I hope I didn't offend @sgbonus, it really never gets any easier.
For many years I lived with my mother (I'm the youngest of 10 children)
We had "Yard Dogs" and 'House Cats', though in truth for the most part they came in and out as they wished.
I was always partial to the cats. After one of the last ones died, one that both of us were very close to, it hit mama hard! She swore she'd never have another pet, because it hurt so much when they died.
I knew better, and after an appropriate period of time, from somewhere (I really don't remember now) I got Smokey
Mama insisted on having him neutered, so he'd stay around and not fight or roam.
He was a splendid, calm and loving person, very tolerant of most foolishness that
We humans put him through.
Then another friend had a full blood Maltese Dog, who was high energy. She worked, and while she was away he tore stuff up, so she decided to give him away, and we got SLASH!
(we didn't name him) The dog and cat used to drive us to tears with their antics, chasing each other round and round.
Slash would climb up on Smokeys back and start hunching (of course)
Smokey would just sit there with this vexed look on his face until he'd had enough.
Then he'd twirl over so his back was against the floor and his feet were facing upward... Towards the DOG. The cat held the dog around the neck with his front legs, kicking with his back legs (never hurt the dog, they loved each other. Smokey could have eviscerated the dog very easily if he'd had his claws out)
Ah what times we had, and what joy they brought us.
Far outweighed the sorrow at their loss when it came
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