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My dog's name is Jerry.  And my cat is Coal Lump.  My son was about 7 years old when we found Coal Lump out on a chilly, lonely highway in mid-October. A tiny little ball of black fur, small enough to fit in my hand.  What a character he turned out to be - and still is.  I guess he's 15 now.  He gets along well with Jerry but Jerry ignores him completely.  In fact the cat just loves being near the dog - much to Jerry's chagrin.  Every now and then Jerry will nip at him if he, the cat, is resting too close to Jerry's face when they are laying around on the floor.  That doesn't bother Coal Lump at all.  The cat often walks under Jerry rather than go around if it makes for a shorter route. 

Jerry is a house dog despite his size.  He loves being with family.  Especially now that he's old.  Once - when he was younger and we had two more dogs (Thomas and Emma) Jerry and Thomas jumped a 6 foot fence that was built just to keep them at home.  Damn I was angry!  Thomas was a yellow lab and just a dream of a dog but if you put him together with Jerry they were like two teenage boys just itching for trouble.  
One cold day many years ago I put the dogs out for a few minutes in my newly fenced yard and only Emma was there when I called them to come in.  A neighbor said that he saw two of the dogs jump the fence and take off running.  Well that was wintertime and we were having a bit of a cold spell.  For a week or more the temperature never went above 30 degrees below zero.  (Temperature conversion shows that to be negative 34 in Celcius. Is that correct?)  I was so angry at them for leaving I almost didn't care when they didn't come home that night.  They didn't come home the next day or night or the day and night after that.  I was sure they were probably laying dead somewhere - frozen like concrete somewhere in the forest or maybe shot by a farmer. 
There are eight wooden steps leading up to my porch and on the third day I heard the thundering paws of two large dogs on those steps as they arrived home.  I ran and opened the door and the two of them came running in, headed straight to their water bowl and drank, and drank some more.  Then they headed to the family room and conked out for two days straight. 

Then there was the time - oh never mind.  I'll save the porcupine quill story for another day. 


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That dog, who looks just like Jerry when he was younger (I think I got that right) is gorgeous, Ali.

We have a black cat too, named Charlie. I love the black cats, but mostly I always have a black cat (in my collection of as many cats as my husband can handle) because they have a harder time finding homes. Charlie bats and hisses at Storm (our Shepherd) all the time. He chases Storm out of the room, too. Easily to tell who is the boss.

Loved your story. I'd be so upset if my dogs took off. Last week Toby (our Golden) almost did. The back gate shifted because of the cold and we thought it was locked when it was open. He took off across the street, but I have a dog whistle. I blew on it, and he came running right back. Storm stayed, wondering why the gate wasn't shut.

They both got lots of cookies for good behavior.
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Michelle, it seems there are several cat and dog people on this board.  
I agree with you about the black cats.  I did not mention Socks, Coal Lumps brother, because it still hurts. I did find two little black kittens that day on the lonely highway.  And before, and during their time, I inherited another black cat, Salem.  Salem was a cat I rescued on a night when - again - it was 30 degrees below zero.  I gave that kitty to my mother but when Mom died Salem returned to me.  
I've had several more foundling cats that I have loved dearly.  Oscar, Itty, Nick, Tabitha.
 
Dogs too!  I already mentioned Jerry, Thomas and Emma but there were others. Jeffrey, Christmas, and Prince.
When I left home - the family dog found out where I was living and came to live with me - all on his own.  My mother got angry and said that I had no right to take their dog.  So I took him back to her and ... he came back to me.  She tried to keep him but it was no use.  He stayed with me until the day he died.  
I've always had this thing for animals.  I can tell what they are thinking.  I know, I know, it sounds weird but it's not really difficult if you know your pet.  When I was a little kid the family pets became mine.  Perhaps it's because I really cared.  My five siblings and my parents seemed indifferent.

Oh - that is enough about my roommates over the years. 

   

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We had a black cat named Salem too! Lisa named him after the show (she was little) and he was 'her' baby. It was really hard for her when he died.

I've had cats ever since I was in my 20s and living on my own. Always a black one with the bunch. It always hurts so much when you have to say goodbye, and I've known people who say they won't do it anymore.

But I always think that the love one animal---cat or dog or bird or hampster, bunny or turtle or any creature---gave me, can be transferred to another, once his time is done. And, although it's hard letting go, the best homage you can give your pet is getting another to pass the love on.

We always get a tree and bury them under it. We got a lot of trees . . .

My Cleo is 16, and she's having some issues. She has IBS, (irritable bowel syndrome) and is on meds for that, and other meds for her kidneys, and she's on special food (rabbit - which I HATE having to give her, but it's helping. Doesn't help at all when Allan says it's "Thumper" or "bunny" she's eating, but anyway, she eats a bit all day, and only when I sit with her in a quiet room, with no distractions.

What we do, huh?


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Is Jerry a Leonberger? They are gentle giants.

I have my dogs cremated and keep the ashes in modest receptacles. I cannot go to the cremation though. That would be too much.

Bono will be 12 this year, and I hope he will stay OK for another 3 to 4 years. But after his departure, I will not be able to keep another dog. So, I will then get an indoor cat. His/her name will be Sjareltje (Charlie). It is easier to leave them on their own. After my retirement I will see if it is possible to have a dog again. Romeo.

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