My hundred-pound German Shepherd loved the cats. He was a stray so I don't know where he formed his bond with cats but he was gentle, protective and playful with them. I miss him a lot, so much that I can't bear the pain of getting another dog and outliving it.
I can empathise with that so much. I've never been able to form the emotional bonds with humans which I've achieved with the cat's I've lived with. I couldn't even shed a tear for my sister when she died despite being the only family I was ever close to (and visa versa for her) and still struggle to morn her many years later, but on losing my last cat a few years back (and others in the past) I was absolutely devastated and was able to show it, and likewise with a few previous cat's (though not all, it's a personality thing, and some you click with and some you don't).
That emotional pain is quite something, and I guess all the more so for it's rarity, making me sensitised to it, and every time I've never wanted to go through such a thing again, but as the strongest emotional bonds I've knowingly experienced, it's also not something to want to consider ever experiencing again either.
After Alfie, our previous cat died (a couple years back I think) the thought was still too fresh to consider another, but a year ago a beautiful very long haired Ragdoll/Tabby found my ex (we still share a home) at her workplace in an awful state (the cat, not my ex or her workplace!
) of starvation and dehydration etc. The vet reckoned he'd not have survived another night or two - now, he's the picture of a fat contented cat (more just ruddy huge than obese, but certainly a picture of contentment.
Anyway, we lost him about a month or two back. He got into a fight with one of the locals and just vanished. After about 10 days we'd given up searching and started packing his stuff away, and feeling totally devastated, when the little swine just pops up out the blue looking a little under weight but otherwise fine.
Such strong emotions were so difficult to handle, but it's one of the rare occasions, now I think about it, that I can actually say I felt genuinely happy! And the really unusual thing about it was actually knowing so definitively that I was happy and exactly why I was happy. Interesting it takes such a highly polarised emotion to be able to appreciate it?
If only the nature of the beast wasn't that those intense highs are only relevant in respect to those most awful lows, but that personifies the whole paradox of loving and losing. I always thought of them as family, not pets really, but genuine members of the unit.
Dogs, cats, in fact just about any kind of pet can be as rewarding a relationship as with a human, and often better in some ways. All the BS is stripped away, and while they can be as badly behaved as we can, it's not with malice aforethought, they are just true to their own nature, almost like the opposite of masking?