This page is dedicated to those special creatures that have been a special part of my life. Unfortunately, these animals that are listed here on this web page are no longer alive. So, I put this page together as my dedication to them. Each and every one of them were absolutely wonderful creatures in their own special way. They each had their own special personality and were all a very important part of my life.

This page was originally put together to honor the first three animals on this page. Yet, I decided that the other animals I added to this page all deserved equal recognition as they were all just as special in my life as the first three were. All of these animals on this page were not just animals. They were more than just pets. They were an important part of the family. They brought much love and happiness into my life. And for that, I will forever remember them and honor their lives. I hope you all have special creatures like these in your life and I hope you treasure them just as much as I treasured each and every one of these wonderful creatures I have listed here on this section of my website.

My Animal Family is my way of forever remembering those precious creatures in my life that have since passed away.

 

~¤ Mork ¤~

The gorgeous Mork
Mork was the most adorable cat I have ever met in my life. Granted that many cats are adorable and yet, Mork was adorable in every way you could possibly think of. He had the most gentle and loving temperament you could possibly find in any cat. He would come sit with you on your lap and once he got settled in and stopped clawing the crap out of you trying to get comfy like many cats will do, he would stay there for hours on end.
 
Often, you would almost feel guilty for getting up and disturbing him. He would come up to you while you're sitting on the lounge and he would rub his head all round your neck as if to show great affection. Often, I would watch him laying out in the sun as calm and peaceful as could be. He was truly at one with the world and you could tell in the way he walked and held himself that he was in tune with nature all all the riches it holds for us all.
 
Unfortunately, around January 2001, he steadily grew weaker and weaker and wouldnt eat food. He would only drink milk and even then, it was a few little sips when ever he felt he could. It was becoming clear that his health was deteriorating rapidly. He was taken to the vet and it was decided, due to what the vet said, that he should be put to rest as there was no way he could be revitalized. I miss him dearly. As I sit here and write this, I feel a tear in my eye as I remember all those times I spent with him. I will NEVER forget you Mork. May you be in peace always and I hope to meet with you again when its my turn to rest.
 

~¤ Con ¤~

Me little mate Con
Con is a great little fella. He was always full of life and energy. He would run around the inside the house so fast sometimes that he would literally have to slide out to try and make a corner. Being as alot of the old house had lino floors, it was kind of hard for him to get a grip in places as he was running..LOL. Sometimes, we'd make him run through the house just to see him sliding out. It was so funny to watch. He is also a coffee addict too. He would beg me, literally cry out to me to leave him some coffee. And he only liked it the way I had my coffee. Two sugars and milk..LOL.
 
He was so protective and dedicated too. All we would have to do is jump up and say "WHO'S THAT CON?" and he would go running out the front porch barking his head off at who ever it was. Even if there wasnt anyone there, he'd still be out there barking away as if to say "RIGHT! WHERE ARE YA? I KNOW YA OUT THERE SOMEWHERE! BE WARNED! STAY AWAY!" Sometimes we'd even pretend to slap one another and he would jump up very angry and bark feircly at who ever it was that was pretending to slap the other person. A rat on steroids we would sometimes call him..LOL.
 
I remember one day we had gone down to the supermarket to get some groceries. Here we were, walking back with hands full of shopping bags of groceries, when we noticed the front door was open to the house. The house was only two houses away from the intersection of a main highway that went through town. Suddenly, we noticed Con, standing in the middle of the highway looking for a way to get away from all these cars that were driving around him from both directions. Scared the living crap out of both of us. I rushed over, stopped the traffic and picked him up before he got run over. Obviously, we didnt close the door as well as we thought we had and he was out looking for us.
 
Con is extremely old now, he's slowed down a hell of alot and to be quite honest, he has out lived the life expectancy of Chihuahuas. We were expecting that he would have passed away 3 or 4 years ago. I dont think the poor guy has much life left in him, yet I hope to go up to the little country town where he is and see him atleast one more time before he passes away. I know it will be a very sad day for me and my friend when he is gone. I love you my little mate.

 

UPDATE: Sadly, in February 2002, Con had to be put to rest. He became so weak this day that he could hardly get up. It took all his strength to stand on his own and his behaviour was that of the defeated. He had given up all hope and will to live. I really cant blame the poor little guy for giving up. As i mentioned before, he way out lived the life expectancy of a Chihuahua. This guy lived his life to the fullest and now he was content to rest. I will always remember you Conquistador! See you there mate!

