Manny (aka Mannanan MacLir) was born September 4, 1993. He died of a heart attack on January 9, 2000.
In my grief, I pulled his web site down but soon realized that it's the perfect way to memorialize him. Please read his stories and know that we miss him but understand that we enjoy talking about him. He was the gentlest, kindest creature I have ever met and loved playing jokes on us. The stories here are meant to be humorous and are a bit exaggerated but based on true stories.Yes, that's right, Manny has a new home!
He snuck off for a few days last spring and came home telling us about a really great place he found in his travels. We came. We saw. We fell for it.
Manny now lives in the middle of about 700 acres of prime forest and a few pastures. We have wild rabbits (hundreds), feral hogs, fox, red squirrels bigger than my cat, flying squirrels, 'possums, 'coons, armadillos, moles, white-tailed deer, and various other varmints all lazing about the place on any given day (or night).
We lived in a rural area before, but this is COUNTRY! Manny had smelled wild critters before and had even gotten a glimpse of an escaped pet rabbit, but now he has learned to race the rabbits that come to graze in our yard.
We did have one bad thing come of it. Manny has lived in our old home all his life (6 years) with a house full of people coming and going at all times of the day and night. Now it's just the three of us, myself, Mann, and Jack. The stress of the move has left him with a mild case of Separation Anxiety. He howls every time we walk out without him. Thankfully I've retired, so he isn't left alone very often.