Quote Originally Posted by Memphis View Post
Our Border Collie 'Toby' was 19 when he died. Great dog. My mum was (still is) a terrible cook. I used to feed him boiled potatoes out the back door when I couldn't stomach them. Never let me down.

I used to walk him every day. That was my job to earn subs for football. Then one day, his back legs just stopped working. Had to carry the poor fucker home.

Doug, the cat is coming up 10. Only half way to Genghis and Sooper I'll give you that. But he did almost die after a fight with a dog which I'm sure knocked years off him.
Damn must have been a bad fight. I grew up with cats. I guess my parents liked them but really it was my father which was strange as he didn’t seem to like anyone, always liked animals though. We had two cats that would beat up dogs. Didn’t matter how big the dog was these cats would not run and when the dog charged them they would time a perfect leap and land on the dogs back with full claw extension. Every time the dog would turn tail yelping and run away. Not my current cats, they are scared shitless of dogs. My neighbors dog torments my cats for fun. It’s not an issue though my neighbor is cool and all it does is chase the cat but he made the mistake of going after a bobcat last year, probably thought it was like my cat and was going to run and be fun for doggy. Well doggy ended up at the vet with stitches. Big dog, looks more like a cow. Took a good 4-5 months till doggy felt good enough to bother my kitties again