What's the most remarkable thing you've ever done for your pet or your pet has done for you ?

We run in the mountains together. The happiness is equally shared.

During a week-long 100+ F heatwave, I slept in my apartment building’s basement with my cat for two days because she was panting in our 3rd floor apartment. For those who have never been cat owners, cats do not pant.

On the third day, I drove 50 miles to buy one of the few remaining air conditioners for sale in the area. My very first air conditioner. I mean my cat’s first air conditioner.

You do not want to know…

My little dog has a crippled foot from being crushed when he was a baby. Every few months for all of his life since then, tiny pieces of bone chip have surfaced and made open sores for a few days at a time as the yuck is pushed out. My little guy is in pain all time, I’m sure of it but he still bounds around like a puppy, is full of love for everyone and even other people’s pets be they dog, cat, rabbit, whatever. He’s taught me to push through pain and discomfort in order to enjoy what’s good in the moment.

My dog would cheer me up just by putting her head on my lap when I was feeling blue, but I never gave her the chance to save me by falling down a well or anything.

@Neizvestnaya you shouldn’t have told me that…now I feel sad but may God give him a long and happy life !

@jaytkay trust me all pets are spoiled

I’ve never done any one remarkable thing for my cat, but over the years she’s been very pampered and loved. She was very shy at first and I managed to break through her barriers and she absolutely adores me now.

She does me favors every day just by being her sweet self. I wake up with her cuddled up at my feet every morning. And I swear she somehow knew when I was sick, because she would cuddle up against my stomach and purr.

We clean each other.

I have two cats, one old ( 14 yrs) one relatively young (5 yrs) my older cat doesn’t go out much these days (except on unusually hot sunny days which are few & far between in our neck of the woods) preferring to spend the majority of her time lazing around the house in her various favourite hot spots…. What I have done, remarkable or not is to strategically place the softest fluffiest cushions I could find in her favourite locations around the house.. Just so she’s as comfortable as possible…. :-/ And so as not to leave the youngster out , she who is the guardian of my deck area… I built her a kennel to escape the north winds that blow so hard through my garden, even on those fine sunny days……

I paid 4k to save my cats life after it got run over, and it craped in every corner of the house for the next 8 years.

One of my dogs, Tommy a German Shorthaired Pointer who sadly passed away in 2010, was extremely fearful of fireworks. One New Year’s Eve the noise of the fireworks was dricing him crazy, he was totally restless and I could hear him crying not howling but crying in a sad way, he was kicking the door as he was outside. It was right at midnight and everyone was upstairs celebrating and partying, I went down stairs and saw him sulking and shaking. I put my arms around him to calm him down and he immediately stopped the shaking. We both sat there for the longest time until he was better. It was a beaituful moment and one of my best New Year’s Eves of all times.

What my dogs have done for me is give me joy dain and day out. One of my German Shepherds is always with me and I can say without a shadow of a doubt that since I have him, I have never ever felt lonely. We have a very strong bond and we have this silent communication that is hard to explain. I’d go to inimaginable lengths for them if I needed to.

In 1984, our cat woke us up (biting and clawing to ensure we woke up) when the house was on fire. He saved the lives of two people. I have gone into the water after a number of dogs who don’t get that vertical is incompatible with life . . .

I lost my readers cuttin brush in my yard and a week later my dog Sadie brought them to me! She is smart!

I’ve lived with cats for most of the past 50 years and have a pretty good idea of what’s usual behavior for them. One orange cat stands out as special. He was just a stray who showed up one day and moved in, but he was loving, smart, and intuitive.

I saw him perform a rescue when our younger cat (whom he had adopted and brought home to us from somewhere) got stuck in a neighbor’s tree where we couldn’t reach him. He cried and cried. This guy understood that the stuck kitty had to go up to get down: the only route was to climb to the large branch just above where he was hunkered and exit from there. So orange cat went up the tree to the large branch and called the youngster up to him and led him down.

