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Furever My Companion
I met my fur baby at a shelter in 2015. The workers told me they found her wandering down a street a few days before. They assumed she had been abused, most likely by men, because when the male workers tried to interact with her, she flinched and huddled in a corner. I fell in love with her almost instantly. Her honey-colored eyes were mesmerizing. She had a beautiful tan coat, white paws, and one ear that always stood up. I held my hand to the gate, to show her I was not a threat. She stared at me from her corner, with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Eventually, she walked to the gate. She sniffed me a few times with her cute red nose, then smiled at me. I knew we were meant for each other. They told me her name was Sweetie, but I could change it if I wanted to. I walked her around the outside play area, and we bonded.
By Alexus Taylor4 years ago in Petlife
The Four-Legged Adventures of Cas
Dog people are all the same. We love our pets more than we love anything else. We spoil them, give them treats, and take them on adventures that we wouldn't normally go on ourselves. They make us better, kinder, more patient people. As soon as someone asks that fatal question "Do you have a dog?", we light up. Proud as punch showing off photos of our furry babies, telling strangers about their character and the funny habits that they posses. In my experience, dogs bring people together, they encourage us to socialise with people we wouldn't normally, to make unsuspecting friends.
By Rachael Williams4 years ago in Petlife
Just The Two of Us
Hi Humans, My name is Ivory Neal but I like to be called Ivy. I am a Jackshund (Jack Russell Terrier and Dachshund). In 2013, I was sentenced to death by Dog Police but I saved my mom Shaleita. She called the kill shelter to adopt me after she found out that she have children.
By Shaleita Neal, Ed.S4 years ago in Petlife
The Raising of Ambrose
Ambrose was a black lab. My black lab. Radiant obsidian fur everywhere, save a tiny patch of brilliant white in the middle of his chest. The smallest from a litter of six puppies, my dad called Ambrose a million different names over time, but he never let anyone call the dog a “runt,” perhaps, I fathom, because my dad had been the smallest of three offspring himself.
By D.P. Martin4 years ago in Petlife
Rosie.
Rosie was my sweet girl. A beautiful chocolate lab, I rescued her from the shelter when she was just 2 years old. She was very shy at first, and a little afraid. I don’t think she was used to love and affection. But she came around and soon enough, she was looking forward to all the kisses and cuddles. Rosie loved to play everything from fetch to catch, but most of all, Rosie loved to hide things. She would grab her ball or a shoe of mine and she would put it somewhere and wait for me to find it. You could see the joy on her little face. I’d watch her hide every item, so I always knew where everything was, but Rosie didn’t know that. I’d pretend to search for her toys or my flip flop (or whatever else she felt like hiding) and Rosie would just follow me around, tail wagging in excitement. One time, Rosie attempted to hide my keys. Thankfully, I heard the jingling because I hadn’t known she was trying to play her favorite game since she had decided to start it without me. I wouldn’t have thought to search under the pile of sweaters in my room. Rosie wasn’t super happy that I caught her in the act, but I made it up to her with hugs and belly rubs. Rosie was my best friend. We did everything together. She even liked to help me cook. Well, she liked to watch me cook and catch whatever food I “accidentally” dropped on the ground for her to eat. She was great at cleaning up those types of messes. I’d chop up some chicken for a salad and Rosie would wait patiently for her pieces. My sweet girl. Rosie loved to watch the stars with me. We would go out in our backyard and sit in our hammock and stargaze. Sometimes we would see a shooting star and I have no idea what Rosie would wish for, but I would always just say thank you. I was already happy and I wanted the universe to know that I was so very grateful. Rosie loved to dance. I would put on our favorite songs and she would stand up on her hind legs for a little bit and dance around. She was a very talented girl and music was one of her favorite things. Sometimes I would sing to her. My voice isn’t the prettiest, but Rosie made me feel like I was pretty great. I miss it. Singing and dancing pretty badly with my dog. No judgment. Just love. I found out Rosie had cancer after a trip to the vet. She had been yelping in pain anytime I tried to put her leash on her and apparently, her lymph nodes were incredibly swollen. Rosie didn’t have much time left. My sweet, happy girl. I made the choice to spend one more night at home with her, keeping her as comfortable and pain free as possible. And I sang to Rosie. We laid outside in our hammock and we looked at all of the stars. I wanted so badly to be able to make a wish and for that wish to be able to keep Rosie with me forever. But there were no shooting stars that night. No one would be granting me any extra time with my sweet girl. The next morning, we drove back to the vet together and I cried the whole way there. My Rosie. The only comfort I found that day was knowing she would no longer be in pain. I miss her beyond words, but I will fondly keep every memory of hide and seek, stargazing and off beat dance parties with my sweet girl for as long as I live. I love you, Rosie.
By Amber Marie Cardona4 years ago in Petlife
Sunny at the End of the Tunnel
It was a bleak and quiet morning, and I had just woken up from a deep sleep, half-conscious and just barely able to open my eyes. My daily routine consisted of; waking up, brushing my teeth, finishing schoolwork, and taking a few bites of food in between. However, today seemed peculiar, as if some colossal event had occurred. I was unable to distinguish what was causing me to feel this way, but I went on with my morning like any other. As I was walking down the stairs, I could hear my puppy, Sunny, barking in the distance. A week prior, my family met a breeder out of town, who ultimately granted us the opportunity of being Sunny's new family.
By Yulia Braverman4 years ago in Petlife
