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Who was your best mate?

I guess my spinster neibours red setter he was willing to lick or mount quite a few times each day. I almost cried when she moved away with her dog, I had to go back to hand jobs to relieve my balls
 
I'm not sure I can say there's been a "best", each has had been different and have stood out as making them stand out among the others and each have had qualities I'd didn't like. Sticking only to dogs...

As a sexual partner, nobody compares to my first saint who was so sex-positive she would typically proposition visitors and was anything but subtle about it. Her coat; however, greatly limited our time outdoors in the summer and wasn't a good coat for rambling in the woods.

As a loving partner, my last dane was hands-down, the absolute best companion I've had to date. She was not as sex-positive as the saints, though still very receptive and eager. Her winning qualities were that whatever I was doing, relaxing, working, or just rambling, she was there in the thick of it and was very intelligent and active. She had some health problems we struggled with, but we had a good run and she exceeded the average lifespan by a wide margin despire the problems.
 
Each of my past and current companions has been special, and each one that's waiting for me took a part of me with them when they left this world. My last doggy who departed last year was the best of everything you could ask for, be it simply company, a cuddle buddy and as a lover. As for mares there's too many that stand out, several were partners for decades and picking one over another seems disrespectful to their memories.

Currently the love of my life is a pony mare I raised myself and the last foal born here, I could spend the rest of the evening talking about how special she is but I'll keep it simple and say she's a spoiled rotten little brat that I'll do anything for, anything.
 
I love them all, but of course there are always favorites. My first own dog (before that I was with the family dogs) who is no longer alive was the "best".
She was a shepherd dog, I bought him when he was 1 year old, and I was his fourth owner. Because of the change of owner that happened at a young age, and then she lived alone with me for 3 years, she was the most attached to me. That's why it was special.
My other dogs have already joined my pack, so part of the attachment is given to the pack and not exclusively to me. Of course, first love is always the most valuable, as it usually is.
I will never have a dog like the very first one again.
 
Ozzy. My Beagle Shepherd mix. He was our house dog. Loyal, attentive, caring, playful, and lazy... except for sex he was eager to please, a bit dominant, and had a voracious appetite. Biggest isn't necessarily better but oh wow did he know how to use what he had been blessed with. I shared everything with him. All my secrets, my fantasies, aspirations, dreams, goals, musical tastes, and my body. When he passed a large piece of ny heart went with him. I've had many mates since, all are special, but none like my first love.
 
AtomicCookie said:
Ozzy. My Beagle Shepherd mix. He was our house dog. Loyal, attentive, caring, playful, and lazy... except for sex he was eager to please, a bit dominant, and had a voracious appetite. Biggest isn't necessarily better but oh wow did he know how to use what he had been blessed with. I shared everything with him. All my secrets, my fantasies, aspirations, dreams, goals, musical tastes, and my body. When he passed a large piece of ny heart went with him. I've had many mates since, all are special, but none like my first love.
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First cut is the deepest
 
my George was. not just best mate. he was my love, "the one", the other half i waited my whole life for.... i brought him back from "gave up, ready to die" state and he gave me the best five years of my life. the sheer amount of gratefulness and love he gave me for simply acknowledging his existence, that he mattered and wasn't "just a dog" still makes me tear up two years after he passed away and some part of me definitely died with him that day.
 
I only had one well technically 2 but only had sex with the first one she was a sweet girl and I miss her. The other was a big rather dumb golden lab he made me feel like everything was OK for the time I was able to spend with him. My Nettles will always be my favorite though mostly because we understood each other in ways that I didn't think were previously possible for a dog to understand a person or for me to understand her.
 
