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.