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Okay folks, let's talk about pets.
In your lifetime, what's been you're all time favorite pet? I.e. the most loving, loyal, smartest, most fun, what have you.
It's a toss-up for me. It might be my golden retriever Sarah that I had growing up. We got her when I was 8 and she was 5. One of my mom's friends was holding two golden retrievers who they were fostering after the couple who owned them divorced. After she offered to give us one, and after I begged my mom to agree, I went over to my mom's friend's house to see them. One was athletic, active and spritely. I'd throw the tennis ball out to her, and she'd grab it, drop it at my feet and run back to expect the next throw. Her sister was a lot slower and low key. I'd throw her the tennis ball and she'd catch it, and then she'd circle once, plop down and sit. Of course, I always liked the underdog, so I took the slow one, Sarah.
From that moment on, Sarah was "my" dog. Every night she'd sleep right below my bed. I'd walk her around the neighborhood and I'd take her out in the back yard and play catch. As I mentioned in another thread, she was the absolutely most sweetest, most loving, friendliest (yet far from overactive) dog I've ever known. I only heard her growl once--once--at another dog. She only barked when she wanted to go inside or outside. She never put up a fight when she had to take a bath.
She lived until she was 13. When she passed, she did so in her sleep. Thankfully, we never had to contemplate having to put her down.
My other favorite pet was my cat, Basil, a black and white tuxedo cat, who came into our lives a little bit after Sarah died. I only had Basil for less than two years, but she turned out to be quite a cat. She was a wild cat who hung out around my dad's garden. Slowly but surely, we put food out for her, and she would come closer and closer to our house. Still, she was a little afraid of us--until one day when we came home and she was in our garage with three little kittens with her. The kittens eventually all got adopted, but Basil suddenly became tame and friendly to us. I would come home some days and Basil would run (not walk, but actually run) up to me. I'd never seen a cat so affectionate as Basil. As a special treat, she loved to snack on potato chips. She was probably the smartest cat I ever met too, as she would actually come when I called her. All this from a cat who once was too scared to even walk up to you.
Unfortunately, despite being domesticated, Basil was still very much an outdoor cat who didn't like staying inside. And very sadly one day apparently she was out by the road of our house and was hit by a car. I don't know if I ever cried as hard as when I found out. But even though it was a short life for Basil, she was still an incredible pet who I'll never forget.
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