Mon seems interested in this little accessory that looks like Hao. I think she still remembers.
Today mark’s the 6th anniversary of Tao passing away, on October 2, 2006. He was 14 years 2 months old at the time, 93 in dog years. I still miss him very much. Here is a video of his life from when he was a found puppy to his last day. And the photo is a memorial corner in my living room where his urn is, along with the tiny urn (in white) for Hao, who passed away on August 11th. I just lit some incense for them.
I just checked on Mon and instead of early-morning sleeping on the top perch in her usual spot, she is sitting near the entrance, awake. I think she is looking for Hao.
I’m going to have to spend extra time playing with her.
Hao had a very different personality from Mon.
Hao was very smart, knew his name, and would come when called. Although quite tame on my finger or hand or even eating food from between my fingers (he had great eyesight!) he hated being petted or touched and would make his dinosaur sound and try to peck or bite if I tried to touch him anywhere. Except the last day when he seemed to take comfort from it.
Mon on the other hand is, well there is no kind way to put it, dumb as a doorknob. Almost as dumb as a cat. I’m not convinced she knows her name. There’s no way to call her and get her to come. On the other hand, she has a very amiable personality and never pecks at me and doesn’t mind being petted.
I have less photos of her overall because she’s very camera shy, while Hao actually seemed to like posing for pictures.