The memory that first comes to mind is when I realized that my beagle Larry could "tell time." It was my custom to take a short nap on the couch after work. A couple of weeks after Larry joined my family I was sound asleep as usual when I was shocked awake by Larry's fog horn bark in my ear. Standing behind him were my old border collie Bebe and my daughter dog Max. It was 6:10 p.m and they usual ate at 6:00. Larry was telling me I was late and the others had a "yeah! what he said" look.

Oh man, I just had to comment. Candy actually did the oposite, whenever I started to sing, she would start barking at me and run for the backyard. LOL!

God, I'm not THAT bad.

Man I miss her so much.

When I was 19 I broke my ankle so bad it required surgery. Every night I laid with my casted leg elevated in bed and my Angel would lay right next to it purring like she was trying to make it feel better.

You could hold a conversation with her. You'd say something like, "Hi Ang, how are you today?" and she would look at you as you spoke, like she was understanding what you were saying and she would meow back. Then you would say (for example) "oh that's good to hear, I'm doing well myself" and she'd meow back a few times. It would go on for as long as you would sit and talk to her.

She liked peanut butter. LOL... She loved yogurt... Oh man did she love American cheese! She used to purr so hard that her little body trembled when she was happy.

My pretty girl...

All my memories of Omar were fond memories. I was trying to think of 'one' but can't. He was like a human. He was bad...sweet...and funny. Even up until about May of this year he would get this burst of energy like he was a puppy again...run around the house sliding across carpet or wood floors...get himself caught up in a corner somewhere...put his butt up and bark like crazy...just to take off again. It amazed me because we knew he was sick...but he had so much energy. I miss him being out back after a rain, getting soooo muddy that I would have to carry him up to the bath...and hose him down. He hated water. He would tear out of the bathroom when he was done, and rub himself all over the carpet making this funny growling noise. He was just such a silly boy. I miss him so much.

We lost J.D. just this past Tuesday (9/2/08). He was a 12 year old blue heeler and one of the best dogs/kids anyone could ever ask for.

Me and my boyfriend were talking about how funny he was. When he was a puppy, people had told us to put him in a box with a clock to stop him from whining. Well, all J.D. wanted to do was nudge the clock with his little nose and whine louder. We'd have to put him in bed with us to calm him down. Almost 7 years ago, J.D. and Pitiful had their first littler of puppies (9 of them). John (my boyfriend) was working nights at the time and J.D. decided he needed to wake up and take care of the pups. J.D. very carefully picked up one of the babies, carried him into the bedroom and laid him on John's pillow. It was hilarious!!!

We miss him soooooooooooo much!!!!!

Click to view attachment This is my first post. My beautiful friend died 6wks ago today.This has been a very hard day for me. Her name was Lady Athena Bella. She had inoperable oral tumors. She and my parakeet,Kirty, were very good friends. It always amazed people how they loved each other.Kirty died 2yrs ago from a tumor too. He was 9yrs old and Athena was 12 yrs. I miss them both so much.They were quiet a pair. He could say Tina and would whistle for her.He even barked like her. He was an exceptional little friend. He could say so many phrases. I wish I could hear them now.

Click to view attachmentI just lost my Beautiful Min Pin Penny on Sunday. She was 4.

Man...what do I choose to write about??? Every time was a good time with Penny. Here's just a very brief list of the cute things about her, or the silly things she did:

1. She loved it when you would blow in her face. She always gave us kisses on the face, but if you blew at her, she'd go crazy. Sometimes I would pull my face away, because she'd just be licking it like crazy, and she would take her little paw, and pull my face back.
   She was a mother hen. She would clean her little brother's eyes and ears. If he put up a fight, she would put her little paw on his head to hold him still. Before you know it, they'd be asleep in eachother's arms. That was a daily occurance.
   