The orange cat was also very close to my older boy from birth. When he was a toddler, that child was fast. I was pregnant when he was 2 and couldn’t keep up. One day he took off at a run straight down the driveway, heading into the path of neighborhood traffic. Orange cat launched himself at a gallop, veered straight across the boy’s path, and scrabbled up the trunk of the tree next to the curb at the end of the driveway at such an all-lights-flashing emergency speed that he completely distracted my son, who stopped in his tracks to watch the cat maneuver—giving me time to catch up and collar him before he ran into the street. I have always been certain that the cat move was deliberate. My hero.

We nursed that orange cat through three years of diminishing health and wouldn’t let him go until we were certain he was ready, no matter how troublesome and messy it got for us. He was a grade-A-number-one cat, and we cared for him loyally for as long as he was able to enjoy his life.

I have cared for and nurtured many of my animals through various conditions, but, my beloved ‘Babby Goose’ stands out in my mind the most perhaps.

She was a beautiful White Embden goose that I raised from a week old gosling and she lived for 11 years until I had to euthanize her due to a crippling foot condition brought on by a stumble and a broken middle toe.

She was my 13 yr. old chinese ganders ( Marwyn’s ) first wife.

Babby was put to sleep in July of 2008 and her grave resides under a gorgeous Oak tree down the hill below my deck and above my far pasture.

She is joined with Gadwicke and Marley, my most recent kitty losses.

Babby was the sweetest thing ever!

For years she climbed the steps to the porch and layed her one huge gleaming white egg on the throw rug at the front door. She liked the porch for egg laying more than her custom goose barn. haha

When she became lame from her broken toe, that had a bone spur causing her much pain, I spent tons of money on an exotic specialist and drove her in a wicker laundry basket in the front seat of my car to the vets mobile unit about 40 minutes from my rural home.

Her problem was inoperable and we tried all sorts of treatments and she was on Rimadyl for months. I would carry her from the sun to the shade, to her swimming pool, back to her barn. She could only walk a few steps at a time but she still had a good quality of life with me toting her around for months.

The condition was aggrivated as she was a 26 lb. girl, and often, these birds that are bred for meat, down and pate, end up with crippling leg issues as their legs cannot support their body weight.

She had tripped going into the barn and broken her toe as she became an older granny goose and this led to her demise.

My fondest memories of Babby were she and Marwyn following me down into the shady pasture with Gadwicke, my old kitty, who passed away a year ago May.
I would spread out a blanket and settle down on my belly to read with Babby tugging and arranging the blanket and lying down right next to me to tug on my clothes and bracelets, her favorite thing, playing with my jewelry, lol.

‘Kit’ the old quarter horse mare would stand right over me, she was the shade umbrella, while Marwyn patrolled, being the macho goose that he is, Gadwicke and Babby lying on the blanket with the horse shading us all and giving me nudges for her share of the attention.

We were quite the ‘parade’ on those excursions, and Babby will be in my heart forever.

She also was treated for and survived a Bobcat attack that left her with a slight spinal cord injury prior to her broken toe.
I nursed her back to health from that near fateful experience, she was too fat for the cat to hoist her over the fence, haha tube feeding her for days until she was able to regain her gait and balance.

No doubt she is the only goose that survived having her neck wrung by a Bobcat and also, the best kept goose in America! Next to his majesty, Marwyn and his new wife of 3 years, Sonora. lol

You wanted to know…here’s the micro-novel from my neck o’ the woods! :-D

We get lost sometimes out in the bush and my dog somehow always finds the trail which is often really vague out there. She figures it out somehow. With a sometimes short window of time I can be tromping out there it’s nice to not be wasting a lot of time being lost like a dumbass. And she gets sardines.

When I was 12 and my brother was 7, we were playing at the top of our long steep dirt driveway. This huge mangy german shepherd type dog came up the hill and was barking and slarling. My brother and I kind of froze and didn’t know what to do. Suddenly this grey and white streak came CATapulting from the second story deck on our house and landed on the face of the dog. It was our cat Katie, and she sent it yelping back down the hill. She was a truly heroic cat.

