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My mom have 1 kitty, 2 cats, 1 famale dog and 1 male dog. But sort of both it feels it be my animals too.
The older dog(Jack russel named Millie.) the famale dog is 15 years old (born in 1997 in Belgium and her birthday is the same birtday as my mom.), she be left from the part of 3 pets. The two cats (Sepriese cat / Black and White one) coming in 1995 die in November 2007 and May 2008. Jack Russel is a litle dog with a loud mouth, Jim Carrey have a simalar dog in The Mask. The name Millie she take over for this dog from dog she have as child.
Another Kitty (A cat who look like on the black cat of jackdagger ) dies in June 2009 (1 year old, lived wit us from October 2008.) quike after she get a couple of kittens, all of them exept one dies, the kitty (A orange cat with the name Johanna) lived with me and my brother til September 2010. From that moment the kitty lived there, 1 of the cats is her father (Orange cat with the name Jack/Jackie).
This is picture i take from internet to show you a litle bit how the cat and kitty look like.
The second cat is is since 2010 his name is Max,much hear gray with a bit brown/red... The last couple of months he is les shy. The younger dog is a Golden retriever from 2006 (Daantje/Daan. In English you say Danny.) and it sound funny then it be, but she have him since 1 April 2006.
I still can't post a picture. My latop hates me and it won't let me upload pictures onto it from my phone or camera. I got lucky on the post a picture of yourself thread since there was already a pic of me online, but not of my dog :(
I'll just describe him: He's a german shepard called Rocky (probably don't need to tell you who he's named after), he's 13, he's brown and black, he's kind (never bites or growls at anybody), but he's pretty stupid. I love him though.
I love dogs. And cats. Now I have one dog - a big (slightly smaller than a german shepard) short-haired, very smart, gentle and loving, golden brown mutt with kinda big ears whom I call "my handsome pooch" and my friend falls apart laughing. Well I think he is gorgeous (as only a glorious mixed breed stray can be). He is 7 years this October. Back in October 2005, I was with him about an hour after he was born, to a lovely dog owned by my then elderly Japanese neighbor (this is the first time I taught in Japan; 2005/2006). I named him Bear, because he was by far the biggest puppy in the litter. I was with him every day, roaming all over the mountain, for 7 months until I went home. In May 2006 went back to America, crying my eyes out.
I made it back to Japan to visit everyone a year and a half later. I couldn't wait. I ran thru my old neighborhood calling his name, "Bear!" (I trained him in English, natch) and couldn't find him (my elderly friend never kept him on a chain;, he ran free all over the mountain). I was feeling sad and depressed and wondering if he was okay. So I went to a friend's home and was talking with her on her porch ... when suddenly I heard insistent puppy-like whining and turned: there he was, trying to fit his big fat body thru her fence railing to get to me. Only part of his head would fit. He was wriggling from tip to tail. He had found me by my voice, (after an absence of a year and a half, mind you) just by me talking with my friend. After a week, I went home to Florida. Yeah, crying my eyes out again (hey, I'm allowed).
Nearly exactly a year and a half after that visit, I came back to Japan for a long stay ... and here I am still. Since May 2009, Bear and I have been inseparable. My elderly neighbor, his original owner, passed away in 2010 (he was 88 and had lived on this mountain all his life) and his son gave me Bear. So now whenever I do go back, Bear is going with me.
And after all this yakking, I still cannot get a photo uploaded! Drat. Okay, I'll work on it. Thanks for listening, everyone. I know everybody who loves their pet has a special story.
My kids want a cat but I grew up with more with dogs and intend to get a puppy from the shelter in the near future. I don't want a litter box and my kids will find it gross and won't want to clean it, so dog it is. My childhood dog was the best ever. She was a toy poodle/Pomeranian mix and took after her poodle father in looks. She was as my father used to call her a "licking loony" from the time she was a pup and we used to joke that she'd lick a burglar so much he'd fall in love and take her too! She later would up mating accidentally with my Nana's (Dad's side) Pom and gave us three little beauties, two boys that were orange and looked just like their Dad, and a little black girl who looked mostly Pom but "not quite", some people thought she might be a Yorkie. I saw two of them born when I came home from school and it's one of my favorite and most treasured memories as a child.
