Today we are remembering Those Who Came Before. Like most of us, I have memories of quite a few furry friends, some dogs, mostly cats.
Frodac - big Boxer male. I knew him as a child. He bit me one day, because I was in his face annoying him and he treated me as a puppy got treated. The barest scraping of skin right where my nose meets my forehead, I have a tiny, tiny scar. I have always been in awe of how this dog restrained his biting power to teach me to respect canines. Trust me, it worked! I never feared him even after that, but I did learn to be less annoying.
Skippy - sweetest dauschand ever. Beautiful girl, amazing personality, never met a stranger. HATED thunder though, really upset her. I loved that dog, more than any other dog I've known.
Tiger - a tabby feline girl, looked much like Leia, raised Skippy as her own. The play fights they would have! Running back and forth through the house, never really mattered who was chasing who. They were certainly a bonded pair.
Casey - the only dog I've ever known that I hated, and believe me the feeling was mutual! Met him working at a vet. He was a terrier mix. When his owner came in the room he turned around and bit me on the lip. I barely avoided stitches that day. Unlike my dear friend Frodac, there was no gentleness in his bite. He was a constant visitor to the clinic, and the animosity of that first meeting quickly turned to loathing. **** however he provoked me, and I assure you he did, I never treated him less than gently.
And now... the story of Yasmina.
Mina was given to me as a 6 week old, but even then she had a tremendous sense of how regal she was. More of an Empress of cats. She had an old soul even as a tot, that one. Gray with some white, the softest fur ever. We were together for 15 years.
I miss her still.