I just copied and pasted this post from Mary's gallery...it's a beautiful thing...and she also tells about all her other pets...if you have time...click on her name and read what she's written...
Here's her story of Mandy...
Mandy. I see her as my best friend. The cats are like my kids, but Mandy is my heart. Mandy is without a doubt, my very best friend. Mandy was a rescue from a person who in her grief, filled her life with too many furry friends, than she could handle. When she became overwhelmed, she started to give them away to strangers, kicked them out, and even had them euthanized... Little did I know Mandy in many ways, would end up rescuing me. Mandy has been there through it all, the good, the bad, and the very ugly. She has been my loyal, unconditional constant. The size of a house cat, with a heart of a lion. She is amazing and irreplaceable. I have never known, nor will I ever know love, like the love of Mandy.
When I first rescued Mandy, she was about 2 - 2 1/2 years old. She was pretty much a blank slate. She was not house trained (now she goes on command, using the word "potty"), and was totally unruly (now she understands hand signals). It was a definitely a battle of the wills. 11 + years later, she knows me, my routines, and I know her, her routines, tones of her barks, throaty whines, and those looks. Oh my, when Mandy does not want to do something, she puts her head down and looks up at me with those cute puppy eyes. Up until recently, Mandy used to have addiction: The ball. Mandy was totally OCD about the ball. Size, shape, or weight, never deterred her, neither has the size of other dogs or critters. Mandy is totally fearless. Like I said before, she has taught me a lot. And by the way, you can teach old dog new tricks, even if they have to slow down.
I have always kept Mandy in puppy cut, because she would go hell-bent after her ball, into or through anything. She also enjoys swimming, going for walks, one handed wrestling, and being carried around in her bag. I believe that it's not the intelligence of the animal, but the dedication and love of the owner.
Sadly, Mandy has a Mast Cell Tumor that is operable, but due to questionable kidney functions, has yet to be removed. My family is been dealing with a lot of sadness, which includes the death of my old man, black kitty, Buddy, last October. His name says is all..... My heart continues to be torn and breaking. I have been researching passionately on how to improve Mandy's kidneys. Luckily, the cancer has not spread, but due its location, its growth will cause future complications. It needs to be removed. Hoping for miracles and good research will make that happen. However, with all my furry and four legged family members, I would never make them live for me. Their quality of life continues and will always be prority one. To truly love, is to love selflessly. Is that not the love of a Pet?