Gambit, when he was alive, would “sing” along with the Jeopardy! theme. The music would start, and he would howl like you wouldn’t believe, stopping occasionally to look back at my mom, who would tell him how lovely it sounded. Then he would start again. Up to now, that was the most original thing a pet I’d had ever did. Until Harley.
I know people have talked about pets watching TV, but I’d never actually seen it. But here she is. I cast my computer monitor to the TV, and she will watch me if I’m playing ESO or something with a lot of movement. Or she’ll just sit next to hubby and me when we’re watching a show. That’s an adventure in and of itself, because our couch isn’t very big.
This is what happened the other day when we were watching a YouTube video of funny Great Danes. Mr. Bill was unimpressed.
We lost Sugar a few months ago. She had incurable cancer, and treating her, even just keeping her comfortable, was going to cost thousands of dollars, so we had to let her go. But she had lived a good, long life, most of which was with us. She was fifteen years old, and we had adopted her from friends when she was two.
I held her till the end, and then I cried my eyes out. But I’m a big believer in the Rainbow Bridge, and I know she’ll be waiting there for me.
Sugar is 15 years old now, but I wouldn’t call her an old lady dog. She still chases the younger dogs around the back yard at high speed and jumps a foot or so in the air when it’s time to eat. She’s a good girl.
Mr. Bill is a frequent visitor to Schardein’s House O’ Madness. He never lasts long, but for a few weeks, the house is filled with the cries of, “OH, NOOOOOO!” At least until the sound box breaks. This Mr. Bill lasted about five weeks. Doesn’t Bob look proud?