Of all the pets that have shared your life over the years, which do you miss the most and why?
I miss our last cat the most. He was a Bombay and not the least bit aloof as many of our cats have been. We lost him summer before last to intestinal cancer. He was very social and loved to snuggle. He liked to sit on my shoulder when I was working around the house. I also took him to grocery shop with just his head sticking out of my purse. He had the deepest, loudest purr I've ever heard. He grew up with my son who also loved him dearly. We were wrecked when two operations failed get rid of his cancer when we had no other option but to euthanize.
I had a rat terrier who lived to one month short of his 18th birthday. I photographed him quite a bit, and used his pics whenever I was testing a new digital technique. His photo was in work that has gone into books, and into digital zines I've published, and into some I have hanging on the walls here at home. He lived so long, he was completely blind and deaf in the last year of his life, which meant I had to spend some extra time helping him find his way.
Even though I now have two new dogs, I think about him often, and unfortunately, most of the photos Facebook chooses for memories are of him, so I'm constantly seeing pics of him when he was younger. They still make me a little sad.
The pet I miss most was a dog named "Rolley". He was a Marema (Russian Sheep dog) and only two years old when we received a phone call saying he had strangled himself on his chain.
We were away at a wedding and he was attached to a chain on a runner while we were away as Maremas are notorious wanderers (they are often used to protect livestock and other animals from predators). We had friends going around to check on him and feed him, but unfortunately the chain became snagged on a branch and he went around and around making it tighter and tighter. He was a beautiful dog with a placid and playful nature, and even though we have three other dogs I still miss him four years later.
Dixie! I got Dixie at 6 weeks from some idiots who had burned her belly because she was pottying inside. They had locked her in a pin outside to where they couldn't even get in ti. They were just dumping food and water over the fencing. She was a lab/pit mix. I lost Dixie to a battle with cancer on July 15, 2013. She made it 13 years. I got her when I first came out of foster care. She was there for me through the birth of all of my children and welcomed them when they came home. She would lay beside them at night, and put up with them pulling and climbing on her during the day. She knew many, many words. She was also a protector. We knew that if anyone came near our home she would let us know, and she was trained to do something about it if I told her to. Prior to the birth of my children I spent several thousand dollars on extensive training for her. She never went through a destructive puppy stage and was potty trained within a week of coming home. She was amazing. I feel silly saying it but she was one of my children, my first child. I have 2 dogs now, 1 was raised with Dixie who is very similar in behavior and personality, but no dog will ever live up to Dixie. 2 years later and I still miss her. She was part of this family, and I hate my youngest child probably will not remember her.
I missed my first cat, she was ran over by a motorbike in the dark, never had the chance to see her
We had a truly unique cat. He looked solid black, but when the sun shown directly on him, you could see stripes. He must be the only black tabby on record. He had a diminutive high-pitched meow. I named him Pleides, (I know that's the name of the constellation Seven Sisters, but he reminded me of that diminutive Little Dipper. Actually, he did have four tiny white dots on his left shoulder.) He got struck by a car. I wish I'd thought to take pictures of him!
For me it would be my dog 'Collie'. She was a Labrador Alsatian cross and birn with a broken tail, we never realized until she was about five months old. She lived to be eighteen and was riddled with cancer
It was two days before Christmas when the vet told us the prognosis. I took her to the vets that day and it's one of the saddest Christmas's I've ever had, its thirty years ago now but I still think of Collie at times.
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