Cricket and I grew up together. She was half Chihuahua and half Manchester Terrier and was a superb squirrel dog and ratter. She was a good momma and a better companion couldn't be found. I was about three years old when we brought Cricket home. I held her in my lap one one of my brother's diapers as Momma drove our '63 Cutlass home. This was in the fall of 1965; Cricket was born on Halloween. Cricket never did get the hang of housebreaking, so she became a yard dog and was as tough as a pine knot. She'd bring dead mice and chimpmunks to us to let us know she was on the job of removing vermin. Once Momma put her on the back porch when she found rats in the washing machine! Cricket went right to work clearing out those pests and we weren't bothered with rats again. On Valentine's Day in 1979, the temperature was in the 70's and the sun was out and Cricket's old arthritic bones were feeling like a pup. That's when she decided to get out of the fenced in back yard and do what she loved: chase cars. She didn't have the speed and athletic ability that she'd had a few years earlier and she got hit by a truck and died a quick painless death. She is buried on the bank of a pond in northeast Texas. A real good dog is hard to come by and you sure miss 'em when they're gone.
Remembering Cricket
- Thread starter J. T.
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i know what you mean. my best friend growing up was a chocolate Lab named Fatboy. he went everywhere i did. i made him a seat on the back of the fourwheeler so he could ride with me to check on cows. i never got on the fourwheeler without him; if i did he would climb the chainlink fence and come find me. that jeff carson song that goes
"I was young,he was old
We both, were the same age
Everyday, playing fetch
Shaking hands
He'd lick my face
And I was unaware, the day would come
And when he died, for the first time I knew what real pain was
And I never was the same again
From that moment on, real life began"
always reminds me of him. one day when i had come home from college i went to check on the cows and Fatboy by this time was too old and arthritic to do much. he mostly just laid around on the porch. i went to the back of the farm and when i came back a cow had him down in the pasture with her head pinning him down. he had come to find me... i rescued him but the damage had already been done. he lasted only a few days.
"I was young,he was old
We both, were the same age
Everyday, playing fetch
Shaking hands
He'd lick my face
And I was unaware, the day would come
And when he died, for the first time I knew what real pain was
And I never was the same again
From that moment on, real life began"
always reminds me of him. one day when i had come home from college i went to check on the cows and Fatboy by this time was too old and arthritic to do much. he mostly just laid around on the porch. i went to the back of the farm and when i came back a cow had him down in the pasture with her head pinning him down. he had come to find me... i rescued him but the damage had already been done. he lasted only a few days.
WarriorPatriot
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Sorry for your loss, I know how that goes. I grew up with a Yelloe Lab named Maggie. Passed away at 13 and boy was I heartbroken.
Horticattleman
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just like most of you here i grew up deep in the country, or swamps here. Man I woould leave the house early in the morning with my pellet rifle and a samwich with my 2 dogs. Sissy and Booms. Man those 2 dogs hunted with me all day and were the best friends I had. Had em from when i was 7 until high school. Man I wish I could have just one more day tromping thru the woods and swamps with my 2 dogd shootin birds with my pellet rifle.