AtomicCookie said:
Ozzy. My Beagle Shepherd mix. He was our house dog. Loyal, attentive, caring, playful, and lazy... except for sex he was eager to please, a bit dominant, and had a voracious appetite. Biggest isn't necessarily better but oh wow did he know how to use what he had been blessed with. I shared everything with him. All my secrets, my fantasies, aspirations, dreams, goals, musical tastes, and my body. When he passed a large piece of ny heart went with him. I've had many mates since, all are special, but none like my first love.
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He truly was your "Wizard of Oz, AtomicCookie. He was your partner, your lover, your everything :)
 
I'd say my most memorable "mate" if you could call it that was a pure black GSD. He had an aggressive personality and didn't like many people. His owners were excited when I said I would watch him for a week while they went out of town because I was one of the few people he actually got along with. We didn't really do anything sexually but I still vividly remember lying down on the floor and this big german shepherd with out hesitation curling up next to me. I could tell that he was starved for affection, probably because he was never shown much affection in his life. Seeing this behavior from what I thought as a fairly aggressive and reactive dog was pretty influential on my young teenager self. I still think about him from time to time.
 
My white Tibetan Terrier "Tashi". Great dick for his size, immensely fuckable fur/tail/ears, cuddly as can be, lives for handjobs and oral and humping my legs.
 
Very hard to say. I've so far had 3 doggie partners in the "true love" department. My first was a lab/cattle dog mix that was my longest love, and just to stress the point, my first real love. I was with a woman in my early 20's when I had him, and had already had him for a few years prior. Our relationship crumbled because I was more in love with him than her. I missed having him in bed with me and being with him in an intimate way. There was more than just that reason our relationship fell apart, but that was the main one. The second canine partner I had was a female "dingo" as we called her. She was a medium to large dog and was sweet as apple pie. It took me a few years to get close to her after my first doggie partner died. I initially just wanted to test the waters and see if she'd like to sleep in bed with me... and she loved it and so did I. She unfortunately started having incontinence issues, so I had to keep her off my bed (and couch). I had to have her put down recently :( Now, my current canine lover is the most sweetest gentile giant I've ever had or seen. He's about 120 lbs and is by far the largest dog I've ever had. He's a dane mix. I had him for about 3 years before I accidentally fell in love with him. I got another female dog to attempt to fill in the gap my last lover had left. In my mind, she might have been my future lover... but my heart had different plans. I saw how her and my dane mix were playing, it occurred to me how I had always denied him the love he had wanted. Not saying I didn't love him before, just that he always was up my ass and it would annoy the hell out of me. I would always tell him to go lay down. I felt terrible when I had that realization. I then and there wanted to make it all up to him in an instant. He had always tried to get on my couch, so I let him on my couch. He's scared of thunderstorms, and recently started jumping on my bed while I was at work when the storms would roll through. I was initially mad, but then realized the seeds had been planted and wanted to see how he would be up there with me. It was touch and go at first because his sheer size woke me up anytime he would move around. I lost a lot of sleep, but just couldn't say no to him. I wanted to be with him all the time. He would constantly be on my mind while I was at work, and I couldn't wait to get home to cuddle with him. I knew I was in love when I only got about 8 hours of sleep in a weeks time and had to go to the doctor to get on some sleeping meds. Things have largely settled down now, but he's definitely the love of my life now. My mom died last year and had a lot of health issues, and I was her caretaker the last 6 or 7 years of her life, so it left a huge void in my life. It left me in a house by myself with 3 dogs and no family members to really give a rats ass about my well being. There's a few that called me periodically, but they've since stopped. So my current partner has been my reason for continuing to want to live. He's an angel to me, and I love him so so much <3 I love all my dogs, but love is a crazy thing that has other plans that you have no control of. So each of my canine partners have had something unique that set them apart from the others. Although I must say, I haven't fell this hard since my first dog. Crazy turn of events in my life in just the last year or so. And thank you to anyone who may read all this.... this is kind of me venting and bragging about my new love lol.
 
catlover64 said:
And why were they your best mate?
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My best friends have always been my dogs. Because? They taught me how to really love, a love without judgment, a love that warms, a love that accepts and desires with all its heart
<3 💕💕💕💕
 
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