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    About 25 years ago a friend drowned so I took over his dog, Sue. She was aging and had a phantom pregnancy. At that time a cat had a litter and abandoned them so sue lactated and raised them.

    Tara was a mature German Shep that my step sister could not take when she moved. Tara picked a kitten out of a litter and carted it around. I kept returning it till I saw the mother in between her paws, feeding the kitten then carting it back. Tara picked a kitten over the years from 4 litters. (at that time there were big mice plagues, every kitten found a home) the night she died, old age, no pain, she had me and those 4 now desexed cats snuggled with her. That was about 25 years ago.

    Blacky, found as a quivering puppy wreck on a friend's doorstep. He was a dog you could cuddle and talk to. You could never have a broom in his presence or he would freak. I guess I know what he was abused with. He was a border collie cross. Died about 18 yrs of age.


    Shadow, oh my shadow. Born in a disused car body on my father in law's farm 15 years ago on my son's birthday. Beloved pet/working dog by his choice till 14 yrs and passed last Dec.

    So many stories, such devotion, so missing him and the others.

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    Dunno what to say, but thank you.
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    Thanks, you should see what is happening now, in my blue heeler thread in health and nutrition.

    I think my favourite memory of Shads was a new years day, My cats had relocated a while ago to the hay shed with the introduction of a new dog, spot, here.

    I guess I didn't mention Spot till now as he wasn't with me long. Unfortunately he slipped in mud while out chasing cattle and was unavoidably run over.

    Shads came up from the shed with Patchy in his mouth. He had a piece of Hay sticking out of his eye. The cat died a few seconds later in my arms. I thought shads had killed her, pulled the hay out of his eye. I examined the cat, no wounds, no breakages but snake puncture marks. He had found her dying and brought her home.

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