List of animals I've lived with
This is a list of all the animals I have lived with in my life. Over the years, we had dozens of fish, but they weren't important enough to me to remember.
|Buckwheat||Female||Siberian?||Calico||198? - 1987||My aunt Diane's cat. She was aloof but pleasant. My mother and aunt lived together in Pontiac until 1987, we moved to Clarkston, she moved to Mayville. She took Buckwheat with her in the move.|
|Archibald||Male||Unknown||Black and white||198? - 1987||A stray cat we took in in Pontiac. He lived in our house with our other cats. We didn't take him with us when we moved, and I have no memory if my aunt took him or not.|
|Stray Cat||Male||Unknown||Solid gray||198? - 1987||Another stray cat we took in in Pontiac. He wasn't very friendly. Like Archibald, I don't know what happened to him after we moved.|
|Little Bit||Female||American Shorthair||Tabby (gray and black)||198? - 1988||My father gave her as a kitten to my brother. We never got her fixed, so she had kittens at a young age. I got to see them right after they were born, but, tragically, they all died. Shortly after we moved to Clarkston (around 1988, but I'm not sure), I found Little Bit dead along the side of our garage. There were no obvious signs of trauma, and we never discover what killed her.|
|Dabby||Male||Beagle||Tri-colored||199?-1991||My siblings and I had often expressed interest in a dog, and my parents eventually got us Dabby. Dabby was an adult when we got him, and he was so incorrigible his previous owner (a hunter) didn't want him. When he was off his leash, he refused to come when called, and ran away after anything that looked interesting, so we had to keep him on a chain at all times. My mother didn't want him in our house, so he remained in the backyard at all times except when we walked him, which was rare. He was terrified of the lawn mower. When I was in sixth grade, he was off his chain for some reason and ran away and we never saw him again.|
|Beau||Male||Shepherd||Black and white||199? - 199?||A large long haired shepherd of some sort. He was a stray around my grandparent's house. After we were certain we'd never see Dabby again, my mother suggested we adopt him. He was a pretty even-tempered dog, and we picked him up at my grandparent's house in Clarkston and kept him for awhile at our place. Weeks later, while visiting my grandmother, I confused my mother's request to "take him out" with "release him," and he never came back. We didn't have Beau for very long, so I never really bonded with him.|
|Max||Male||Retriever Mutt||Gray and black||199? - 199?||We got him as a puppy of a few months old from a family that was giving away a litter. He was a sweet rascal who had a lot of energy and loved to run around and eat bugs. One day he ran away, and we couldn't find him. A few days later, I found him in my parent's backyard, dead. Like Little Bit, there were no external signs of trauma, and we don't know what killed him.|
|Pup E. Dog||Male||Golden Retriever||Golden||199? - 199?||We adopted him from the Humane Society because he seemed quieter than the other barkers. However, shortly after getting him home we discovered he was quiet because he was sick. He survived his kennel cough and turned out to be a pretty noisy barker after all. Because my mother didn't want him in the house, he was kept outside on a run all the time, even through the winter. After the initial joy of having a new dog wore off, my siblings and I didn't go out very often to see him, or even walk him that much, and, in retrospect, I'm horribly ashamed at how badly we treated him. When we did take him for walks, he had a lot of energy, and I could even tie him to my bike and he would pull me for hundreds of yards. He had a very thick coat, and brushing him was a full-time job. His hair came out in clumps when he shed his winter coat. He was difficult to train, and we were only ever able to get him to shake and sit. Despite being a retriever, he never wanted to bring thrown balls back! We had Pup E. Dog for a couple years, but he would occasionally get off his chain and run away and wouldn't come when called (although, I don't blame him for not returning to people who locked him outside all the time). One time he ran away and made it all the way to Waterford (about 5 miles away) before being found! Sadly, the last time he ran away, he had backed out of his collar, and, with no identification, we never saw him again.|
|Lucy||Female||American Bully Mix||Rust and white||2014 -||My wife Emily and I adopted Lucy from a rescue group as a present for Emily's 31st birthday. Lucy is a mutt, but predominately looks like an American pit bull terrier, though she is smaller than the breed standard. Lucy is very energetic and gets plenty of walks and toys to play with. She is an inside dog and sleeps in bed with us. She loves to sniff and lick our daughters and is protective of them as though they were her own puppies. She's been easy to train and can sit, shake, lay down, roll over, wait, high-five, and stand on command. She's still terrible to control around other dogs because she wants so badly to play with them that she gets over-excited. She's extremely friendly around people, but she lives up to her bully breed by trying to be the most dominant around other dogs.|
As a child, I liked to think that our pets who ran away found a good life somewhere else and were living happily with a caring family. Although, so much time has since passed they are all dead now, and that's quite sad to consider.