2. She had this little head that was no bigger than an apple. We used to call her Apple Head.
3. She did something we called Tuck n' Run. She'd get so excited and start running, but her back legs would go faster than her front, so her little but would be tucked under as she ran
4. She loved bubbles in the tub. She would lick them and paw at them.
5. if you couldn't find her, she would be tightly curled in a blankie...one of many in the house
6. She would wake me every morning at 5am...on the dot.
7. She loved belly rubs. If we were lying on the bed reading, she would stand over our feet for her belly rub.
8. She would flirt in the morning.
9. If we put our hands under the blankie, she would attack them...and get so excited.
10. She loved birds. If we said "where are the birds" no matter where we were in the house she would go to a window and look up.
11. She knew sooo many words: Treat, hungry, walk, wickity (which we used to diguise walk, cuz she'd get so excited, but she figured that out too), Greenies, Cage, Birds, Daddy, Mommy, kisses, sit, roll over, lay down, and on it goes.
12. To teach them to roll over, we used treats...so after a while, she would just start rolling around the floor over and over again thinking she'd get a treat.
13. When she started walking really fast, she always veered off to the left.
14. She would look at me out of the corner of her eyes sometimes when she was too lazy to lift her head..she was so gorgeous
15. She kept the kitchen floor clean.
16. Her feet would always slide on the kitchen floor, so she was nervous to walk across it..so she would run quickly from one rug to the next.
17. She looovvved walks.
18. She was a little lover. She would always comfort you and loved anyone who she meet...and they all loved her.
19. In the bath, she always needed a toy. We'd give her a cap off of the shaving creme...and she'd go crazy...even dunk her head under the water
20. After she pottied, she would kick the grass w/ her back legs.
21. Sometimes she would tantrum by stomping her front feet, and do her moanies and groanies. Usually when I would tell her to potty, and she wouldn't have to go.
22. She'd eat her whole meal in 10 seconds flat.

1. If we started playing, such as wrestling, she'd run out of the room and come back with her favorite toy of the day...usually her monkey or froggie. If you told her, go get your monkey, she'd bring it, if you said, get your bally, she'd get it. She was amazing smart.

1. If you said "Let's take a ride..." She would run straight to the door. Once you opened the car door she would jump right in. She was the BEST traveller.

*She loved the rain and the snow. She was born in Tucson, so we had a dirt backyard. But we're from Wisconsin/Minnesota, so when we'd visit family, she bounded around in the snow. She loved to run out in the rain. When it would thunder, she'd run so fast and look up at the sky. We just moved to North Dakota, and we were so happy to have a big grass yard they could run in, and she would get to have snow all winter.

I could come up w/ hundreds. This just goes to show the tremendous joy and happiness our pets leave us with. I'll always have those memories.

I love you PenPen!

Shannon,

Penny reminds me of Yogi! What a darling, beautiful face.

Our I.G. Yogi was also such a funny nutball. She really did not like to be inconvenienced in any way-- which included her sleep. My hubby and I both love to gab with each other and whenever we dared talk too late at night--Yogi would suddenly let out this tremendously annoyed groan from under her blankets. It was like, "Can't you people see I'm trying to SLEEP here?" It was always so startling--like a neighbor had just pounded on the wall-- we'd hush up guiltily, and then start laughing.

Diana

I'm telling ya Diana, our girls are probably best friends right now! Penny would also get annoyed at bed time. In fact, she would make a loud sigh when we would move her or disturb her sleep. Or she would make a nest with her blankies...which took her forever -- she would scratch and bite and move them all around, then lay down, but noooo it was never quite right, so she'd start all over again. I remember ever night saying "ok pen...lay down!" and she would, then you'd hear her sigh. Her brother, Jax, is more the grump...he'll groan if you bug him (we call him grumpmeister).

Also, if it was bed time, we would say "night night" and they'd jump up in the bed. But then sometimes I'd start doing something else, and they would come and "remind" me it was bed time. Eventually they would give up and I would see my nicely made bed was all rumpled, because they burrowed under:)

I can't help but smile at Yogi's picture and your stories because it's just like my girl.
~Shannon

Should you ever disturb my Gidget while sleeping, you can count on getting a LQQK from her like this.

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One of my memories of Sissycat are the way she would sit at the food bowl (which was never empty) and meow until someone would drop a few pieces of fresh food out of the bag on top. Then she would eat away. I never figured that one out. You could drop 2 pieces or 10 it didn't matter just so long as she watched you drop some. I really miss you Sissycat.

Love Yu!!!!!!!!!

With 17-1/2 years of life we have many memories of my precious Flossie.

My husband's favorite two:
Flossie, when very tiny found the small "ditch" he had dug between our neighbors yard & ours to drain the water as it always ran toward our yard & made it damp & difficult to mow. She was no where to be seen but he could hear her feet pitter patt so looked over at that drainage area & saw water flying up out of the ditch. She ran up & down several times with the sound of her little pitter patter & the water splashing out and no dog to be seen. Just the noise told you she was having a blast!

