Do you have any Interesting stories to tell ?

Apple Sky said:

I once owned two black cats called Poppy & Pip, we had to move house & the house we moved to was next to a very busy road, sadly Poppy & Pip got knocked over & so I buried them in the Garden.
The next day I arrived home too find Pip sitting upon his grave, as you can imagine I was in shock, I thought he'd come back to life
After a while I realized what must have happened, Pip must have some how tried to find his way back to to the old house & didn't quite make it so he came back home, I found out that the black cat we had buried belonged to the farm further down the road.
You can imagine my delight.

In the end I took Pip back to the old place where we used to live & luckily enough a kind neighbor took Pip in & looked after him where he found love peace until his dying day.

It was heartbreaking to part with him but I had no choice but to give him up.

Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.

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What a lovely, if unusual, story! Thanks for sharing it with us.

I have plenty of interesting stories to tell, but none that a Christian would even be remotely interested in hearing.

Learning always said:

What type of stories are they?

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One is being in the wilderness with no people around. Not relying on others to get through the wilderness. Getting to see nature up close and in person without interference or intrusion.

“I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.”
― Henry David Thoreau

"Be empty. Be still. Just watch everything come and go. This is the way of Nature." - Laozi (Lao Tzu)

Apple Sky said:

A man passed away and left his dog to his son. The son was surprised when he found out the dog had disappeared. A few days later, the cemetery called him and told him that a dog had been digging on his father's grave. The son went to the cemetery and took the dog back. The next day, the dog escaped again and went to the cemetery. This happened three times, until the son finally decided to leave the dog there. He put food out for the dog, but it didn't eat. The dog became angry and wouldn’t let anyone come near the grave. The dog stayed there for a week, guarding the grave, until he passed away, lying on his owner's grave.

This story shows how animals can be more loyal than humans. ❤

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This story is also about a man passed away and left his dog to his son. It also shows how animals can be very loyal.

Since dogs are now the topic.

We had 2 dogs. They each raised their own kitten. Trying to hurt one of those cats was a good way to die, the small dog was 105 pounds.

Sadly, the larger and younger dog had a tumor in his spleen. So an emergency splenectomy. The vet said that if the biopsy came back as not cancer he would probably be fine. It came back as cancerous. The vet said we had a choice. We could do nothing and he would have a good 3 months or we could try chemo and all have a miserable 6 months (and spend a few thousand dollars in the process). He said that getting a second opinion for something like this makes sense, We did and it was the same.

Almost 3 months to the day I was at work and started feeling ill. I waked into my bosses office and said I did not have any urgent issues and was feeling ill and was going home. I arrived home to have my wife tell me Joey had fallen and had trouble getting up (at about the same time I started feeling ill). He had no appetite at dinner time and not long after that he could not get up and even breathing was work. Eventually the vet was able to get here and end things.

My now ex wife still insists I was telepathically linked to Joey.

When I was a kid we lived for a time in a small apartment right next to our landlady. Late one night my mom heard howling coming from nextdoor, which was odd because the landlady had no dogs.

The next morning a strange dog showed up at our place and just hung around. That same day my mom learned that our little old Irish landlady had died the night before. She remembered the howling she had heard from the landlady's apartment and was instantly reminded of the legend of the Banshee who would howl at the approach of death.

The dog stayed with us for quite a few days before we finally heard from her owners and they came to pick her up. She had a home somewhere around town, but I've always thought it curious that she entered our lives when she did and that she stayed with us for so long.