Post Your Happy Memories Here Options

[iggiecat]

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!

[Smudge's Mom]

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.

[CharliesMom]

I have so many happy memories of Charlie, it's hard to know where to begin. One that occurred fairly recently was during the last election. I was watching Sarah Palin's interview with Charlie Gibson on ABC and, some of you will recall, she received a bit of a ribbing from the late-night comedians for repeating Gibson's name so many times. Well, my Charlie wandered in while this interview was taking place and, hearing his name, walked to the TV. After a minute he walked away again, but the next time Palin said "Charlie" he walked back and the look on his face was terribly puzzled, as if he was thinking, "Why does that lady keep calling me and what does she want?"

Something similar happened a few years ago when Hurricane Charlie was raging across Florida. Now, one thing you have to know about Charlie (the dog) is that, whenever mischief was afoot, he always seemed to be somewhere in the vicinity, but by the time I came in to investigate suspicious noises he would be far enough removed from the scene of the crime to offer plausible deniability. He also had what I liked to call his "I didn't do it!" look, an expression of such abject innocence that only a fiend would suspect him of wrongdoing. Well, one night he was sound asleep on the sofa beside me when an announcer came on screen to discuss the latest on the hurricane, saying, "And now for the latest on Charlie!" The words were no sooner out when MY Charlie scrambled to his feet and managed to get his "I didn't do it!" look firmly in place before he was even fully awake. He was quite a character, Charlie was.