Sebastian was about 4-5 when I adopted him so when he died, he was about 17 years old.

a tiny black cat was just a few days shy of 20 when she passed....another cat was 16 when he died. My Flat-coated retriever was just over 16 and my golden was nearing 16. Miss them all...

Jasmine; my parents got her when my mom was pregnant with me...and we had to have her put to sleep for kidney failure when I was a freshman in college...two weeks shy of 20.

Our seal point Lucy lived to well over 19 (came down to the lounge one morning and it looked like she had had a heart attack trying to jump on to her favourite armchair). Mai, our torty point is 13 and still going strong.

or animals in my family?

33 would be the the longest in the family; birth to death for a horse.

My mom's cat died last year at 19.

I've got a 23 yo horse I've had since her birth outside in the barn. She's healthy and energetic, and I expect her to make at least 30.

I've also got an 8 yo hen, but the record for hens for me is 12.

who had diabetes and required insulin shots from the time he was ten years old, finally left me when he was just 3 months shy of turning 19.
He caught his very first mouse when he was 17!

He'll be 15 in a few months. Still going strong even for having diabetes since he was 3.


beautiful kitty by the way!

Our shih tzu, Flower Lou, lived a few months past his 15th birthday, and if his "sister," Fritty Sue, a bichon, had lived two weeks longer than she did, she would have been 16.

We adopted them a day apart when they were each about six weeks old.

DH got them as kittens. They've been half mine for almost 13 years. My long-lived girly-girl car was 18 when she went in 2005. I'd had her for 11 years.

Damn autocorrect. Was browsing Du while waiting for coffee order for OfA HQ and badly proofed.

I'm constantly checking to see if he's still breathing. Quality of life is, well, royalty, so that's not an issue.

RIP, Harry Head

he died when i was 23. grew up with him, and he was my best friend R.I.P. "red"

He's a Quaker parrot and I've had him since he was about 3 months old.

She said she'll wear red to our funerals. Yes, we've made arrangements for her.

Died last December, he was almost 18.

Had him since I was 7, he died when I was 20.

i was 16, she was about six months when she came home with me. she stayed with my dad when i moved out, but i still get over there a few times a month. she's healthy as can be and i hope she's with us for some time more



eta: we kept two from the litter of four she had, the babies turned 14 this summer.

His brother, Mouse went to the Rainbow Bridge when he was 14. Our beloved dog, Tanya, also
went to the Rainbow Bridge when she was 14.

She passed in 2004 and I miss her every day.

Ours is named Phoebe.
Sorry for your loss, they do become one of our kids.

was 8 months old when we brought her home from the local Humane Society. She lived to somewhere around 19 years old

Ralph is hmmm? Born the same day my dad died in '98, I count 14 years. She is still going strong. Her brother Bob, did not last as long. He caught the feline aides virus because he was a fighter and a killer cat. He was SO bad.
I've told his stories here.

But we've always adopted shelter animals and were never quite sure of how old they were when we took them in.

37 years old, normal life span is 17 years. Still alive, damn bird is going to outlive me

I loved her so much...Lost her recently. We were lucky to have had her in our lives for so long.

Hi,
Had Fergie (Named after Ferguson Jenkins, Cubs pitcher) for 19 years. Had some problems once she had a stroke in her older age, but recovered amazingly well and lived good for another few years. Eventually had to put her to sleep. It took me almost two years before I felt like getting another cat. Sophie is now 11.

Peace

RIP Piggy.

Great shape until the end.

Just passed away in his sleep.

I had bottle feed him, he was a sweet cat,

He was a great foster dad.

I had a cat that had 4 week or kittens when she was killed.

Tuna took care of the kittens after that.

I miss him.

...and she was a very special girl. She adopted me in my early 20's right after my best friend committed suicide (which was less than three years after my mother died unexpectedly) and I was contemplating following suit. I feel like caring about her is what saved me from myself.

She was just a couple months short of her 13th birthday. She had inoperable bone and liver cancer.

My kitty was three months short of 17. I got him when he was 8 weeks old. My first kitty was almost 15, when she died from complications from feline herpes virus. Current furball is fixin' to turn 12 this spring. She was about 3 months old when I got her.

My golden retriever, Gwyn. Met his parents the day he was conceived and brought him home at 8 weeks of age. We traveled all over the country together. I think he spent more time living from the back of my jeep then in any home. We had a great run together and made friends in many states and of many species...cats, dogs, ferrets, Guinea pigs, parrots, chickens...humans! Best companion I have ever had. Miss him dearly...even after 3 years!

When we lived in DC, I would walk him at night after work. We would go to a neighborhood park at midnight to play fetch and do his business. We used a red ball that would flash when it was impacted. It took me about a week to realize he was placing it intentionally next to his waste as a flashing beacon, allowing me to find it quickly in the dark and we could get back to play time faster!

He was very smart. He knew commands in ASL as well as spoken english. His final years were spent in Portland, OR. He could see the dog park on the next block from our second floor apartment door and when he choose to escape the back yard, that is where he went!

He was such a "Good boy!"

We never had any really old ones.

We adopted her from the local Humane Society after someone stuffed her in a bag, set the bag on fire, and tossed the bag in a dumpster. (I convinced my parents we should adopt her after hearing her story. I'm a light touch, I suppose. ) She was missing about 4 inches from the end of her tail and still had a tiny bald spot there when we brought her home.

Naturally, after a beginning like that, she didn't trust people much but I'd drag her out from under my bed every day when I got home from school to pet her, play with her, and generally get her used to the idea that not all humans would want to hurt her. She gradually warmed up to the family, but she was really my cat. Just thinking about that dear kitty puts a smile on my face. She really was a sweetheart.

Edit: spelling

One was about a year older than the other. We got the first one when my son was just a toddler. They were the only pets both my kids knew for most of their lives.