Two of the cats were eating out of a can of cat food & one would pull it toward him to eat & then the other one would pull it back toward her to eat. Flossie stood there & watched them do the back & forth thing for a few minutes. Then she walked up; picked the can up in her mouth & walked right between them & into the other room with it.

A couple of mine:
I always go without shoes in the house. One day when I was ready to leave for work I came out of the bedroom & walked across the kitchen floor, Flossie got up & went straight to her kennel, turned around, laid down & looked at me as if to say "OK, you can close the door now!" She must have only been about 3 months old. About this time she got the idea that when we shut the TV off with the remote it was bedtime. From a sound sleep she would jump up from wherever she was, head down the hall & get on the bed.

On one of our Sunday walks behind the local community college campus in a nicely wooded area 2 days after her regular grooming, she took off into the brush after a deer. We heard a kerplunk so knew she'd fallen into some water. Boy had she.... she came back with green slime all over her pretty formerly clean white fur!!!!!!! She never knew she as a poodle that was supposed to be dainty & clean.

We miss you Flossie...................

My precious Casey would meow what sounded like "Ma-Ma" whenever she saw me. She would never do this to anyone else, or in front of anyone else. This was our special thing.

During the last 9 months, Casey had to be confined to one room with a baby gate while I was not home ... every morning when I got up I would take her out and she would "help" me get ready for work. Whenever I owuld put her back in "her room" I would put her down over the baby gate and she would meow for a treat. I would give her one or two, then she would wait for me to drop a few into her food bowl. Not putting them there was never an option.

It's been 8 days since I lost her and I miss her terribly. I love you my sweet baby girl!

I was reading through these again...everyone's little stories make me smile.

I was thinking about naily clipping time -- when she was a pup, she let me clip her nails with no hesitation, although I think she must have had a bad experience at the vet once, because after that she never was the same when it came to her nails. There was a period of time where I couldn't cut them no matter what I did. But eventually I eased her back into it. Never without a fight, but treats were a good distraction. Needless to say, during the time frame where I couldn't cut them, they grew a bit long, and the quick did as well. So even after I cut them regularly, the were always a bit long...and we called them her bear claws (if you look at any of my posted pictures, you can see what I mean).

I clipped their nails the weekend before she passed. I noticed on this site another person say before the cremation they had pawprints made. I decided to do that, and brought some clay to the humane society. I picked Penny up 2 fridays ago, and got those little prints. And of course her long little nailys prints are there too. It makes me sad, but I love that I have that. I'd give anything to have many more years of nail struggles:)

~shannon

My greyhound, Clue, was a therapy dog. I remember one particular visit to a cancer patient in a hospital. She was on the 12th floor and it was the first time Clue had ever been on an elevator; I thought he might be afraid of it. He wasn't, but the entire elevator ride he just kept looking up at the ceiling. Finally, I looked up too to see what he thought was so darned interesting. It turned out to be mirrored and he was enamored of his own reflection!

Allison Carey
missing Clue

My Abby (Dachshund) loved to watch TV. She would watch for hours, always looking for an animal that she could bark at. You wouldn't believe how many animals are seen and heard in the background of television shows and movies that you probably never notice, but Abby always did!

Chica was a pretty little Chihuahua that LOVED to play fetch with a bungee rope, you know the ones that have a rope circle on each end. She carried one around with her all the time. She loved for the rope to be thrown and then she would get it and tie it into knots before she brought it back to you. It would look like a ball by the time she was finished with it. Sometimes she would tie it around chair/table legs and the bark for someone to go get it for her.

I miss them both so very very much.

I am new to this forum. I felt compelled to search out others feeling what I feel. I had my friend put to sleep Friday, 12/19/08. She was 22. Still full of life and wanting to play. But her body was giving out. I know she was in constant pain. I would her whimper every day. Still she would get up, ever so slowly, and slower each day. She had lost control of her bodily functions. She would fall trying to walk. She did have good days, still she would fall. The cold really hurt her. I could tell. Being part Shepard, her hips were failing. I still cry fer her because I miss her so. It's only been 1.5 days. I know she is with me when I get wood for the fireplace. She always was right there. Never out of site. She would have carried the wood if she could. Thanks for a place to post some of what I feel. Remembering Puppa. Always faithful and true. I love you baby...

