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Rocky's Corner
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True stories of Rocky and his friends.
Cat tales and Dog tales. Funny stories and more
about the pets we love and how they have changed our lives.
If you have a story to tell about your pet, send
it to us via our feedback form and we will put it in Rocky's Corner. |
| Beautiful story of how a pet can
change a life.
We received
this beautiful story from Mike Gabriel about his pet cat Lassie. Mike lost
Lassie the first week in September. She was 16 1/2 years old. Lassie is
pictured at the right sitting on Mikes hand.
Mike Wrote:
The proof that Lassie was " One in a million is
this "... How many people can really say that their cat
dramatically changed their life? I realize that all pets do that to some
extent ,... but the ability she had to balance in my hand while wearing a
turban....and the photo of her on the Cat Yoga card changed my life. I did
TV shows, over 100 radio interviews, magazine articles and heard from
celebrities. The week before she died, I met Betty White, who is an animal
activist and an actress and she asked for a picture of Lassie.
Lassie was cremated and Mike had a custom bronze urn made that has her
name on it. |
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| There is no snooze button on a
cat that wants breakfast. About 2:00 am one morning, I
heard Rocky milling around. He jumped up on the bed and walked across my
legs. I was intent on ignoring him and going back to sleep. He jumped off
the bed and started scratching at the sheets at the side of the bed. I was
lying on my side with my back to the side of the bed and since it was
summer, had a sheet over my body. What I did not know was, Rocky was up
under the sheet at the side of the bed. He reached with his paw and found my
exposed butt. He touched my butt with one claw. Well, that definitely got my
attention. I jumped half way out of bed and got a glimpse of Rocky making
his exit from the bed room. He got breakfast.
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| Room for only one.
Tuesday morning around 4:00 am, Rocky walked across the top of the bed and
sat down on the night stand at the side of my bed. He reached over and
touched my nose with his paw. He either touches my nose, my mustache or my
head when he wants me to get up and get him breakfast. I got up and went
into the kitchen and put some food into his dish. I looked around and saw
Sassy, but no Rocky. There is another dish in the laundry room so I thought
he might be in there waiting for me. I went into the laundry room and put
food in the dish, but still no Rocky. Not like him to miss a meal. I went
back into the bed room and there he was, laying all sprawled out on my side
of the bed. I guess he decided that there wasn't room for the both of us. |
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