I love stories about animal emotions.
Some years ago, there was a local homeless man in my neighborhood who owned a dog. They would always share their meals together, 50%/50%. When the man
had money, he used to go to drink at the same bar all the time. It was a small, local bar and the bar-tender always let him bring the dog inside.
One day, the homeless man collapsed in an alley from a heart attack. His dog ran from the alley all the way to the bar (which was far away) and pulled
on the bar-tender's pants with his mouth. The dog guided the bar-tender to the alley, where he found the homeless man. He was able to call for help
and save his life.
[edit on 5/2/10 by silent thunder]


My mom had two cats. One was about 6 when she got the second one as a kitten. The older cat died about 3
years ago at the ripe old age of 19. She buried him in the woods and the younger cat laid down on his grave for 2 days and nights.
