Seeing that much of this post is about pets.
Sadly, I don’t own any pets currently… but I have had dozens of pets over the years, and still thinking back on them makes me smile.
Rusty. My first dog. Golden retriever. I believe he was born before I was. Died when I was young. Don’t remember much about him except that he used to knock me over all the time when I was first learning to walk. Not on purpose, of course. He wasn’t very bright, and he smelled terrible, but he was a good dog.
Pumpkin. My first cat. Big tomcat, orange with stripes. We found him as a stray in a park. Took him home. Apparently he decided he preferred his freedom. He “escaped” and decided to hang around as a neighborhood stray.
Domino. My second cat. Black and white with spots (hence the name). Don’t remember where we got her. She ended up getting pregnant and giving birth to kittens in my mom’s bedroom closet.
Smoky. One of six five (one was stillborn) from Domino’s litter. Smoky was the one I chose for myself. White female with large “smoke-like” patches of grey. Most awesome cat ever. Smart as a whip. Came to me (and only me) when I called her, even from half a block away - I’d call to her and she would run right up to me and jump into my arms (cats almost never do this). Slept by my side every night. Excellent hunter. Regularly brought me gifts of dead mice, birds, and lizards. Lived to be almost 20 (!) years old.
Wiley. Awesome dog. Queensland blue heeler. Named him Wiley because he looked like a coyote. That dog could leap 10 feet straight up in the air and catch a flying bullet. You think I’m exaggerating, but no. He could’ve been a show dog. Unfortunately he had a bad habit of biting people, especially annoying people that he didn’t trust. He never ever bit me, but he bit enough other people that he eventually had to be “put down.”
Tater. LOL. Stray cat, black and white. My ex had named him “Goofy”, but I insisted on calling him Tater instead. Comedian Ron White reference, “they call me Tater Salad”. Talk about a crazy cat. I mean, all cats are crazy, but this little guy was especially so. And he had a personality that was practically human.
I swear, I could talk to that cat and he would look at me like he understood every word of what I was saying. And while he couldn’t physically talk back, he would do something in response that clearly expressed his opinion on the matter. Not just typical “I don’t like you,” cat type stuff. Much more complex. He made it very clear exactly what he wanted, when he wanted it. And if I tried to ignore him, he made sure to get my attention. If I still ignored him, he’d make sure to get my attention again, and pretend like he was going to pee on something. I kid you not. If I made the mistake of still ignoring him? He’d actually start peeing. But he’d only go that far I made the mistake of ignoring his initial warnings.
I mean, this cat was so smart that he literally looked both ways before crossing the street. He was much less like your typical cat, and much more like a little man trapped in a cat’s body.
Unfortunately, he’s gone now too, but he lived a pretty full life, at least in terms of cat years.
Sorry, I know this is supposed to be a happy thread… but all of the pets I’ve had are all dead now, and while it was always sad losing them, it still brings a smile to my face every time I think about them.
EDIT: Also several others I didn’t mention… Buddy, Max, Satch, Sandy, Penny (dogs); Tiger, Pinner, Spotty, Spooky, Cubbie (cats)… several others whose names I unfortunately can’t remember. Several fish, a couple of snakes, couple of hermit crabs (Biggie and Hermie)…
Sad that most of these little guys lack the lifespan of us humans, but I’m still glad to have known them while they were here.