Which of your deceased pets do you miss the most?

I miss my meow, miss kitty and fender the dog....
Meow was a mean psycho cat who hated everyone but me.... she was killed by a "pit".... last cat I let outside.
Miss Kitty was the sweetest kitty.... she lived to be 14 inspite of "feline luke"
Fender was actually a long time roommate's beast. He was the smartest dog that ever lived.... 'cept for if he saw an empty video tape box LOOK OUT!
He would tear it to shreds!

My little fenine... a cat who thought he was a dog. He died last May.

Nasty. My first Bouvier. Will never be another dog that I bond with like I did with that one.

It's been two years and still wish I could hold him just one more time.

I had him since he was a kitten (he was 10 when he died). We went through a lot together.

When he was a kitten, my then boyfriend (he got Mickey for me) would stay up and watch old reruns of "Dynasty". Paul taught Mickey to come to us when you whistled the Theme from that show. Mickey could be anywhere in the house and if ANYONE whistled that song, he would jump up on their lap.

His death was very a very trying time for me and my other half. Michael had come to love him a lot too.

Damn I miss that crazy cat.

He saw many a boyfriend come and go. For many years it was just me and Mick. My SO was scared of him when he first met him. But they bonded real fast.

Hell, Michael came from work and was crying his ass off the day after Mickey died.

It's those odd things that I find so endearing about pets.

Stevie Lee Jones - my all time bestest friend ever. May Bast welcome her with open arms into cat heaven. I miss her every day.

OTRB (short for One fish, Two fish, Red fish, Blue fish) - he would eat out of my hand.

Missy - the Doberman who thought she was my mother and tried to raise me to be a good dog.

Clio - my false water cobra. Venomous, but a love. She'd wrap herself around my neck and I carried her everywhere. For a poisonous snake she was very very affectionate.

Charmin' - my frog. He was wild, not a pet, but all I'd have to do is call him and he'd hop into my hand. (Who says animals are dumb?)

Khash.

My dog Willie from child hood
my cat Mini that died about 6 years ago
and my oscar Gollum who died 8 years ago

His old body finally could go on no longer in June of 2002. I miss him everyday.

So, I'm hoping he is ok. But I miss him, even tho I have another kitty.

I chose her when she was one week old, she was my best friend and closest companion for 9 years and 2 months, she understood my every look and movement and I understood hers. She died in my arms 5 years ago and I miss her every day.

I've lost many friends and relatives - she's the one who makes me wish I believed in a Heaven where we see those loved ones again.

the main character's dog finally dies and she sees him in heaven.... Theyare so happy to see one another.
Gave me hope that I will see all of them again.

"The Lovely Bones" is a book told from the point of view of the murder victim from "heaven".... real good!

Yes, I felt the same thing at that part. It's odd - I lost my mom as a kid and yet the one I want to see more than anyone else is Dix. I guess because I never really knew my mom - she's sort of a shadowy memory to me but Dixie was my soulmate.

she wanted her dad to commit suicide because she wanted to be with him.

He only lived to be several months old! *sniff* *sob* :cry:

Once a vet told me that I should put Miss Kitty down because she had it.... I took her to another vet who got up set.... she said "would they have a person with HIV put down?"

She's the dog I was raised with.

I think not!

;)

They each had their own distinct personality and held their own special place in my heart. I miss them all equally.

Taffy, Sugar, Cocoa, Fitzy, Kitty, Layla, Aldo, Sissy, Tigre, Farrah, Carmine :cry:

n/t

...she passed on way before her time. We always suspected she had some sort of respiratory ailment and one sunny warm (with high pollen) day, she took a nap and never woke up. She was just over 2 years old.

About 90% timber wolf.

Big orange tabby. He was a great cat! I love you Lasher wherever you are!

My dachsund, Spanky, died Thanksgiving evening. Mourning for one recently gone, includes mourning for companions no longer living.

Billie & Angel


Byron


Billie was with me for 18 years. Angel was one of her two kittens.

Byron was my constant companion for 10 1/2 years.

sweetest dog who ever lived

He was white with black cirles around his eyes like smudged eyeliner. He'd lick my face to tell me he loved me, run little figure eights around my feet when I walked and snuggle me in my sleep. If anybody else slept on the sofa he'd jump on thier chest from the kitchen counter and wake them.

