What is your favorite memory of a pet long gone?
Most of us have memories of pets doing silly, scary, funny, weird things. What's yours? Whatever pet you had, from tiger barb to African Gray to garden variety tabby to English Mastiff, tell all. Bonus for pictures!
This is my sweet Harry, whom I called Harry le Roi.
He loved those little toy mice covered with the fur of some unknown hapless creature. He'd play with a mouse for a while, then he'd take it into the kitchen. He'd drop it by the kibble dish and take a couple of bites of kibble, then pick up the mouse and chew on it for a minute, then take another bite of kibble, another bite of mouse, etc. I believe that he liked to feel like he was eating a mouse. God, he was a funny, sweet cat. I miss him so badly.
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We had a red min. dach. while I was growing up, too. She was super protective of the entire family. Unfortunately, she was bad about biting strangers, but we didn't care. Loved hear dearly.
She never, ever hurt me, but everybody else was fair game. If my dad yelled at me, she'd attack him. Dad was a big tough guy, ex-Marine & a cop, but animals--especially cats--would turn him to mush. She also held grudges. One day, dad was teasing her, gently roughing up her fur while wearing leather gloves & it just infuriated her. He got bored, so shortly afterward went into my folk's bedroom to take a nap. About a half hour later, Yum Yum hopped up on the bed with revenge on her mind. Dad knew from the look on her face that he was going to get nailed. He was right. 
He tolerated a lot of abuse from Yum Yum, bless his heart. Everybody called her The Old Dragon, but she was my very best friend.
This is a picture of my late feline niece Morgan helping me take a nap in 2012.
Morgan lived with me for several months back in 2008 while my sister was doing pharmacy rotations which took her all over the country. She had a bit of a temper but was otherwise about the sweetest cat there was. Morgan would wait for me to come home from work at night and would sleep on my bed. It was rough losing her in 2013, almost as much as losing human members of my family.
It started to hurt after a while. They have raspy tongues, you know. But I knew she was nearing the end, and I didn't want her to stop! 
So much for the h8rs who say kittehs only lick us for the salt in our sweat. 
One day, he just kept licking the same spot. Later I realized I had a small, weeping wound similar to what you'd get if you sandpapered off a bit of skin! Ouch!
We stole him from our neighbors, a couple of knuckleheaded girls who kept putting him outside in subzero weather because he was "too noisy." One very cold day the poor little guy (hardly more than a kitten) was howling outside the front door of our fourplex, and we took him in, cleaned him up, had him neutered and treated for worms and ear mites, and told our asshole, neglectful neighbors (who didn't even ask around about him for several days of cold weather) we hadn't seen him. I feel no guilt for this act of larceny. Not a bit.
So anyhow, Charles was probably not the sharpest knife in the drawer but he was very friendly and occasionally weird. One of his favorite things to do was stalk and "kill" balloons. We'd blow them up and he'd pop them with his claws, which he seemed to think was great fun. But we had to take the balloon corpse away from him immediately or he'd eat it, which resulted in an unusually colorful litter box.
He was a sweetheart. He lived to be 21. He's been gone for 20 years but I still miss him because he was so sweet and so goofy.
We registered him with the AKC as "Baron Maximilian", but soon came to know he was really "Maximum Dog".
From a tiny puppy he grew to be HUGE.
75 pounds.
Two long stories, but he saved my wife and daughter from home intruders/burglars while I was away, and our next home from burglars when I was present.
God, I loved that dog.
Gentle and loving with friends and family, but hell on paws if you 'didn't belong'.
He's a Rat Terrorist
And what a great protector.
it is "dear husband" but now and then I'd go with "damned husband"
Sounds like a sweet family.
A meson is a medium-weight black and white particle, according to my physicist husband!
I lived in a second floor apartment and he would climb up the wall to get into my patio
What was the wall made of? Wood, vinyl, stucco . . . ? That is a talented cat.
I remember the first time, I thought I had accidentally locked him outside.....but then it happened again and again 
I love them too . . . ask anyone. 
from hemangiosarcoma at the age of 8.
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I thought you'd like to see this pic from 2002 when I lived at the farm with Tom
I had to have Clancy, on the far left, put down last week - he would have been 17 in June. The bigger black cat is the infamous Skittles. The others from left to right are Tenny, Cowboy, Milkdud and Tibet (AKA Miss Priss). All gone now, with pieces of our hearts.
No leash laws back then, so she would spend her day going around to all the back doors in the neighborhood for hand outs, nap in the middle of the street in front of our house and make drivers stop to move her, and then be right on time to greet me as I walked home. Most excellent dog.
