Sharing the fountain

I love my fountain. My dog, Angel, picked it out. My daughter used to walk her down to the shop I worked at, selling fountains, and Angel would go to that fountain and walk in circles in it. So that was the one I chose. Poor Angel is gone now, but that fountain is still loved.
It is loved by hummingbirds:

By little song birds:

 Ice formations in the winter:

And Billee, my cat!