@FluffyChicken

Love it! My Gadwicke went after several dogs in his day, including riding a Rottweiler down the driveway! Rodeo cat was tough, no dogs allowed on his turf! :-D

Something amazing happened a few weeks ago! Two very tiny baby raccoons showed up in my grandma’s back yard. They climbed her fence one morning. I was taking my grandma’s dog out and heard a clonk- a baby raccoon’s head popped out of behind the fence. I looked and saw a second raccoon. They were only 8 inches long. I think their mommy got killed or something.
I was so excited! I named one Ricky and the other Rachel. We fed them cat food for a while and they got bigger and fatter. We got pictures. They started to get too big and crossed the road in front of our house. It was not safe for them anymore so my grandpa took them 1 hour away into the back woods and let them go. I am sad we had to let them go but I’m happy we saved them.

@Porifera that’s beautiful !

@sophiesword You bet :) It certainly felt beautiful and loving. If you have eyes to read your pet’s eyes and you can wrap them in your arms, you don’t need language to communicate.

@BabyLingua

Awww…what a good deed you did for those little guys!
I have a raccoon that takes bread from my hand, she shows up every night for a goodie. Last night I discovered she really likes peanut butter! PB sandwiches on the house over here. :-)

@Porifera you took the words right out of my mouth !

This is the Story of Zoe and Juli… Juli was 22, living with one of her best friends and their Kitty “Roxy” but sadly the best friend had a better job oppertunity so she and Roxy would be leaving in a few months. Knowing Juli’s medical history including the fact that she was an artist with Rapid Cycling Bi-Polar Disorder Mandi the Roommate took Juli to the local ASPCA.

There in the “kitty room” Juli went to all the cages, looking for the right girl to take home. Down on the lowest level was a very skiddish looking thing, so underweight and completely shaved from the neck on back due to a flea allergy was this little batwing looking skinny black cat hardly a year old.

Sitting down infront of the cage Juli just waited for a minuet, talking softly to the animal- having had cats for most of her life she was used to the “getting to know you” phase. The cat quickly came up to the front of the cage and headbutted at Juli’s palm she had against the front of the bars. Purring so loudly as if to say “I could use a new friend too!”

Juli and Mandi took her home, buying a new litter box, food dishes “kitteh bling” (collar) and all the fixings- putting Roxy in Mandi’s room and the new kitty in Juli’s. Juli took the next two days to let the new cat get used to how things worked. Suddenly this skinny once sick kitty had a big two bedroom apartment! With STAIRS! to run around on, she had a king sized bed to sleep on and a couch too that kinda sucked but it was covered in pillows and fuzzy blankets.

Because she was a nerd Juli wanted to see what name would work for the kitty. When a Spider climbed down onto the floor near Juli who jumped the kitty pounced on it- killing it quick and looking so proud. “Zoe” was her name.

Zoe and Juli have now been together for 4.5 years, in 3 different homes, she’s had two sisters but now lives as the only cat. Zoe is a happy, healthy weight and hasn’t had a flea since leaving the MSPCA. She still kills spiders, moths and other critters that should not be inside but here’s what she’s done for Juli.

As said, Juli has mental health issues, Zoe who turned out to be a Bombay! Not only a wonderful companion breed but also very smart. She has become sensitive to Juli’s moodswings and when she’s going Manic will climb into her lap and force her to slow down, when she’s heading to a depression she will act extra cute and snuggle and nuzzle at Juli’s ears until she is laughing.

An insomniac, Zoe will tug on Juli’s PJ pants when it’s “bed time” and will headbutt her awake in the mornings- falling asleep each night with Zoe has kept Juli in such amazing stable condition she has been living without a roommate or any other human for two years medication free.
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This is amazing for me, as I was made to be a Zombie on the cocktail they had me on 17 medications. Zoe because of how she looked, all shrunken and shaved they were wondering if anyone was going to adopt her. I am happy, I am healthy, she is furry, she is a wee bit chubby but I saved her from that cage, and she saved me from mine. Zoe is my best friend, my dearest companion and a true pal. Like so many Bombays she will great company (or me) at the door and escort them ( or me) around the apartment. She is trained to not go onto laps if you have something there (even just your cell phone) but she’s always up for a cuddle if you are too.