Geez I have so many fond memories of my boy I dont know which one to share! But I think you may all enjoy this one:
When Jasper was all of 5 months old, we took him on a rode trip to Lake Ontiario where my sis and her family were camping for the week, and they allowed doggies, Well the lake made small waves that would come in and Jasper would run away from them almost plowing me over to get away from them, it took me an hour to get him in there and in his biggest "meanest" 5 month old puppy growl would growl and bark at the waves as they came near us! Everyone that was there with their doggies were watching as this breed was has a bad rep; as you see my Jasper is a rottweiler, and people kept telling me how cute he is and how silly he looks; and well it was quite funny watching this dog that most people are afraid of being scared of thesse tiny waves coming in! I of course created a monster--er that is with water, from that day on, he would try to sit in his water bowl and play, so I had to go out and buy him his own pool, which he loved. I would have to bride him to get out so I can dry him off, and usually that meant his mommie would have a cook out, and he was right there knowing I had a steak for him! And would have to hurry to empty his pool, so he would be right back in it! I sure wish you all could of seen him in either the lake or his pool! You would be holding your sides in laughter!
Thank You for letting me share this!
Rottimum--Lisa

HI,
I'M SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS. I LOST MY SAMSON 8 YEARS AGO, AND I STILL GRIEVE FOR HIM TILL THIS DAY. I THINK ABOUT HIM EVERY DAY. HE WAS THE BEST THING THAT HAPPENED TO ME. I ONLY WISH HE WAS STILL HERE BY MY SIDE JUST LIKE HE USED TO BE. HE WAS 16 WHEN HE LEFT. HE COULDEN'T WALK ANYMORE.HE COULD NOT EVEN GET UP. HE WOULD JUST LAY ON HIS SIDE AND BARK IN PAIN. OVER AND OVER AGAIN. I FELT SO HELPLESS. I TOLD THE VET TO PLEASE HELP HIM. I SAID THERE HAST TO BE SOMETHING THAT YOU CAN DO TO HELP HIM GET BETTER. BUT THE VET SAID HE HAD SOMETHING WRONG WITH HIS NECK AND SPINE. HE SAID HE WILL NEVER BEE ABLE TO WALK AGAIN. AND TO PUT HIM OUT OF HIS PAIN. I DID NOT WANT TO LET HIM GO. I LOVED HIM SO MUCH. HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND AND COMPANION. WE WENT EVERYWHERE TOGETHER. WE HAD SO MUCH FUN. I DIDN'T WANT THAT TO END. WHAT WILL I DO WITHOUT HIM IN MY LIFE. THE VET SAID I HAD TO DO WHAT'S RIGHT AND PUT HIM OUT OF HIS PAIN. SO THE VET HAD TO PUT HIM TO SLEEP. I NEVER IN MY LIFE HURT THAT MUCH. MY HEART AND THE PAIN AND DEPRESSION THAT WENT ALONG WITH IT, WAS THE MOST DEVISTATING THING IN MY LIFE. I NEVER CRIED SO MUCH IN MY LIFE, I FELT GUILTY THAT I HAD TO PUT HIM TO SLEEP. I WENT HOME TO AN EMPTY HOUSE, WANTING SO MUCH FOR HIM TO BE THERE GREETING ME AT THE DOOR WHEN I OPENED THE DOOR. BUT HE WASEN'T THERE. I KEPT LOOKING AROUND THE HOUSE, EXPECTING HIM TO WALK AROUND THE CORNER, LOOKING FOR ME. TILL THIS DAY I STILL LOOK FOR HIM, THINKING THAT ONR DAY HE WILL COME BACK. WHAT A MIRACLE THAT WOULD BE. I WILL NEVER FORGET HIM. I WILL LOVE MY BOY FOREVER, AND EVER...

Jazz was my pom. She went to sleep on June 26, 2009. If we threw a treat to her, it could hit her and she would still have to search for it. Sometimes we had to show her where it was. If I wiggled my fingers in front of my hips she would stand up and dance or even follow me across the room. She loved walking on 2 hind legs. My most recent memories of her included her following me everywhere I went. She would lay at the door of rooms she was not allowed in waiting on me to come out. She loved to chew on rib bones and eat with me, me giving her bits off my plate as I ate. I love my baby girl still and will always have a spot inside of me where she lived those 14.5 years and will continue to fill by my memories.

