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Welcome back to /comfy/ Anon :)
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Eberryone's known an animal that was different from the rest, special. This thread is a place to remember them, tell their stories, and pay tribute. Dogs, cats, birds, horses, or any others you'll never forget, all are welcome. And while it may get sad to say goodbye sometimes, don't forget to keep things /comfy/.

My sister's dog fell ill, practically overnight, and while she's still processing it, I'm afraid I know what's coming. I've been thinking about the kind of dog he's been. I've never seen a dog more dog-like than him. A German Shepherd, 80 pounds of raw muscle. If you flicked water out of a bucket, he'd do insane flips and twists to try and catch it. He'd bark at all our cars and try to bite the tires and run in circles to try and herd us if we drove where he could get at. If he got frustrated, he'd go find the heaviest log he could get his mouth around and whine while dragging it, or trying to. He loved barking at birds. But he wasn't just a brute, he was a sweet dog, and always knew to be gentle with kids. And eberry single day he wood run, run, run, even after 10 years. He was just always excited. Maybe none of that sounds berry specific or special, and I'm sorry that I can't think of any specific stories about him, but there will never be another dog like him, for any of us. He was endless.
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>>12904 (OP) 
I got teary eyed reading this, I'm so sorry Anon.
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When I was a kid, my family ended up getting a mutt puppy. He was apparently a mix of boxer, Australian Cattle Dog, and I think some kind of bulldog too. He looked the most like a boxer in terms of coloration but not as much in terms of features. He loved people but could also get really rough with them as he got older. It wasn't just jumping all over them. When we were outside with him doing work around the yard, he wood shoot around the yard like a rocket and ram right into people. He also used to come up to me and bite down on my arm really hard, and at I wood hit him out of desperation to get him to stop. He genuinely loved spending time with people though. It was other animals that he was a danger to. He wood attack anything that he came in contact with (although he got on well with the neighbor's cat as a puppy; I've never been a cat person even if I possibly fit the psychological profile of one, but I liked that cat too), and he couldn't be trusted off his leash at all. He ended up mauling two different dogs, and we had to put him down. It was a shame, but with his aggressiveness it unquestionably had to be done. I still feel bad that as I got older I didn't spend enough time with the little dummy. He was an outside dog, and as time went on I didn't want to go out in the cold as often to see him. If I could communicate with him, I'd apologize for that. I also feel bad for the other dogs he hurt and their owners. It might sound like he was a bad dog, and in some ways he was, but to me he was just too much of a numskull for his own good. My dad told me that he cried the day they put him down. Maybe I should have been there with them, but I think I was in school at the time.

Later on, my sister's family ended up getting a chocolate Lab. At first he was just another dog to me. I don't mean that in a bad way, since I love dogs (other than certain breeds I steer clear of for safety reasons). It's just that he didn't seem berry distinctive. As he grew up, he ended up developing a really clingy personality that wood lead to my sister getting annoyed with him. Over time he ended up noticing that I wood always be willing to give him attention, and when I sat down on the couch he wood invariably make his way over to me. At first he might just try to get my attention, but at some point he wood end up putting his paws on me and then make his way onto my lap. He was a bretty chubby dog too. People wood crack jokes about the kind of relationship we had. Whenever I wood sit down at my sister's house, the fat dog wood jump right on me. Besides his needy behavior, he also had a habit of wandering away from home. You could try to call him or chase after the tubby little goofball, but he'd just keep going. I think they had to pick him up from the humane society two or three times. The last time I saw him, I was just stopping by to drop something off. I saw him but didn't pet him because I didn't want to get my hands dirty. I regret that now. He was living on a rural property at that time but ended up wandering out to the road and ended up getting hit by a car. I wish I could've given him a proper goodbye.
>>12908
Sometimes I feel like we don't deserve them.
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I am reminded of this little comic.
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This is a hard thread for me, but I will be back with some stories some other time.
>>12915
Thank you for the stories.
>I didn't want to get my hands dirty. I regret that now.
I feel that. I've grown increasingly germophobic the past few years and haven't been petting as much as I should. Thankfully there's still time to make it up to our old girl
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>>12924
Lovely comic, anon.
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my cat listens to me sing. he comes from wherever he is and watches me. he must enjoy the patterns/harmonies, he seems pleased and paws at me. it is berry nice.
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Sounds cute, like it would make a good cat video.
My mother got rid of our cat behind my back thinking it wood be no big deal. I think he was my soul cat.
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>>13125
It's hard to guage that on the parent side. We just lost the family dog and it didn't seem to bother our kid too much. I guess pets affect different people differently.
When I was in my mid-teens, my brother and got to go work at some festival grounds for a few days in the summer to earn a ticket to a festival that they were hosting in the early autumn. We slept outside, on the stage of the festival grounds. It was really beautiful -- the stage had a roof, but no back and no front. Completely open air. It was an amazing way to end the day, under the stars.

This tabby cat wood come up to me and my brother and demand to be petted. She wood not stop meowing and swatting until someone made physical contact with her. One of the other workers there called her a slut for cuddles. It was really nice. 

I ended up in foster care and the foster home I lived in the longest, prior to high school graduation, was a rural home. The wife was a homemaker, and the husband was a carpenter and hunter. He had a dog named Jake, which I thought was funny because of Adventure Time. My fosterdad had no idea what Adventure Time was. Jake was a job dog and a hunting dog. My fosterdad wood take him to eberry construction job he went to and Jake knew exactly how to navigate a jobsite to stay out of the way of the workers, and even to not step in freshly poured concrete. Jake had a preternatural, humanlike understanding of the physical world and how to navigate it. He was less in-the-way than I was, whenever I worked with my fosterdad. 

Jake was also a duck hunting dog. When we wood shoot clays in the backyard, he wood yelp and cry and whimper from the dogpen because he wanted more than nothing than to go catch one of the clays. My fosterdad wood take him out on the duckboat, and when he shot a duck, it was Jake's job to leap from the boat into the freezing cold water, and paddle till he could go fetch the downed duck, bringing it back to the boat, it's neck in his jaws. 

Jake was an amazing dog and lived a long, habby life. He's buried out on the property. I visited recently, and me and my girlfriend went out to place a piece of ham by his grave. 


>>13022
>I feel that. I've grown increasingly germophobic the past few years and haven't been petting as much as I should. Thankfully there's still time to make it up to our old girl

Do it, its güd for you.
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>>13506
>my girlfriend went out to place a piece of ham by his grave. 
We wood all be lucky to receive ham at our graves. Thanks for sharing.
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>>13506
Charming story about old Jake, Anon. Thanks.
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