~¤ Angus ¤~

Anybody got a light?  
Hey man, get ya own smoke
 
Im just gonna hang round a bit

I got Angus from the local pet store quite some time back after checking with the owner if it was ok for me to have a small bird where i was living. He is what's commonly called a Love Bird. However, due to the particular colors you see on him, his variety or love bird is called a Peach Face Parrot. I loved the little guy the moment I saw him in the pet shop and knew straight away that I had to have him. So, I bought him and a cage and some seed and took him home with me.
 
I didnt know what to call him at first. I sat there looking at him in his cage and he was going back and forth along his perch in his cage bopping his head up and down rather fast. Being a guitar player and the fact that my most favourite band in the world would have to be AC/DC, I thought "Well, Angus Young bops his head up and down alot on stage when he's playing his guitar" so I decided I would call him Angus. The name stuck rather quickly too. It seemed to really suit him well, and not just because he was a little head banger.
 
Eventually, it was decided that I couldnt keep him where I was living at the time because he would flick his seeds around the room which only attracted cocroaches. So, I gave him to my friend to look after. After a while, Angus became very tame and quite a little comedian as you can see by the pictures. He would fly up onto the coffee table, literally open your packet of cigarettes, pull out a cigarette and start to nibble on it from one end to the other very much like a cob of corn. Yes, they are all cigarettes you see in those pictures of Angus. It was almost like an obsession with Angus when he was out of his cage. If you didnt watch your smokes, he'd be into them quick smart.
 
I would have loved to have brought him with me to Sydney when I moved back down here a little over a year ago. However due to my hectic work schedule, I wouldnt be able to give him anywhere near enough attention that he deserves and hence I wouldnt be able to look after him properly. So, reluctantly, I decided that it was best all round for Angus if he stayed where he is. Atleast then, I knew he was getting all the attention and care he deserves. I miss him dearly, as much as I miss Con and Mork. I think about him all the time.
 
This guy is so incredibly gentle that you could sit there, with your head tilted all the way back and he would sit there on your forehead and gently preen your eye brows and your eye lashes. His nature is one that is has amazed many who have had the pleasure of meeting him. Apparently, you cant tame Peach Face Parrots. They are apparently rather vicious. Yet, Angus is as gentle as you could imagine. I would stick my finger through the bars of the cage or put my lips against the cage and he would come up and literally try to feed me. He's truly a magnificent bird and an absolutely wonderful friend and im glad to have shared many years with him. I love you Angus.

 ~¤ Sox (aka Pussa) ¤~

It's easy to see why this cat was named Sox. She was a gentle sole. She would never let you forget her
either. She used to do some funny things. Often times she didn't even realised she was doing them. I recall once as we sat in the loungeroom she had fallen asleep infront of the heater, which by the way was her favourite place to sleep. She was just in a deep, relaxed sleep and every now and then, her paw would literally wave. It was so funny that we took a short video clip of it.

It was also originally thought that she was just your average cat who was very lovable. However, it was soon discovered that she was infact a very smart and clever cat. If she wanted to find a nice, comfortable place to sleep, she would literally open cupboard doors and just climb right on in and find the most comfy spot in the cupboard she could. First, it was the built in wardrobe in the bedroom. Then it was the cupboards in the kitchen bench. She was a master of deception too. A few times she had found some place in the house where she could sleep, and to us, she seemed like she was missing.

She suffered many seizures in the short years that I got to know her. She wasn't my cat, she was my partners. My partner had her for a good 16 or more years. Yet she lived a long and fulfilling life. She also suffered from cancer and just recently she became very weak and emaciated as a result of her suffering. As hard a decision as it was to have to make, it was decided that it would be best for her suffering to end. As a result of this decision, her suffering came to an end on February 5th 2006. She will be dearly missed, and dearly remembered for a long time to come.

~¤ Cotton ¤~

Cotton was such an adorable little girl. My ex brought her home from Adelaide because she wanted a dog and Cotton is who she brought home. She was instantly a hit with everyone. No matter who it was that saw her, they all had the same reaction "AWWWW! How cute! She's just so adorable!" Even the local postie would stop on his daily run for up to 5 minutes just to give her pats.

When I would take her for a walk on the lead, she would see a person walking along the footpath and she would get so excited. She would literally try to run up to them as if to say "OH MY GOD! HI! MY NAME IS COTTON! PAT ME! PLEASE PAT ME? I SO LOVE GETTING PATS!" It didn't matter to her who it was. Even just someone walking past the house. She would run up to the fence wagging her tail so quickly as if to say "OH MY GOD! HI! COME OVER HERE AND PAT ME! PLEEEEEEASE! CMON! I WANT PATS!"