I think my most favorite memory of Magnus will always be the way his fur smelled when he slept. It was this warm, soft, popcorn-like smell that I just loved. Most people probably thought he just smelled like a dog, but I absolutely adored that smell.

Magnus died on August 7, last Friday, and the spot in the corner of my bedroom still smells faintly of his fur. It's only been a few days, but the smell is already fading. I feel a bit stupid for stooping down to breathe it in, but I'm afraid that the smell will be gone forever if I don't take advantage of it now. I would give anything in the world right now to see him asleep on the floor or on my bed and bend down and sniff him one last time.

When Magneto was very excited about something (when we'd come home, or even just when he was waking up in the morning), he'd do a really loud, happy yawn. I miss him so much!

Tokolos, I am so, so sorry to hear about Magnus. My thoughts are with you. That picture is precious.

Today marks one month since I lost my Harley Parley. I have many special memories, but one I really remember was when I would sit on the floor with my legs spread apart, call him, and he would snuggle into me and let me hug him. He never ever would let me even get close to him when I brought him home, but he trusted and lovd me enough that he eventually got tot he point where he would cuddle me.

I really miss that and his doggie smile.

Peace & Love
Ben

I am so sorry to hear of your loss. I love that picture of Magnus. It reminds me of my dog when he slept. He was a very timid dog, but he looked so peaceful when he slept. When we first got him I said he wouldn't be allowed on the furniture, but that rule went by the wayside pretty quick. He had three blankies that he laid on. I'm like you to. He used to sit by the end of the couch and lean on it. I bent down and smelled it for weeks after he left. I Used to call him my stinky dog and I'd give anything in the world to smell his smell one more time. I'd wake up in the middle of the night a lot of times, see him laying on his bed on the floor and smell him. IT brought great comfort.

Peace & Love

My 14-year-old Springer Spaniel, AJ, would ride in the car and sit in the passenger seat. She would reach over with her paw and bump me until I would hold her hand. When she could see good she used to bark at any cows or horses we would drive by.

When I was pregnant with my twin daughters at Christmas she decided she was going to walk on the ice on the lake and fell through. Everyone grabbed me and wouldn't let me get her. My mother held onto my brother-in-law who reached out and pulled her in. She loved the water.

Even though she was a hunting dog she hated loud noises. My husband had her when she was very young and his friend started up his car with a loud engine and she bolted off. His friend found sitting in a stream in the middle of the woods right as it was getting dark.

When we took her to the ocean the first thing she would do is run to the edge of the crashing waves and poop. She did this every time.

She loved pizza. You would tell her the pizza man was coming, and she would sit by the door and announce his arrival.

I miss her every day and wish she was still here.

Everytime I would lie on my bed either to read, watch tv or play on my laptop, Patches would jump up and prop his fron paws on the edge of the bed and start talking to me like he was asking me What-ya doing Dad...lol....He was my little piece of heaven.

Please visit his website and lite a candle for him

Noah was just a fun dog. He always had a toy in his mouth, or energy to go outside and play. He mostly loved the water. His fav place was a waterfall near my home. One of the best memories wwas when he was a puppy. After his first summer with me, and many trips to the lake, in which he would make a charge towards the lake to splash into the water. Our first walk to the lake after freeze up in winter, he made his normal charge towards the water, just to find out that the water was no longer water. He slid, spinning and being completely confussed. When he stopped slidding he walked off the ice so gingerly, came up to me and just was beside himself. Then he gave me this look like---WTH??? I lost it, fell onto the snow and laughed so hard. That was his first experience with frozen water. Seems like yesterday.

These are such wonderful, funny, heartwarming stories!

Patskoro--was Bubba part wolf too? Because his face looks almost EXACTLY like my Ladywolf's--and she's about 80-90% wolf. Her coat is different from his--she's greyish-brown timberwolf color, not Shepard color--but aside from that, they could be twins!!! 22!!!???? That's AMAZING! I've hardly ever even HEARD of a dog 22 years old!

Everyone, I'm sorry for your great losses.

Poppers, who died on the 13th of Dec., loved to fish. (She was a Labradog, after all, so also loved water more than anything.) She would huddle on the shore of a lake and watch for fish, and when she saw one, she would quiver and shake and then just--kaBOOM--into the water. She never caught anything, but she could do this for hours, and was always reluctant to leave to go home--before she had "fished" just one more time!