My Nana went with cats by the time I was a teen, her and Pop-Pop got too old to walk dogs. One day a Siamese cat came to her door meowing and so she and Pop-Pop fed her. She seemed well cared for and they figured she'd go back home. Nope. She came around every day and decided she liked it there better so we adopted her. Another pregnancy. The people across the road had a bobcat/tabby mix (he was huge like that coon cat as was his boy lookalike she later gave birth to) and he got her. She had 4 kittens and was killed by a car when they were three weeks old. My Dad cried so much worried they would die without her that his face got all red, and we had to go out and get little bottles and make a special formula prescribed by a vet to feed them. We also had to make sure we had plenty of warm washcloths to stimulate them to urinate and had to give them an enema to make sure they learned to poop too. The girl that looked like her father I named "Cubby" in honor of Cubby and she decided she was mine. Like my dog she would sleep in my room and watch over me, she especially liked to follow me when I told her it was teeth brushing time because she liked to lick the toothpaste off the corners of my mouth. She was so funny and a champion mouser- Nana kept three of them because they had moved to an area where there were lots of fields and the cats would kill the field mice and she never had a mouse in her house whereas neighbors without cats used to get lots of them.
Anyway, when I get that puppy I'll post a pic.
Then when I left for university a stray cat started wondering around the house. My parents would feed her and, although she was almost wild (it's fate, I tell you), she stayed. She was the smartest animal I ever met, without a doubt. When she was pregnant everybody would ask my parents for a cub, they were also special. My parents kept some too. One of them was half Norwegian forest cat, also extremely smart, but he was a gentle giant in contrast with his tiny, wild mother. We spent many hours watching Bond-films together (well, I watched, he slept on my lap a la Blofeld's cat). He showed up dead one day, we think he was poisoned by a neighbour who didn't like cats. But his mother was smarter, hard to catch. She stayed until she was really old, almost blind, toothless. Then she got ill and the vet said she couldn't save her, her heart was too weak for anesthesia, so she put her to sleep. It was one of the saddest moments of my life when my mother told me over the phone, my father was so heart-broken he never wanted a pet after that.
I wish I could have a pet in here. I like dogs but I'm more of a cat person but I will only get one when I have a big house with a garden. No animal should live inside an apartment, they need space.
Sorry if it was boring but I really wanted to share this stories with you. Keep posting your lovely animals.
To talk briefly about the sad things we go thru as pet owners ... I, too, have had pets euthanized. It was a very, very tough decision but I said yes to that option because my pets were in the last stages of dying; it is always sad and tremendously difficult - but for me, it was the right thing to do. It was a peaceful ending for my pets, and I was able to be with my pets holding and loving them (and the vet came to my home, which was so kind - no stress of taking my pet to the vet's office).
If we love, at some point we go through this kind of sadness. But my life without love would not be much, and I truly love having a pet in my life, to hold and care for and love. I have had animals all of my life, and I hope I can continue to always have a pet (picturing myself in an elderly care center now, maybe with just a visiting dog). It is a huge joy for me.
Here he is as a puppy:
And a current photo:
That is freaky but very funny! :))
this was the result:
His name's Whiskey. We still have the other cat too; they're bro's
That's awesome to hear. My parents have rescued many an abandoned cat over the years, recovered them to full health and provided them with a great home. If only more people were like that.
You upload your picture to a file sharing site like photo bucket or imgur and when upload you post the link inbetween the [ img ] [ /img ] Brackets.
Marion, 8 years old
Felipe, 1 year old
Mafalda, 3 years old (with Felipe when he was just 2 months old)