Of all the pets who have shared your life, which one was your favorite?

Question

These are such heart-warming stories! I have a dog (a chiweiner ... half chihuahua and half weiner), and a cat, but I'm a sucker for a good doggie tale...

Seaman - I too have 3 goldfish who are part of the family and dear friends ...

Mister Ed ... I've never had a pet sheep, but I hear them calling in the night here ... maybe I'll go visit!

Answer 1

my goodness what a great question,my little dog who passed away this year,was one of the best companions i ever had.i got her 5 years ago from a shelter she was a decker rat terrior and one of the beloved pets of my life.she never had to be scolded or hollered at to come back to the house when you let her out.she loved the grand kids and every one who came into her life.the only one she didnt like was the cat,she never did warm up to cats at all.i miss her so bad,i have tears in my eyes as i type this.her name was PEPPERANN

Answer 2

Oxytocin is the 'love' hormone interior the physique which produces emotions of attachment and care. If the pathways are no longer precise stepped forward, there would be severe effects. As a neglected and abused new child, i've got faith the only way i became able to maintain some semblance of an oxytocin pathway open interior of became by the affection of my kitties. I in basic terms thank God Almighty that I had an animal to love on, or i'd have ended up misplaced!! The cat I easily have now's my terrific possible chum and sleeps together with his little nostril nuzzled in my neck! My pets have not purely meant convenience and companionship, yet i've got faith interior the main suitable scheme of issues, actually life and love savers.

Answer 3

A calico cat named Pillsbury. She died twenty years ago at the age of fifteen. I still miss that cat. She was the perfect combination of sugar and spice.

A little black cat took up at our place. Sort of. She was very wild and timid as far as people went, but I am one of those who can't resist feeding hungry animals. She didn't want to eat anything but biscuits, so we named her "Biscuit."

Anyway she was already pregnant at the time and she had her kittens under an old abandoned birdhouse in our backyard where my mother used to raise parakeets. We could not get to the kittens.

One night it rained something fierce; and, that morning I found two kittens, pretty grey kittens on our porch. Dead. She had not gotten them out in time.

Almost immediately she was pregnant again. This time she had the kittens in the birdhouse instead - five kittens, three black and white males and two calico females. Because their mother was called Biscuit, I named the boys Cookie, Muffin and Pancake and the girls Ballard and Pillsbury.

Biscuit disappeared and I don't know what happened to her.
I found homes for four of the kittens and kept Pillsbury.

The moment I saw Pillsbury somehow I knew she was something special; and, she started proving it almost from the get go.

Her eyes were not even open yet when my neighbor found her crawling around in his yard. As an adult, she terrorized the neighborhood dogs and one poor cow who's nose she bloodied one day, and never failed to let know who was boss. I am not kidding now, she would chase that cow down the street! She wasn't too crazy about other cats either, but she was a great lap cat and a great mouser.

I could have done without those frogs she used to put on my foot though.

Answer 4

In memory of :

Daisey was my first Basset Hound - she taught me about unconditional love since I had never experienced it before.
She died of spleenic cancer at the age of 13 1/2. It has been 3 1/2 years and I still mourn for her.

Sweetie was her daughter - she taught me how much fun puppies can be, but also how much work they are. She was born in my bedroom closet, because that was where Daisey wanted to have them, not in the whelping box on the enclosed back porch. She too died of spleenic cancer, but I didn't get to have her love as long as her mother - she died at 9 yrs old

Honey was a dog that I was supposed to just take in and foster until her "forever family" found her through the Basset rescue. I fell so deeply in love with her that I just couldn't bear to part with her and adopted her myself. We never knew how old she was since she was a stray, but I can guarantee you that the 4 years she had with us were the best she ever had. It was 2 years last month that she went to wait for me.

Mister was a kitten that was born in my son's closet - so much for whelping boxes - they have them where they want to.
His mother was a stray that I rescued and then found out she was pregnant. He was such a gentleman, even as a kitten, that that is how he got his name. He was the joy of everyone who ever met him as he knew no strangers. It will be 7 years the end of this month since he went to the Rainbow Bridge.

Ivory was a kitten that someone was going to drown because his tail was broken and they didn't want to pay the vet to fix it. I took him, vet put him on antibiotics, tail healed just fine and never had another problem with it. He was the most beautiful long haired white cat you ever saw. He was the daddy cat of all daddy cats even though he never actually was a father. Every time I brought another kitten into the house (which I do quite often by the way) he would take it under his wing(so to speak) and bathe and cuddle that kitten like there was no tomorrow. He accidentally got out the back door last year and somehow ended up with spinal damage. Broke my heart, but I had to let him go.