Sadly, one day she became ill and wouldn't eat her food. I thought that perhaps she had just got a bit of a stomach bug or something and just wasn't feeling the best. She didn't get any better though and for 2 days straight she wouldn't eat a thing. We took her to the vet and they thought that perhaps she had eaten something she wasn't supposed to and it had got lodged inside her system somewhere. This however was not the case.

The next day, in the afternoon, the vet called us and said that we should come quick because she wasn't going to make it. We jumped in the car and drove over to the vet surgery. Sadly, she died before we got there. We brought her home and burried her in the garden and I placed a statue of a dog where she now lays so that she had company. I'll miss you Cotton. I hope that where ever you are, you are just as happy and as adored as you were here with us.

~¤ Libby ¤~

R.I.P. Libby - 12/6/09

Libby's Ashes

I had Libby cremated so that I could take her with me wherever I go in my life.
This is a photo of what I had done. Now, I can take her with me and never leave her behind.

 

 

I want to share something with my friends here online. This is the saddest, most heart breaking moment of my life so far. Around 7 years ago, I was living in a little country town in the state of South Australia. My girlfriend at the time had a foster son who was living in a town about 15 minutes drive away. One day, a little kitten appeared at his doorstep and he took her in and named her Libby. She was an adorable little kitten. A tabby cat. About 2 weeks after the kitten appeared on the foster sons doorstep, the foster son took his own life by hanging himself in his flat. No one would take Libby, so my ex & I took her. She was a tremendous comfort to us. Specially to my ex who was grieving for the lose of her foster son. Libby would play tricks on us by hiding around the corner in a room and as you walk past, she would jump out and latch onto our leg. "Little ninja cat" we would call her.

After awhile, my partner & I seperated for reasons I don't need to go into with this story. My partner moved out & moved on & I stayed in the house. It was just me & Libby from that point on. She has been great company for me. She was not just a cat to me. She was "My Girl". Why? Because of the special circumstances in which she came into my life (as mentioned above). She has always been a tremendous bundle of joy and laughter to me. The little antics she would get up to, etc. For example, if I screwed up a piece of paper, she would literally kick it around the room. Almost as if she was playing soccer. Other times, she would get so playful that she would sprint from one end of the house to another, tumbling head over heels and play-fight with her back paws, etc.

Sometimes, she would be found lazing on the bonnet of the car and half the time she wouldnt even get off when the engine was started. Other times, on a hot day, the car windows would be left down while parked in the driveway & when I would get into the car to go somewhere, there she was, inside the car, snoozing on the back seat or the rear window sill of the car. She would often sleep on the bed with me & numerous times she would get under the blanket next to me just to keep warm. Many times in the morning, or sometimes at odd times during the day she would jump up on my lap, or on my stomach if I was leaning back to just snuggle in to me, get lots of pats and show me her love for me. She was adorable in every way possible.

Tonight, Thursday 11th June 2009, I started work at 4pm (I work as a taxi driver). Around midnight, I came home to continue working from home and there she was laying by the back door & a small pool of blood was nearby. I could see right away that she wasnt quite right. She was having trouble breathing & she vomited some blood too. I called the vet and begged her to come quick & took Libby to the veterinary clinic. The vet arrived around 15mins later. I took her in to the clinic and the vet gave her some shots to try to help her with the trauma. The vet did some examinations & said that because of her critical condition, she suspects Libby was hit by a car. Libby became distressed again while I was trying to comfort her during the examinations & I could tell she was in great pain & judging by her breathing difficulty, the vet also suspected there was fluid build up in her lungs. Possibly from broken ribs. I reluctantly asked that the vet end her pain & suffering, but before Libby was given the shot to end her pain, she passed away.

I brought her home with me & burried her in the back yard tonight around 2am this morning. I'm not ashamed to admit that I have cried numerous times tonight for her. I am, after all, a perfectly normal, emotional human being.

So, it is with heart breaking, deep sadness, that I say "Goodbye Libby. I love you & I will never forget you. You will always be in my heart"

UPDATE:
I decided to have her cremated so that I could take her with me and never have to leave her behind. It was a tough decision to make for me. I felt really bad having to bring her back up. It was, to me, like saying "You're no longer in pain or suffering Libby, but you cant rest just yet". I received her ashes today, 23rd June 2009. It was a tough moment for me. I cried again for her. I couldn't help that. For Libby was home with me again, but not in physical form. Only in memory and ashes. I will learn to live with the empty void within me that she once filled. It will become easier in time. However, one thing's for certain. I will never, ever forget her for as long as I live and breathe on this planet. She will always and ever have a place deep within my mind, and my heart until the day I die.

 

 

 

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