Missing you much, sweet girl--

Margi and Ladywolf

Margi...Brutus too loved to fish...his favorite thing in the world, he'd rather fish than eat even. He would wade in the water to his chest/neck and look for minnows/small fish...when he spotted one...boom...jump right on it...he too never caught one. He would also dive down into the water and pick up rocks. When he was young, he could go in 5-6ft water. I would throw a rock and he would watch were it would fall...swim out and go under...totally under...he could hold his breath for at least 30 seconds and he usually could find that particular rock and he would bring it up. As he got older, he couldn't do that anymore but he would still hold his breath and pick things up from the bottom...labs are wonderful!...especially black ones

Hello, everybody - I came across this site two days ago, on Monday evening. Earlier in the day, we had to take our 19-year-old cat, Taffy, on that final trip to the vet. I felt - and feel - the way all of you do: ripped apart. Gradually, the happier memories begin to return, but I expect to grieve for a while.

Rest assured, your stories resonate with me. Best wishes, Cricket

Hi Cricket...so sorry about Taffy...your screen name "cricket"...we had a cat who passed away at 21, his name was cricket..lol. He used to love to eat crickets so that's how he got his name.

Sending prayers for you and your furangel Taffy,
Brutus' Mom

Hi Cricket
So sorry to hear about your dear Taffy. Thinking of you and sending hugs.

Love Jan and my Angels Tasha and Noushka x

Thanks, Brutus' mom. I picked the name "Cricket" in memory of our twenty-year-old male, Taffy's companion, who made that final trip in August. We buried him in the back yard. Knowing Taffy was ailing - she was down to 5 1/2 lbs. - I had my husband dig another grave, next to him, last summer before the ground froze. But the Twin Cities got snow over Xmas, which changed to sleet - and now we can't find it! So next spring, we'll have a little ceremony and bury her ashes there.

It sounds like the name "Cricket" contributes to longevity! Although, many years ago, we adopted a Birman kitten and gave her that name. She died after a few months of FIP; we liked the name, so we recycled it.

Thank you for your comment....

Thank you, janika. Your netname - along with the names Tasha and Noushka - makes me think of Northern Europe. (My husband is Latvian.) Tasha and Noushka must have been wonderful companions for you....

I have so so many of my little Puck, from the beginning, right until the end.
The first time I saw him- his momma had hidden them all in a landscape barrel behind our garage. this was when they were just teeny- no eyes, no ears.
The time momma brought them to our house to have dinner. He reminded me of a little baby monkey the way his little pointy face looked peeking out of our quince bush.
When I realized that my little skunk had learned to play fetch.
The way he was to the orphaned kittens our neighbor brought us. It earned him the joking nickname of Unclemotherbrotherauntie Puck
the way when he wanted picked up, he would sit up on his hind legs and reach for me like a little kid.
Every night when he slept on my chest, head under my chin, his legs around my neck.
His teeny little girly mew.
The week between christmas and new year where I was home, and we just hung out in my comfy leather chair and cuddled all day.
There were so many great times with my baby. Thank you Puck for sharing yourself with me.

Pucks Mom--

He is so so sweet! What an angelic face--you were indeed lucky!

I'm so glad that you are able to recall the happy times so quickly--many of us can't for awhile, we're so overcome with grief.

A few things about the (living) Ladywolf. One time she had a friend named Jake, a golden lab, whom she loved to torment. I was out hiking and so were Jake and his dad. Lady caught sight of Jake far below us in a wash, but he didn't catch on that she was there. So she slunk up a hill on her belly, and when he was right below her, she hurled herself off the hill and landed right on top of him! A Wolf with a grand sense of humor!

She "squeaks" when I come home after leaving her at someone else's house for the day who has dogs (she is never alone.) I can't describe the squeaking./whistling--it's a truly bizarre sound. She only howls when I'm not with her, so I've never seen or heard it for myself--my caretaking friends are privvie to it instead.

She's languid and sensuous and more like a lover than a dog/wolf...

I'll miss her so when that time comes--but that's not today!

Hugs--Margi

As I was writing that, I realized that with Puck, there had never ever been less than a great moment. He was pure joy. It feels like I would do him an injustice if I couldn't recognize the joy that he gave me, even though his loss has left a hole in my soul. He was with me 3 years, 6 months, and 29 days, and while not all of them were good days, every moment with him was wonderful.

