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An Obituary For My Dog, Who Was a Pretty Good Boy
His Royal Highness Sir Nurmal “Buddy” Conaway died on January 5, 2022, after a brief but debilitating illness. He was either 11 or 12 in People Years — no one has ever been completely sure. Nurmal passed away peacefully in the excellent care of the veterinarian whom he tried to bite on multiple occasions. Nurmal also hated the term “Rainbow Bridge” and instead preferred that we say he is now running a successful bed and breakfast in Doggie Hell with Satan, as an homage to Season 3 Episode 24 of “The Office,” which was his second-favorite episode of the series.
By Jessica Conaway4 years ago in Petlife
Delta the Magnificent
Passing the bio bags didn’t bother me. Bio bags were used to collect human remains which were given to coroners tasked with getting DNA samples and identifying the dead. We had dozens of body bags that were of no use; the largest identifiable piece I found was part of a foot in a well-polished Gucci loafer.
By Dutch Simmons4 years ago in Petlife
An ophthalmologist uses a cat to encourage children to wear glasses
Danielle Kroll has rescued a homeless cat from a Pennsylvania forest she named Travis, She adopted Travis after finding him abandoned in a forest near her home. He was starving and had eye problems that made it difficult for him to see. and decided to use her to change the lives of hundreds of people by harnessing the cat to help children with eye problems feel more confident about wearing glasses.
By Samara Ben4 years ago in Petlife
Delta the Miracle Pup
I remember the terror in my soul that night. I didn't know what was wrong or how to help her. It was 11 o'clock on a Saturday night. Where we lived there was no such thing as a 24-hour vet. I could tell that she was in pain and there was nothing I could do but wait. I sat and held her all night, almost certain that if I let her go, she would too.
By Kassondra O'Hara4 years ago in Petlife
Life With My Human
Life With My Human I wake up and paw at my snout, wipe my eyes, and stretch. I offer the idea of a little yoga by doing my downward doggies and tip toe in just a little closer awaiting for her eyes to open. That is when I know I am allowed to act all crazy, licking her face, and doing my little wiggle.
By Angela Gerber4 years ago in Petlife
Small Paw Print, Big Impact
My family never had pets in the house for the first seven to eight years of my life. My Grandma is terrified as she was bit by a large Rottweiler when she was in her forties, my mom inherited that fear for years. As for me, I wasn't ever around any dogs growing up that I can remember. However I do vaguely remember when I first encountered fear from a dog. Believe it or not it was Halloween, we knocked on someone's door and without warning two big olé mighty pugs then rapidly charged toward me and my brother. I know what your thinking, pugs, really. As they are not the most threatening of animals let alone dogs.
By Rilee Arey4 years ago in Petlife
Duchess of Basset Hound
The year was 1974. The boy in the plaid pants is me and that is my first dog named Duchess. This picture was probably taken weeks before the storm that took out the doghouse behind us which was built by my father. Unfortunately for Duchess she was in said doghouse when the willow tree fell on it causing her to break her leg. It was a quick moving electrical storm and before I could bring Duchess inside our large willow tree was struck by lightning and fell onto her house which I'm sure she believed would protect her. I managed to get her out and inside and then to the veterinarian, with the help of my dad, but you could tell she was pretty shaken up. I was only six years old at the time and Duchess was almost twice my age at eleven. That's 77 in dog years. The trauma she experienced did not change the relationship between a boy and his dog, but it did change Duchess. We continued playing with tennis balls although she was much slower now after recovery and she was getting significantly older. The size of the willow tree was daunting, and Duchess was very lucky to escape with just a broken rear leg and I was very grateful to still have my childhood friend.
By robert rowe4 years ago in Petlife
The bear
It was the cusp of June. The air dry and cloggingly hot. Kiki, a short little black dog with one white toe on her front right paw and a splash of grey around her chest, darted in and out of the dusty green bushes that dotted along the old logging road. She was just a mutt that I rescued, who in favor rescued me. More than once, but I will never admit that to my family.
By Jennisea Redfield4 years ago in Petlife
my cat the miracle worker
When my little cat Sarabella becomes nothing short of a miracle-worker. At certain stages in this great journey we call life we sit down and take a retrospect, going over, hand in hand with memory, the crooked old road and carefully treading in the same footsteps, looking upon the same scenes, suffering the same old pains and rejoicing in the smallest of joys. At such as these times the sleek little cat comes into my life ,the little black and white angel.. I was born with an intense passion for animals. I am a Australian woman , therefore am I a woman of strong passions. I have married many times without success always attracting the same type the boy in a mans body. My love is for the animal kingdom so have I found my little cat , and she has returned to me one hundred times a hundred fold so much love into my life. In the Manboy there is deceit, deception rules his nature. As I treat my little cat with kindness, I invariably, will always be overwhelmed with the gratitude of her presence her company her purrs and her little cat kisses. My little cat never did bite my hand that always did feed her— the Manboy did frequently with his punches kicks and bites. Therefore, I live with my little fluff ball of cuteness and center my affections in her. I have made my unalterable choice. I have been in the presence of my little teacher with her gentler manners and the kindness of her love , perhaps the greater intelligence little SaraBella my little cat God’s creation who is far above the Manboy ,her inexhaustible love. In my love for the little Cat and my preference for that beautiful animal above all others, I did not stand alone. Nearly all men , both in ancient and modern times, have signified their preference for the Cat in the strongest terms of the elegance .
By Titan Godess4 years ago in Petlife
Taking on a Chance
As I sit here watching the leaves blow in the wind, the smell of manure potent flowing through the air catching my every breathe. Trying to bring myself to carry on working but I’m so exhausted, exhausted from the heavy lifting, exhausted from the constant battering my body has to take every day, exhausted from frequent weather changes from the bright sun light on a frosty morning to the hail beating down on my back as I’m walking through the fields in what feels like a 500 miles away. Am I just feeling sorry for myself. I don’t know. All these thoughts crashing through my mind wave after wave, why do I feel like this? Is it just this place? Am I actually fine? god I’m getting worked up, calm down, calm down.
By Robyn Giles4 years ago in Petlife
