As a kid, we had pets like birds, fish, cats, and mice; but not any two at once!
My cousins had a Collie- German shepherd mix named "Skippy" who hung-out with us when I visited them or when they visited us.
Skippy retired to my aunt's farm in New Hampshire. I took walks with him, unleashed, on the property that included a brook. We were crossing the brook by stepping on the large stones when I slipped. Skippy grabbed
my wrist to help me right myself! I was never so connected with him than in that moment; astonishing!
When I first moved to New York, my roommate had a cat named "Paws". I would clean his litter box, give him food and water, and, of course, sit with him and pet him and play with him. Paws liked potato chips!
A friend of mine had a Yorkie, named "Fred", that I would look after when the friend went out of town. Fred was 3 years old
then and had to get used to a puppy named "Ethel" (another Yorkie) who joined the household.
Me and the friend became partners and the dogs seemed to become my responsibility from the "get-go". It was just over a decade when they moved to Boston, the three, without me.
During that decade, they were almost always with me. They traveled with
me on the train to Fire Island (Fred loved to stick his face in the wind on the ferry ride over), and then to Sag Harbor (our summer locations). They loved our walks together, us three (and four) on the beach or in the woods on a trail in the Hamptons. We shared a lot of baths and visits to
the vet's. Fred had a very special bond with me! Outside of the City, I walked them off the leash because they had earned my trust and obeyed my call or hand gestures to them.
Before they moved to Boston, I was walking them off the leash in the city, too! Their good behavior earned them a little freedom!
Within a few years, they passed away, sadly.
My friend moved back to New York and got another pair of Yorkies who
were sisters, named Jacquie and Lee. That was about 2005, when I started to have them at my apartment, about once a month. I still watch Lee, but
Jacquie passed away a few months ago. When Jacquie was ailing, I gave her oral medication and cleaned her up when she was incontinent.
The proudest I am of caring for the two was that I trained them to use wee-wee pads in the apartment, rather than anywhere!
These are some of my "critter stories"...
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