Margi- Your Ladywolf sounds like a girl after my own heart! I gotta say that mischief is the spice of life. Bless her heart.

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I was sitting trying to think of what to tell you all about my Angels and the 'good times', but Pucksmom, you are so right, I'm sitting here with a big smile on my face recalling that yes they both brought so much joy to us from the minute we first saw them. So what a good idea this topic is, it's making us think of the 'Happy and Good Times' and how blessed we are to have these wonderful soulmates to share our lives with.
Cricket, I suppose you would say that England is Northern Europe, it certainly feels like it with all the snow we've had lately. My Angel girls , Samoyeds, are a breed that originate in Siberia so we wanted to give them Russian names, they suited them so well. They sure were the best companions I could ever have wished for.

Thinking of you all, keep posting these stories that make us 'smile' again.

Love Jan and my Angels Tasha and Noushka x

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It's so hard to pick what to write, every second with my Elton was a good time. As my mom would say, he was my soul mate. I only had 5 years with him, but in that short time he made both my husband and my life better. Of all the memories though, what I will hold onto the most is the way he could erase a bad day just by saying hello. I would walk in the door and there he was, wagging his entire back half of his body - so excited to see me. And just like that - all was right in the world. I know that he is watching over us and will be forever in our hearts.

My 17 1/2 year old cat George would sit on my lap and roll on his side conforming his bodin into the inside of my elbow and lay there like a baby partly on his back. He would then take his paw and gently caress my face while his purr shook the house. It was like he was petting me back. I absolutely loved when he did that. I'll miss it terribly.

My buddy Rex had a watch that I never did find but at 8:30 pm on the dot he would go in the kitchen and stand in front of the fridge ready for his snack. When I got it for him no matter what it was he always did this happy jumping kinda dance. I do not know why he went to the fridge as his snacks were not kept there, but he even taught the cat to do the same thing at the same time. I find it so hard at this time to not hear him get up walk past me and head to the kitchen. Rex was really smart but, our backdoor opens in to the yard,we have a gate about 5-6 feet from the door and for some reason when he was ready to come in from outside he would go and stand facing that stupid gate and bark until we let him in . He could tell time but could not find the door? .
It feels good to talk about happy times with him. I miss you so much buddy. I wish so much that I could give you one more snack one more hug and see you at that gate when I open the door.

Love you goofy boy!!

Love,
Your Momma

The best memory I have of my dear departed cat Holly is no matter how long the couch was or how big the bed was, she would always snuggle up right next to me. She used to sleep right in the crook of my arm at night, or on the cold nights she would get under the blankets with me and sleep next to my stomach.

She also had her own blanket on the couch, and no one else was allowed to sit there. If her blanket wasn't placed just so, she would sit in front of the couch, stare at it and wait for me to fix it for her.

I miss you my fuzzy little daughter.

I have so many fond memories of Winston... he was very much my wife's dog but he was also a family dog.

If I was sitting at my desk he would come sit next to me and put a paw on my leg to get my attention... that was my queue to back away from my desk so he could climb into my lap. He'd sit there with his chest and front legs in my lap and his back legs on the floor so he could get some affection. He would also actually put his head on your shoulder and hug you.

I really miss him.

Hi doggielove here, I have some cute memories of Tyson. I find myself thinking about him every hour on the hour. So I thought of some cute memories. I remember when he was a puppy he used to go down the kiddie slide at the park. He would climb the few steps and go down. We even have video of it somewhere in the basement. He didn't like the water but he LOVED snow and used to roll in it. Because he was all black when he came in the house covered in snow all you could see was his eyes. When our cat was a kitten he would stare at her kind of funny with his head tilted to the side while she hung upside down from her scratching post. That was funny.. Tyson we miss all the cute things you used to do!! mommy and daddy.

I thought I'd share a memory of my cat Fritz, who left this world on January 14th, 2011, after a very sudden illness struck.

When Fritz came into my life he was not much more than a kitten...a pre-teen who was bursting with energy and life. He belonged to a couple who lived downstairs from me, and when Fritz first met myself and my son, I had promised to take care of him for the summer, as his owners were going away for two months. The plan had been for Fritz to remain in his downstairs apartment, and I would drop by a couple of times a day to feed him, clean his litter box, and reassure him that he hadn't been abandoned. That plan didn't last for very long however, as the first day I went down to check on him, he began YOWLING at the top of his lungs as soon as I left. My heart went out to him, as I'm sure he didn't understand why he was all alone. His cries were heartbreaking to hear, so it wasn't long before I headed back downstairs, scooped him up in my arms, and brought him to my apartment.

