Our first cat, Blackie, was run over by a car when I was 7. This was hard for me to take being so young, and my first experience of death. He wasn't so old when it died as well. Our second cat, Blackie 2, lived to be 8. The last I saw of him was when he came back home one time after being away for several months. We gave him some food and milk, but he was scared of us for some reason, even though he had lived with us for 9 years, we never saw him again, but I think that he has probably died by now, this was some 5 years ago.
Our first dog, Kip, ran away one day and we never saw him again, until one summers day, when we were out walking and he came out of no-where and came up to us. We took him home, but he escaped again, and we haven't seen him since. By the second time he ran away he must have been at least 7 years old. Kip and Blackie 2 got on really well, looking after each other, and sleeping near to one another, I think that Kip missed Blackie 2, and went to look for him.
Our second dog, Rex, had to be put down recently, well about a year ago. This was due to him becoming more agressive towards me, my mum and sister. We later found out that he had arthiritis in his back legs, and put his agressiveness down to this. When he wasn't agressive, he was a really good dog. I miss him
How ya doing, buddy?
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