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Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 9 Joined: 15-October 07 Member No.: 3,727 ![]() |
I love all the tributes, stories, poems, etc that everyone puts down for their beloved pets. In order for me to deal with my dear Smokey being gone, I've been trying to think of all the things he did that made me laugh, smile, or feel so incredibly loved by him. I was hoping I could start a thread where we could each in turn share something amazing about our passed furbabies.
I'll start.. Smokey used to give me what I called 'smokey-kisses' he would actually give me a kiss on a spot on my arm or leg, or sometimes my face if he was sleeping on my head (he usually did) These weren't licks, but much more humanlike kisses, and they were so sweet. I could even request them from him too! Smokey would also sing in the bathtub, join me in the shower, and sleep on my head. Ever since Smokey passed, Kramer has started his version of Smokey-kisses, he's not able to give them the same way, but he does a random one or two licks that he NEVER did before Smokey left us, a little odd ?? Iggie was a polydactyl tabby I had for a short 3 years when I was a teenager, he actually taught himself to pee in the toilet !! We thought my little sis wasn't flushing the potty - lol then I walked past the bathroom one day, and there was iggie, half in / half out using it!! It was such a trip! ![]() -------------------- Livvie's Furbabies:
Kramer "Mer" Smokey Fall '97 - 3.13.07 aka Smokers, smokey-bear, baby-boy ![]() Smokey suffered Kidney Failure due to Iams tainted food, was diagnosed in Jan, had to be pts March 13th. I miss him more than my heart can bear. Iggie [Igor] - 89 - 6.10.91 [FiP] |
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![]() Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 3 Joined: 13-March 10 Member No.: 6,408 ![]() |
chele, interesting you used to call your dog Bongo Dog. We had a dog named Bongo when I was a kid! (yes I realize this post is a year or so old).
Here's a happy memory: My kitty Smudge used to always wait for me to come in the door from my morning run. When I walked in, she would jump off the radiator by the door and lead me upstairs so she could be in the room when I had my shower. It seems like such a silly thing. I really miss her doing this. She was such a sweet little cat. She would also sleep on my pillow curled up in a little white ball. I still see her out of the corner of my eye sometimes. Sleeping in the chair, accompanying me to the attic. When I look more closely though, I see that she isn't there. Her ashes will come home this week. I feel like she'll be coming back home to us. Time for more tears, I guess. Happy memories as well though. |
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