good things.

Moose didn't like anyone sad, he was great a sitting on your lap and kissing your nose if you were crying. We tried so hard not to be upset around him, 'cause that always upset him and made him vomit.

This cat loved to floss! He would ask and we would take floss and hold it in front of him. He would take some in his mouth and then put his foot out and pull it through his teeth. I used to tell him to make sure he got the back teeth really good, LOL. He would purr so loud and he got to floss almost every day.

He loved the game "bathtub wall of death". We have a very large oval tub and he loved to run around it till he was up on the side and going like a rocket.

He loved his balls to play with, and would run fast after them. But he always ended up sitting on them and looking around. Then he would get up and feel for them, but with a back foot. We laughed so much at him.

Thanks I needed the laugh

Lori

Wonderful idea.... I have so many memories of Sugar. For starters, she was a fast lil thing. We would run around outside and she would always run in figure 8's when I would chase her. Heck it was more like she was chasing me I think. She loved to play with squeaky toys too. She had this "piggy" that she has had since she was a puppy and that was her favorite toy. She would squeak that thing like no tomorrow and when she was done fetching it, she would lay down with it and "pet" it and fall asleep holding it. It was the cutest thing ever.

When it was bedtime, all I had to say was "Mama's going nite-nite" and she would drop to floor no matter where she was, roll over on her back and put her lil paws up in the air and wait for me to pick her up. Boy I sure do miss that.

So many memories I could sit here all day but one more that was one of my faves. When I was in nursing school a couple years back I had to study all the time. Well lil miss Sugar sometimes didn't like me studying and wanted my attention so she would come and sit down right on top of my book! I would be sitting on the couch reading away and she would just come plop herself down and look at me like I was crazy not to be paying attention to her.

Thinking about all the memories has brought a smile upon my face. I miss her so much.

Sugar's Mommy

Out of a million memories of so many good times, one of my all-time fave's of Nissa's uniqueness was a game she began in kittenhood, and continued until about the last year of her life when it finally became too much effort for her.

This game started with one of her very first toys ~ a little toy car that I covered one day with a knitted square of yarn, complete with a tail. Being such a vocal, little loudie (with that Oriental in her mixed blood), she liked to drag that car upstairs almost every night while we were sleeping, yelling the entire way up the stairs and down the hallway to our bedroom, where she'd deposit it and we'd 'have to' wake up and congratulate her on her "Mighty Huntress" skills. I could never quite believe that such a tiny, little girl could manage the weight and non-soft shape of that thing and for such a long distance, too. She eventually took to dragging up hers and Sabin's 'snakes' (various cords, soft belts and the like) instead of that cu*mbersome car. It was always tooooo cute hearing her yelling at us at the top of her lungs, yet sounding somewhat muffled because her mouth was so full with her snake (there was no mistaking when she had something in her mouth), and except for the occasional night when we were just too tired to even hear her (not the easiest thing in the world!), one of us almost always got up to compliment her on her fine catch, all through those many years. If we didn't, she'd often just sit and continue to yell at us until we did the right thing!

I miss my gal so darn much I can hardly bear it. ALL of her ways, ALL of our countless games....and every minute of every day, I miss those passionate kisses of hers that made up such a huge part of hers and my relationship with each other. I'll also NEVER forget the Doris Day-like (from her old movies with Rock Hudson), soft-focus-filter-type look Nissa always got in her eyes when she gazed either into my eyes or beyond them, in her dreamy way, when we'd be kissing. Talk about blind adoration!!! (I'm sure my own eyes were returning the same vision to her!) It would melt my husband's heart and eyes at the same time, and there we'd all be, one big, dreamy-eyed family, sharing in the immense love. Tied to this, one time, during an animal communication with her, I asked her, just for fun, "What does God look like?", and she answered, with no hesitation....."YOU", clearly showing MY eyes to the communicator, who she also brought to tears with her answer. I've never been so touched by anything anyone has ever 'said' to me in my entire life, and I've never felt so loved, so completely, as I did at that one incredibly poignant moment. Sigh.....my girl....so utterly precious she is. How I'm supposed to live without this, without her, I just don't know...

I remember when Alley would get mad, maybe I wasn't petting her just right, maybe not enough, maybe too much, you never knew with her! When she had had enough, she would give me a dirty look and jump off the bed with a huff and stomp to the bathroom. She was a big cat, with a fat little belly but she always walked very light and delicate. When she was mad though, she stomped off like a tank! Then she would go in the bathroom, pull the cabinet open with her paw and curl up under the sink. It was so funny, because the way the cabinet was made, it had some sort of spring latch so she could pull it open but it didn't shut slowly, it always slammed shut. So it seemed just like a little kid stomping off to their room and slamming the door shut! Then usually an hour or so later, you'd hear the door slam again and here she would be, crawling back up into bed for snuggling. I'll never forget all the silly little things she did like that. I miss her so much.

Paula

Thanks, all of you who shared. Those memories are touching!
I wish I could list some of mine with Precious and Tigger but there are far too many warm, happy memories. They would fill so many volumes!
Lisa