Almost immediately Fritz switched gears and entered happiness overload. He quite literally charged through the apartment, crashing into walls, bouncing off furniture in his excitement. My two resident kitties and my one canine family member most certainly must have thought I'd gone mad, having invited this insane little creature into the apartment. They cowered in fear or fled the room, seeking solace somewhere - anywhere - as Fritz stormed the premises. He chased the other cats, leapt up and down around the dog, all the while still bouncing off of anything immobile. Plants toppled and crashed in his wake; the kitchen table was swept clean in one fell swoop as the furry grey tornado whirled, touched down, and then surged yet again down hallways, crashing into one room after another. Finally I'd had enough, and my temporary pangs of sympathy quickly dissipated as I watched anything that wasn't tied down succumb to this tiny feline's antics....and at last, after managing to snag him as he was preparing for yet another electifying assault, I unceremoniously escorted him back to his own apartment.

The YOWLING, of course, began even before I got the key in the door to lock it shut. I tried to ignore the sounds, scurrying back up to my own home and shutting the door in the hopes of drowning out his agonizing pleas, then turning on the television and trying to focus my attention there. But I must have underestimated the talents of all creatures feline; for they have a way of getting to you with their cries, even if you can no longer physically hear them. As I sat staring at the tv, I found that I heard not a word coming from the program I was intent on using as a shield; no, those YOWLS of his echoed within me, as if they'd somehow penetrated the deepest recesses of my brain and remained there, a tape recorded cry with a never-ending loop. In the end I had to give in to the feelings of guilt and pity, and so I headed back downstairs again, unlocked the neighbours' door, scooped Fritz up into my arms, and brought him back upstairs with me once more, where he was to remain for the rest of the two months. And as I climbed the stairs with him, I recall that inner voice of mine speaking loudly and clearly to me. The plants could be replaced. The dog would learn to live with him. The cats would get used to him, maybe even teach him some indoor feline manners. The furniture would survive...and if not, it too could be replaced. All of it was so unimportant, compared to that of a small cat - only half-grown and not understanding what was happening - deserving to be loved and comforted. And I swear that on some level Fritz knew, because as I carried him with me to my apartment....a place that would ultimately, several months and a twist of fate later become his permanent home...his front paws reached out and he wrapped them firmly around my neck, and I heard for the first time what was to become his trademark: a deep, almost guttoral 'rumblepurr' of contentment and love. My little soulmate had arrived.

My beautiful, lovable Bip, a 90 lb American Bulldog, has always been so docile and sweet with me but proved to be aggressive with other dogs and others who came on to our property. I got him when he was about two years old, nursed him successfully thru heartworm, a beaver attack (he won, but ended up with 26 stitches and a few days in the hospital), and numerous bouts with hip displaysia and knee problems. He would always get very excited when I got home from work because we would walk across the field to my mom's house which was a couple of acres away. One time, I can't remember what he did that made me mad, but I left him in the house when I got home and went over to check on my mom as usual. When I got back home, he had thrashed my couch cushions, leaving shreds of cotton stuffing and rosy patterned fabric all over the living room. After the initial shock, I laughed so hard and snapped a picture of him sitting in the middle of it all with his ears down and him looking sheepish. It made me ask myself just who taught who a lesson here??? I love him with all my heart; he's about 12 and in the hospital, with some kind of neurological problem that we haven't figured out yet. He can't walk anymore, so we're having to help him along with a sling I loop around his back end (he can still use his front legs). I'm praying for help in making the right decision for him.
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Goliath love the pic!

My Jasmine would jump on the bed everytime I would be putting fresh sheets on! I would have to chase her around to get the sheets and blankets on. Then she would lay on the pillows when it was all made. I think she had to get her scent on the bed first. LOL

beautiful lovable Bip
all my best wishes
your`s sincerely
Eva

My babygirl use to follow me everywhere she would sit in the sink while i was taking a shower or sat on the kitchen table waiting for me to come home nd open my bed room door so she can come running in, she would sleep wit me or sleep on my pillow, then when i would eat she would sit on me waiting for me to feed her
its been a week since i put her to sleep nd its hard to sleep without her on my pillow with me