Today's NaBloPoMo prompt: Tell us about your favorite pet.
I have had a few much-beloved pets in my life, and it seems wrong to pick a favorite. . . almost like picking a favorite child. (For the record, I don't have a favorite between AJ & MJ, truly.) I have written quite a bit here about Sebastian, my golden retriever who died last summer after having a hemangiosarcoma burst in his heart. He was a wonderful pet.
During my childhood, we also had two other dogs that I loved a lot. The first, Angie, was a St. Bernard who came to live with us as an adult dog when I was about 5 and she was about the same age. Angie was very tolerant: my sister and I used to ride on her back like a horse, and when she got tired of this, she would simply sit down, causing you to slide off. She died of a stroke when I was 8 years old.
The next dog I particularly loved was Blackie. She was a stray, a small mixed-breed of 15-20 lbs, that my sister and I convinced our father to let us take in during the time my parents were getting divorced (when I was 9 years old). Blackie was loving and patient. She lived a long life. My father had to have her put to sleep due to a number of worsening chronic ailments when she was around 18-19 years old.
Lest you think I have only ever had dogs, we also had two different cats during my childhood, a goldfish and a tadpole. (I never got to have the guinea pig I agitated for because my grandmother threatened to move back to Ireland if I got one.)