Lydia (deceased)

I can’t believe I forgot about her. Probably because she lived at Marv’s house (ex-boyfriend) but I still considered her mine. I found her under a pile of wood at his house. She was so young, she hardly had her eyes open yet. So I had to bottle feed her. As she grew up, I swear she thought I was her mom. She would nestle in and chew on my hair. She was a Maine Coon and very sweet except when someone came over, then she would act like a dog by snarling and growling at them. Or if she was on a chair and they walked by, she would latch out at them. She never did it to me though. Then when she was about 4 years old, she developed a lump on her back. The vet “claimed” it was caused from a bad strain of the feline leukemia vaccine. I could not afford to have her operated on and there was only a slim chance she would make it anyways. So I made her as comfortable as possible. She passed away November 1999, about 5 days after my dog Jazmine died.

Tippy (deceased)

Tippy was a dog we got from Lourene. One day, he and Nayt went across the street to see Mary. Mary didn’t want him there so she chased him back home. At the same time a car was going by and hit him. Nayt saw the whole thing. Nayt, do you remember how old you were? I guess Tippy still ran home but by the time Nayt got to him, he was taking his final breath and wagged his tail a couple times as if to say good-bye.

Cocoa (deceased)

A small dog I got from Terry. Part terrier. Nice dog. One day Mickie was visiting and Cocoa got out. When she left, she came back to let me know Cocoa got hit by the school bus down at the corner. I felt so bad. Took a long time before I told Terry.

 

Rocky the Raccoon(deceased)

A baby raccoon I found abandoned by it’s mother in 1986. Tamed and raised him. He loved to pick on my cats and climb my curtains. He also spent time outside in a pen I fixed up for him. Raccoons love to wash stones so he had his own personal wash basin with rocks and stones. One day he left. I figured it was time for him to find a mate.

cockatiels (deceased)

Kirsten was given two cockatiels when she was around 8 or 9 years old. Of course, when she moved out at 18, I inherited them. Never did name them. They lived a long time – about 10-12 years. One was naked (featherless) except for it’s wings. Never did know the sex of either. One day I found an egg in the bottom of the cage. Had no idea which one laid it. Neither one tried nesting on it but about a week later I found the naked one dead. Then about 2 years later, the other one died.