I love my pet because...

[Cooper]

I love my cat, Midnight, because, when I come home, even if I've been gone for hours, she's waiting for me. Sometimes inside, sometimes outside, but every time she sees me, she gives me kisses. I offer her my finger, and while, any other time, she'd ask me to rub her chin (by pushing it to the side she wants rubbed) she will push it to a side, then put her head down against it. I've interpreted that as: Love me anywhere. Just love me.

She'll even put up with me holding her after I get home, which she absolutely hates.

I love my rabbit, Caddie, because when she is out running, and she seems me, she will run up to my leg or arm and lick it, then hop away again. Sometimes she hops right in front of my face, so I'll pet her. Even though she's a one-eyed rabbit now, she's as rambunctious and sweet as ever.

For past pets:

I loved my dog Bear because we would play a game where I would have to pass by him and get to the TV. If I stood still long enough, he'd run after me. And he always won.

I loved my rabbit Bun-Bun for her spunk. She ran off a feral cat that was planning on eating her (as I ran to stop the feral cat). She was two pounds.

I loved the rabbit Owi because of his enthusiastic joy. I would see him roll over in his cage, and every morning, he would greet me like this:

"Food?"

My favorite of their babies was named Rory. He would fall asleep in my lap. (I bonded him with the dad. They were both so gentle-hearted they bonded in one session, even though, right now, the father was like, 3x his size.)

The two girls were bonded together. Gray was pretty smart. When I gave her her medicine, she would let me give it to her, then grab the syringe with her teeth and throw it. I woke up one morning to Valentina on my tummy, having escaped her cage, hopped onto my bed, and climbed on me.

I loved my parent's cat, Molly (she's still alive, and I see her sometimes) for being the neediest, fattest cat I've ever seen. While we have been trying to get her to lose weight (my grandpa fed her junk food for 8 years before we got her, and she has lost some weight, but still is too heavy for her joints). When she sees anyone, she gives a chirping meow, and rolls that fat butt over.

I loved our hamster for its intelligence. She would run in her wheel, stop, let it pull her up, jump out, grab the top bars with her little toes, and use her feet to open the door. We had an acrobatic escape artist hamster.

Damn I've had a lot of pets. XD

So, how about you guys? Why do you love your pets?

[iradney]

I love my pooch Hopper because he's smart, funny and adorable. He's welcoming and loving and even though his farts can be classified as biochemical warfare, we love him.

He sleeps next to my side of the bed at night, walks me every day and allows me to feed him on a regular basis When I'm sad, he'll come over and plop his head on my leg, and if I go away for a few days, he bugs TTO to find me . I love my furchild

[Sunshine]

I love my chi because she is so mellow...no yappy, no shaking. She likes to snuggle on my tummy. I love my parents dog because she has sweet disposition

[Seshat]

I'm not ready yet to do an 'I loved Seph because...'. The wound caused by her dying is still too raw.

I love Shiro - big fat white cat - because he loves me. He likes to be near. Not on - never on. And he doesn't like to be picked up. But he wants to be near. Sometimes he'll use his front paws and pull your hand to his chest, in a hug. Sometimes he'll lay his head on a convenient part of whichever human he's near, or wrap one paw over it, or both.

I love Vi - our dog - because she cares. She senses when we're sad, or anxious, or having a bad day. She comes over and offers to sit with us, or on us. Presses her nose against us, and gives us big puppy eyes that say 'Something's wrong. Can I help?'
When we try to teach her a new trick, she looks at us and does one of her old tricks. And the look she gives is so very much like 'is this right? I know you want something but I don't understand.'
She loves to meet people. New people, old friends, it doesn't matter. She sniffs their legs as if reading a newspaper, then presses against them to say hi.

[MoonCat]

I love my pets because they don't care what I look like, how old I am or any of that superficial stuff. They just want to be loved.

And because they're adorable, of course

[Tama]

I love our cat Stinker because he puts up with a lot of stuff. Being grabbed by a toddler, us picking him up and kissing his face (that one's me ) and so on. He just head-boops me a lot, and considering I feed him...

I think it's because fiance's family raised him from 1 week old and my hypothesis is he thinks he's just a fuzzy human.

[Racket_Man]

See my avaitar.

My dog just waits for me to come home, to wake up, to give him some of his hourly quota of attention, to go out for walks, to beg for treats,etc.

My dog loves me and I love my dog

[Sapphire Silk]

I love my cat Taz because of the way she snuggles against my legs when I sleep at night. I love Taz because she's always ready to romp and play. And because she's just too damn cute and she knows it!

[bhskittykatt]

I love my pup Ozzy because he's fairly mellow and well-behaved for the most part. I also love how he'll nuzzle up to me when I'm upset, and how if Hubs and I have a fight (or the dog thinks we're fighting), he'll get between us with a toy to distract us. That's puppy diplomacy; he'd make a great UN ambassador, I think.

I love Pippin the guinea pig because she wheeks at me every morning, and when I come home she'll run around in excitement. She's very demanding, and a bit of a prissy spoiled diva, but her spunky attitude makes her all that more lovable.

[taxguykarl]

I love my cat, Elsie, because she always greets me at the door. On Halloween, she sits just inside the door and makes the kids wonder if she is (and I quote) a real kitty.