I miss him, my world is a sadder one now that I can leave books on the floor and retrieve them with the covers unnibbled.

Dogs and cats :cry:

He had Addison's Disease. He died almost 3 years ago a month away from his 6th birthday. He was the greatest dog ever, a big teddy bear. I still dream about him.

she was my first experience of unconditional love. My parents' affection was unquestionably conditional. Jigger was my first cat - I got her when I was 19 and had her for 11 years. She hated everyone but me - I even had a vet once ask me "Why do you keep this animal?" because she seemed so psycho. But she slept on my chest every night for 11 years, protected me from fuckheads (that cat was a personality barometer - she ALWAYS told me right away when someone was a fuckhead by doing something psychotic like attacking them - everyone she did that to turned out to be a dick), and was there for me when I was suicidal.

She started out with me way too young - she was only six weeks when I got her (the lady who had the kittens was being driven crazy by kitten badness), and not entirely weaned. I feared for her tiny life for the first few days, until I had a slice of pizza. The teensy little thing sat next to my chair, and meowed. I thought, oh how cute, and held the slice down to her. She went CHOMP! and I never had any trouble getting her to eat again - she'd pretty much eat the south end of a northbound mule if it was unwary in her presence. She got to be quite a big girl, and kicked the butts of all the male cats and most of the dogs in the neighborhood. She was a rat-killer, a savage predator - I can't count the number of critters she brought home, even after I belled her. She tried very hard to teach me to hunt - after she was about a year old, she decided I was her kitten, and not a very bright one. She used to bring me mice, shrews, and chipmunks she'd just caught, and let them go at my feet to make me chase them.

She died of antifreeze poisoning and I've never let a cat outdoors since. Only one person - one of my brothers - seemed to quite get what I felt when I lost her. When I told him it was antifreeze poisoning, he asked, "do you want me to kill someone for you?" He's psycho, so he was quite serious. It was meant kindly, and I took it as such.

They're all unique in their own way, and I was born and bred a pet person. I've never forgotten any of my pets since I was small.

loving friend.


I miss you Chicky. :cry:

(Siamese-Burmese cross). Mom Charmin was one of a litter of four we found in our basement. We took her orange tabby brother Sean, and our friend took Charmin back to her place across town to live with Muttley the unfixed Tonkinese.

Well, don'tcha know, Muttley got to her before the vet did, and 63 days later, she had a litter of two white kitties with blue eyes, an orange tabby, a gray tabby with bulging eyes -- and a sable brown kitty we named Kwan Yin (Chinese goddess of mercy), whom we took home with us.

As Kwanny matured, about six months, she turned from brown to shiny black. As in so black she wouldn't photograph: all we got was a sofa with a cat-shaped hole in it and two eyes glowing from within the hole.

After her uncle Sean, the true love of her life (he had been fixed but tried to approach Kwanny anyway, years before Viagra -- he fell off her!) succumbed to feline urinary syndrome at the tender age of five, Kwanny turned into a fine "people cat". Towards the end of her life she sat down next to me and started licking my hand -- and didn't stop for 45 full minutes! It actually started to hurt, but I didn't have the heart to make her stop.

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

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But especially Lucy and Casper, my dear cats who died in a house fire ten years ago. What a terrible way to lose two loyal companions. :(

Dog came into our lives when her mom died, she was barely weaned. She was a German shepherd mix, but she had the build of a medium sized greyhound.

At first my mom was not keen to the idea of a female dog, but she, too fell in love this this incredibly smart and caring animal. Dog only got preggers twice when pa let Dog out of the house while she was in heat. But after the second litter Dog wouldn't let another male dog near her when she was in heat.

Dog could respond to commands and certain words. Just say "cat" or "Squirrel" and the dog would go beserk. Just don't let her see one....And she loved playing in the snow. Everyone loved Dog, she had a personality that endeared people to her.

Dog was a tease. There was a dog next door who was in love with Dog, and she'd jump the fence to play with him, until he looked amorous, then she'd come back home.

Dog had a long and happy life. I miss her still.