Awwww; Your Poor Dad; We all have a special bond with our babies; I am still working with our cat Max; but he starting to seek me out instead of Just being here! He plays with Bubba now, (Bubba is blind and Max just realized that.) He tries to Mate with My girl Murphy, but Murphy is tiny and I think sterile; thank Heavens; I want soon to neuter him, so there are no more worries. He is a good cat I am really glad we got him, I love my Maxie! Much love and hugs to fur-babies and their families; From Mama Carole and her five Fur-babies!
________________________________ From: Rylee O'Neill <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Sat, July 31, 2010 12:09:26 PM Subject: Re: [Chihuahuas] Growing old This really brought tears to my eyes. My Dad wore those soft grey sweatshirts- mainly because they hid the hair of his beloved Dalmatian Ramses. That dog was his true love, best friend and child. Those 2 were inseparable. I couldn't understand their relationship until I got Frida. Dalmatians are one owner dogs too. Ramses tolerated anyone else besides my Dad. He would sit at the top of the stairs when my Dad left and wait dedicatedly until he returned. I would joke that Ramses ate better in college than I did. My Dad would buy him his own hamburger when they went for lunch. I ate Ramen Noodles. When he died a little piece of my Dad died. Thanks for sharing this poem. Rylee and Frida