As you can probably tell, I am an animal lover and rescuer.
I have 9 cats and 4 dogs - they all get along just fine together
Each of my animals is unique in their own way, and I love them all in different ways. They have unique personalities and bring me more pleasure than I can ever say.

Answer 5

I really don't know what kind of dog he was, but Tiger was the favorite of all the pets that we ever had. He reminded you of a German Shepard, but he was dark brown all over and some tan strips.

I don't recall the reason why my parents wanted to give him away, but the folks that wanted him lived across the river from us. That was about 10 to 15 miles or so away from our house. We took him to their house and figured that we would never see Tiger again. Once we were back home, we were lost without him. A couple of weeks went by and we were out in the yard doing some yard work. We heard a noise and looked up and there was Tiger. He had managed to find his way home, across the river and threw the busy town and all. My parents never gave him away again.

He was such a good dog. I can remember that we had a top off of an old separator, we had put cement in the bottom of it so that it would hold water. Tiger would drink out of that all the time. One day my brother had gone fishing and when he got back home (for some reason) he put his trot line hooks in that drinking bowl of Tigers. When Tiger got a drink from that bowl, he managed to get 15 or 20 of those hooks in his lips. Dad got his pliers out and went about taking the hooks out of Tigers lips. Tiger whined but layed there while dad was taking all the hooks out of his lips.

He had him for at least 10 years or longer before he passed away.

Answer 6

This is such a hard question. It would have been easier if you had asked about my children!!!!!!!!! Have had so many pets, mostly dogs and I think Lucky Dog (golden retriever) was right up there close to being at the top, and then there was Henry (Dalmatian) - excellent guard dog, and Scottie who was just a plain funny little Silkie - he had a real sense of humor and made everyone laugh! Now it's just Katy (my cat) and me - she is my strong "lion" and guards me like a hawk!

Answer 7

I miss my cats very much (Amy, Sasha, Patrick, Lucy), but a friend's little dog, a papillon, was undoubtedly the most loyal and loving friend I have ever had. Sadly, Louis died very suddenly this summer, just a few weeks shy of his fourth birthday. Not a day goes by when I don't feel some sadness, particularly when I look out to see other dogs playing it the park where we used to meet for our walks. To say Louis is special is an understatement.

Answer 8

The one I have now! Tony, my apricot and white Maine Coon kitty! He is such a treasure and so affectionate; funny; cantankerous at times; clever and my best friend!

Of course I guess each pet has been my fav at the time. My very first fav was my miniature black cocker spaniel who traveled the world with us from the US to 11 different countries, where we would sneak him across the border in a paper bag! lol

I cannot forget either my singing trio, God bless their widdle now departed souls...They were Boomer, Spyder, and Gato...three kitties who would sing for their supper. TRUE story...Boomer would meow loudly in his falsetto voice; then Spyder would give his low pitched moan; THEN Gato would give his young chirping sound. EVERY day they would perform, each taking their turns! lol I had rescued Gato from a 7-11 dumpster as a kitten and he thought I was his real Mommy and would ride around on shoulder holding my neck with his front legs and paws! At night he would knead my neck until he found the pulse, then begin purring and fall asleep.

God's precious gifts...ya' gotta love 'em!

Answer 9

A Florida Gracket . . . whom I called 'Grakey' . . .
This bird 'came to me' in my back yard, when I was about 13. My father said I could keep it, and nurse it to good health, but I had to be willing to release it to the wild, once it could fly.
For about 3 weeks, I came home from school each day and rushed into the patio to see Grakey, and feed it wads of dog food with bread, pushed onto a toothpick, which I was able to put at the back of his beak. . . followed by water in an eyedropper. One day I came home, and he was flying all around in the screened in area . . . my dad said it was time to let him go!
We drove way out, away from the house - to an area where there were no houses - just open fields. I put Grakey on the grassy ground, and couldn't see my way back to the car very well, for the tears that were flooding my eyes. . . my dad was very sympathetic, but I was beyond consoling. . . I decided to never 'adopt' another bird, as the - letting it go part - was too painful.

Answer 10

All of my cats and dogs were my favorites in their own ways. Kinda like the way some parents feel about their children.

But, Marvelin' the Siberian Husky was so fascinating. He had so many qualities that a perfect person would have. He was loving and loyal to the max. He had a great yet subtle sense of humor. Marvelin' was a people magnet, and his charisma was supernatural. He was attentive and compassionate. He was stoic and never cried, even when he was in big-time pain, until his final illness.

Marvelin' was respectful of my 3 cats, and I swear to God, Marvelin' nursed one of my cats back from certain death. Finally, if all of this hasn't weirded you out yet, Marvelin' worked at communicating with people with has eyes and hand & paw games.