I think we all have pet stories of one sort or another.
When I was 12 my Dad bought me a Beagle pup, I was getting into hunting and he thought this would be a good lesson in responsibility for me. Anyway, my Mom asked me to clean the sports paraphernalia off the porch. So I grabbed two basketballs in my arms and headed outside to put them in the garage near the backboard. I was walking down the steps, basketballs in my arms, not looking and I stepped on the little puppies head who was lying at the bottom of the stairs. I dropped the balls and screamed . My Dad came running and my Mom brought me a towel. I picked the puppy up in my arms and got into the front seat of Dads car and we drove like crazy to the vets office. No luck. The puppy died in my arms. I cried for years over the loss of my first pet that I had for about two months. It still hurts today and I think about it every time I see a dog lying on or near a set of stairs. or a kid carrying basketballs.
Being animal lovers (I got the license plates to prove it), My wife and I had two dogs and two cats. One cat went missing, gone for four days. It was a Russian Blue. Far and few between. Anyway, I discovered a cat lying next to the curb of the street near the park, two blocks away. I tell the wife. We go down and make a positive ID. I go back and pick up our three yr old Phoenix (ash color) and bring her home. Bury her in the backyard complete with marker. Three nights later we are coming home late after a nite of partying. The wife goes and lets herself in and I do the guy thing on a tree. I go up the steps and open the door and enter. In scurries a shadow about the size of a cat. I for a moment thought it was Phoenix, but I knew better. I asked my wife if she saw, what I think I saw. She said yes, but wasn't really sure. We looked at each other quietly for a second and heard a crunch ,crunch coming from the hallway where the cat food is kept in a bowl on the floor. We look around the corner and there was Phoenix eating. We picked her up and laughed in amazement and jumped for joy. I looked for dirt that should of been in her eyes, because thats the last thing I remember seeing as I shoveled dirt on her stiff body. She slept with us that night. The next morning I just had to go out to where we had buried her . I expected to see a hole and the dirt piled to one side. Nope, It was just as I had left it.
We babied Phoenix for three days and nights. Wondering, who's cat did we bury in our back yard? We were over joyed to have our Phoenix back home. I figured we had named her appropriately, Phoenix, rising from the ashes and all. Only this time it was rising from the dirt. Anyway we had let Phoenix out for the first time in three days . She wandered over to the driveway in front of the garage near the hedges and looked back over her shoulder towards the wife and me, as if to say , thanks for all you've done. walked around the garage, under the hedges. And we never saw her again. True story.
I feel your pain
Keep it up,
Ctskip
