We had a dog named Lady who died.
She was a very cute cocker spaniel, and the runt of litter. I had to beg my parents for at least a year-seems way longer-before they would get me a puppy. She followed me everywhere and was my best friend, since we just settled down after moving around a lot. Anyway, she was best friends with a cat we adopted later named Tiger. When she died, Tiger went to look for her. He never came back. Then, like a year or two or three later we got two new little kittens. The people that gave them to us said one was a boy and one was a girl. Well, Buster let us check things out to make sure. But the other one wouldn't hold still so we named him Clara. Good thing he is nuetered cuz he fights dogs and stuff in the neighborhood, and think he even killed a possum. Who knows would happen if he had extra testosturone. Anyway, Buster got into a fight, but is not as good as a fighter and lost a tooth.
[This message has been edited by Billy Optimist (edited February 14, 2001).]