Farewell, My Dear Little Friend

[paulmock]

Originally Posted by Saundra Hummer

Isn't it wonderful to have fun filled fond memories?

Saundra,

It is...but what you have to go thru to get to that state is pure hell. As I earlier stated, my Maggio was 14 when he left us in July. I have a 7 year old tom named Bingo that I rescued a few years back and he missed having Maggio around so I adopted 3 year old Jake. It's great to have them finally playing around and happy together.

But I still miss the hell out of my Maggio. He was so sweet and just the most constant companion I ever had.

[Saundra Hummer]

Originally Posted by paulmock

Saundra,

It is...but what you have to go thru to get to that state is pure hell. As I earlier stated, my Maggio was 14 when he left us in July. I have a 7 year old tom named Bingo that I rescued a few years back and he missed having Maggio around so I adopted 3 year old Jake. It's great to have them finally playing around and happy together.

But I still miss the hell out of my Maggio. He was so sweet and just the most constant companion I ever had.

I know what it is that you're feeling about your Maggio. I know just how all of you feel as I've had some amazing buddies which have all left.

I loved them all, but have some especially fond memories of one of my friends. I loved to walk with him down by the waters edge on moonlit nights. The sea spray on his coat would look like millions of tiny stars. Diamond like on his magnificiant coat as the salt spray sparkled and had the fire and life they have.

I can't begin to describe how beautiful he was, and how very smart. He was noble, & could be regal, and oftentimes, he was pretty funny as well.

He loved baby animals and it was so odd to see a 140 pound big guy sitting and baby-sitting lost baby chicks, holding them in his mouth, their little heads sticking out the side of his jaws, doing this, or laying with them between his front legs and paws until the hen came back around to claim them. One time he had three in his mouth. At first I thought he was going to eat them, however I quickly realized he was into his protective mode. He did things like this all the time, protecting all kinds, all sizes and, types of animals. He was a great and unusual fellow.

When we lived in Hermosa Beach, I used to go down the hill at dawn, doing this quite often, (besides other times of day and night as well), and one day, I was going down the Strand with him and a fellow came out of his house and called out to me, telling me he was moving and he had been waiting to see me, as he wanted me to know how much he had enjoyed seeing the two of us together those mornings when we were just about the only ones there, also telling me it was one of the most beautiful times for him, telling me how much he enjoyed watching us playing and walking along. He let me know how much he would miss seeing us. He said he just wanted me to know, that it was truly important for him do do that. Brings tears remembering him and that day, as, those times were so special.