My old dog, Lucy, was a sweetheart. a lazy but loving pet. She was a golden/chesapeake retriever mix that got as big as a barrel. I remember coming back from a trip to Guatemala and seeing with new eyes just how fat she was, after seeing all those skinny animals in Guatemala. I tried to get my parents to put her on a diet, but to no avail and she died of a heart attack soon after. She lived a good life though. She was 12.
My first and last budgies were also special. The first was Teek, short for Teekarap, backwards for parakeet. I was 9 when I named her. She was never super friendly - a pet shop bird - but she had a regal quality and after we started breeding she acted the matriarch. (she was never bred) She died at age 14.
Ljubi, my last parakeet, was hand raised and could talk. His name means 'love' and though he wasn't the most cuddly thing, he was smart and happy. His hand rearing made him act different from the other birds, and they weren't interested in mating with him. It would've been nice to have his progeny, but oh well. He died at age 10.
My parents now have a sweet chocolate lab, and I'm missing having animals! I can't wait to get chickens!