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reeshy

12-09-2006, 05:53 PM

Something tha tGvac said in another post struck a cord in me.....pets become part of our family's. How true.....I have always had beagles as pets...wrong word....as friends,,,I remember when my wife , Karola, first picked up our "pet" Annie...a Beagle, of course......she was just a dog...after a few months...she was sharing out bedroom.....When my wife was dying....Annie was my wife's constant companion....I would come home from work,, and there was Annie (and the Nurse) guarding my wife like her life depended on it....I used to let Annie into bed with us ...Karola loved that dog so  much... When my wife died....I swear to God that Annie knew it....she cried for 3 days....trust me.....You don't wnat to hear a Beagle cry! Anyway...all I'm saying is ....pets are people too!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love them and they love you!

Bulldogcakes

12-09-2006, 06:00 PM

<img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/83/Greyfriars-bobby-edin.jpg/250px-Greyfriars-bobby-edin.jpg" border="0" width="250" height="370" /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greyfriars_Bobby" title="Greyfriars bobby">Greyfriars bobby</a>Bobby's owner, John Gray, worked for the Edinburgh Police Department as a night watchman until he died of tuberculosis on 15 February <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1858" title="1858">1858</a>. He was buried in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greyfriars_Kirkyard" title="Greyfriars Kirkyard">Greyfriars Kirkyard</a>, the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cemetery" title="Cemetery">graveyard</a> surrounding <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greyfriars_Kirk%2C_Edinburgh" title="Greyfriars Kirk, Edinburgh">Greyfriars Kirk</a> in the Old Town of Edinburgh. Bobby, who survived John by 14 years, is said to have spent the rest of his life sitting on his master's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grave_%28burial%29" title="Grave (burial)">grave</a>.   In 1867, when it was pointed out that an unowned dog should be put down, the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Provost" title="Lord Provost">Lord Provost</a> of Edinburgh, Sir <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Chambers_%28publisher%29" title="William Chambers (publisher)">William Chambers</a> (who was also a director of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scottish_Society_for_the_Prevention_of_Cruelty_to_ Animals" title="Scottish Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals">Scottish Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals</a>), paid for a renewal of Bobby's licence, making him the responsibility of the city council. Bobby passed away in 1872 and could not be buried in the cemetery proper, since it was consecrated ground, instead he was buried just inside the gate of Greyfriars Kirkyard, not far from John Gray's grave. His headstone states, "Greyfriars Bobby - died 14th January 1872 - aged 16 years - Let his loyalty and devotion be a lesson to us all". Maybe the greatest dog story I've ever heard

Gvac

12-09-2006, 06:17 PM

I've had a Beagle, a Yorkshire Terrier, and a German Shepherd as pets in my life. I loved each of them incredibly and wept like a baby when they died. A few years ago I rescued a stray kitten from the woods, took her to the vet and brought her home. She was such a great cat, and the first one I'd ever owned. I was never a "cat guy" but she turned out to be such a good buddy that I fell in love with her just as much as any of my dogs. When she was just about a year old she became very ill and the vet told me it was a disease that occurs in many cats born in the wild. He said we'd have to put her down. I went and got 3 more opinions because I couldn't accept that she had to go. When it became apparent that she was starting to suffer I put her to sleep and again I cried my eyes out. After that I swore I'd never own another animal again because you get too attached to the little buggers and it absolutely rips your heart out when they die. A few weeks later, my neighbor asks how my cat's doing. When I tell her the whole story she insists I have to get another cat. I told her "NO way." She took it upon herself to call her friend who does animal rescue and shows up at my house with a completely insane kitten that she'd found in a storm drain. This little bastard was adorable and loaded with personality. Of course I had no choice. She's my current pet, and now she's almost 4 years old and still incredibly playful, energetic, and out of her mind. I guess once you're an animal lover you're doomed to have pets for the rest of your life. <img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c34/Gvac/SheenaMac.jpg?t=1165722098" border="0" />  

This message was edited by Gvac on 12-9-06 @ 10:43 PM

Andomray

12-09-2006, 06:41 PM

<div>http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/Andomray/Friggin%20Cats/PennyLane.jpg</div><div> </div><div>Name:ÿ Penny</div><div>Breed:ÿ Psychopath</div><div>Love:ÿ Lots.</div>

reeshy

12-09-2006, 06:47 PM

Christ, Greg...that story choked me up.......you are a good man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fezticle98

12-09-2006, 06:51 PM

When I was six, my brother and mom came home with a dog that they adopted from a shelter. Unfortunately, it wasn't the best dog and it was always biting me and my brothers. My parents ended up getting rid of it and I cried my eyes out.Our parents promised we could get a new dog when we moved and we did. Our dachshund, Daisy, was part of our family for 18 1/2 years, and followed us to four different countries on three different continents, including numerous trans-oceanic flights. She was in all of our family pictures. When she was 10, she was attacked by a larger dog and nearly died. I can't even explain what I would have done if she had been killed.My mom had to put her to sleep almost a year ago and I still miss her, especially when I return home. I will probably get another dog when I have a family of my own, but I can't imagine it being the same.

Team_Ramrod

12-09-2006, 07:37 PM

I never had cats, never really wanted one. Until I was at work one day and one of my guys brought in a beat up lil kitty that he found miles away from the nearest farmyard. It had likely crawled into the engine compartment and once the truck started driving was flung out onto the gravel. The cat had troubles breathing, it's left eye swelled shut and numerous cuts and scratches on it's head and body.I told the guy to take it to the pound because their first priority is to nurse an animal back to health and then find a home for it. He decided he was going to take it back to the place he found it and leave it to die. I called him a stupid fuck and took the cat from him.I took my kitty to the vet and decided that once I had her nursed back to health I would find a home for her. Well, the instant I got her home and started caring for her she was mine. She doesn't leave my side, she cuddles me when I'm upset and sleeps at my head when I'm in bed. She is seemingly saying thank you every second of every day.She is the ugliest, patchiest cat I've seen but she is mine and I'm thankful for her.

reeshy

12-09-2006, 07:49 PM

WOW.....Ramrod,,,good story,,,,that's what pet's do to you....make you love them....that's all I can say!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

jetdog

12-09-2006, 07:53 PM

That goofy bastard to the left is the best freind I ever had.  I got him back when I was in undergrad, I lived in a student neighborhood, ie. slum, down along the Gulf Coast.  A hurricane was coming down on us and my dumbass roomate and I decided to ride it out in our piece of shit house.  We were driving through the 'hood as the hurricane was about to hit and we saw him, chained up in some yard and no one home, so we got him the hell out of there.  He was already full grown, his bottom teeth were knocked out and he was pretty skittish around people. Days and weeks went by and gradually he started to get used to us and come inside more often. I started to take him out on walks and play with him. He loved soccer and frisbees.  All this time we were still living in this slum.  My roomate had another dog and our friends had dogs.  All of these daogs were pretty disobedient, you couldn't let them outside, but Jet was so loyal, whenever my roomate or freinds dogs would get out of the house or fenced in yard I would just bring Jet over or let him outside, all the other dogs would flock around him and follow him, then I would call him in and all the dogs would come inside.  He kicked the shit out of two dogs (his size) at once when they attacked my roomates dog one time.  God I could go on and on, he was the best dog I have ever seen let alone had.  Last summer his back legs started to fail him, he always had a problem with them as alot of shepards do, we tried everything from supllements to steroids, but the muscle and the bone was just wasting away.  So we lost him last September. I still miss him so much.