Since this thread has gone down the rodent eater - Cat Road...
I accidentally killed my wife's moderately affectionate cat many years ago. The cat's name was Tia. She's buried in the yard now. Anyway, she, Tia the cat, was a Siamese. A Beautiful cat. Gray was her main color. She hated everyone on odd days and loved everyone on even days. You could never tell when a good day was to pet her or run from her. She'd bite me on some days and other days, she'd fall asleep on my chest as I watched TV. She died at 27 years of age. 27!!!! Almost completely blind and hobbled around at the time.
But in her younger days she was awesome. A real rodent killer she was. We NEVER had mice or rats. I saw Tia catch a sparrow on the fly about 5 feet in the air one time. It was epic.
Anyway.
I was moving my wife's car one morning to get my truck out of the driveway. Unknown to me at the time, Tia was laying on top the tire of my wife's car. Or at least that's how figure it happened.
I moved "mom's" car and there was Tia, dead next to the tire. I mean, she was old old old. Probably couldn't get out of the way fast enough. Or, she just died the night before and I moved the car and there she was.
Yeah, I shed a tear.
Especially since I don't have a backhoe and it was digging by hand shovel. (Kidding around there. I did love Tia).
But when I lose a dog... It's different. It's like losing a best friend or brother.
Tia was a weapon against mice and all rodents. Sometimes loving, sometimes not.
My dogs are my best friends. Loving and obedient all the time.
Not a cat vs dog thing. Just my experience.
I accidentally killed my wife's moderately affectionate cat many years ago. The cat's name was Tia. She's buried in the yard now. Anyway, she, Tia the cat, was a Siamese. A Beautiful cat. Gray was her main color. She hated everyone on odd days and loved everyone on even days. You could never tell when a good day was to pet her or run from her. She'd bite me on some days and other days, she'd fall asleep on my chest as I watched TV. She died at 27 years of age. 27!!!! Almost completely blind and hobbled around at the time.
But in her younger days she was awesome. A real rodent killer she was. We NEVER had mice or rats. I saw Tia catch a sparrow on the fly about 5 feet in the air one time. It was epic.
Anyway.
I was moving my wife's car one morning to get my truck out of the driveway. Unknown to me at the time, Tia was laying on top the tire of my wife's car. Or at least that's how figure it happened.
I moved "mom's" car and there was Tia, dead next to the tire. I mean, she was old old old. Probably couldn't get out of the way fast enough. Or, she just died the night before and I moved the car and there she was.
Yeah, I shed a tear.
Especially since I don't have a backhoe and it was digging by hand shovel. (Kidding around there. I did love Tia).
But when I lose a dog... It's different. It's like losing a best friend or brother.
Tia was a weapon against mice and all rodents. Sometimes loving, sometimes not.
My dogs are my best friends. Loving and obedient all the time.
Not a cat vs dog thing. Just my experience.
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