Hard to call favorites. However, from my youth these two still tug my heartstrings thinking about:
I grew up with a Pomeranian named Einstein. He thought he was a person it seemed. Lived to be 18. We were his pack and he was feircely loyal. Didn't mind worth squat, but was the sweetest and friendliest dog I ever knew.
We "had" a crow named Kogee. He had been brought to us with a broken wing. He had a distinctive notch on his beak that looked like on old injury. We mended the wing and let him go, but he stayed near the house. When we sat on the porch, he would fly down and sit with us. He flew off one day, and just when we thought he was gone, he shows up with a murder of about 15 other crows. For the next 4 years we had that murder living in our backyard. I miss that little family.
