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It Has Been 6 Years, I Still Miss My Dog
It has been six years since Reno died. On his death day, I have an awful day. For the first two years, I did not go to work on that day. Now I go to work, but I am not very productive. I never healed enough to get another dog. I have gotten cats, but no dogs since Reno. He was sixteen years old when he died from prostate cancer.
By Toni Crowe5 years ago in Petlife
Kezia
Tucked in the crook of the uniformed arm of the Air Canada commercial pilot, was a tiny bundle. Descending the stairs from the cockpit gingerly he made it apparent that his cargo was precious.. Scanning the sparse crowd in the waiting area of the small town airport shelter he picked out the well dressed couple standing off by themselves. The woman wore a stylish cloche hat over her freshly styled bouffant accompanied by a red tailored coat. Her companion, though not as flashy, was dressed in a comfortable blazer and looked the part of a young professional.
By Maria Calderoni5 years ago in Petlife
Pooch and Pocket-Hole
A woodshop, after all, is like a serial killer’s foxhole from an 80s paperback. The table saw holds a knife to my neck and dares me to slip up and send a finger flying. The noise is terrible and industrial and droning, and the noise can gum up the ears and make them buzz. At night, laying in bed, my ears buzz. Handling the machines for so long, the vibrations become part of the hands, and the hands feel tingly and dead. Like gums at the dentist when they’re shot up in anesthetic.
By Victor Javier Ortiz5 years ago in Petlife
A Barrel Of Monkeys
Asia The Cutest Primates Francois Langurs are covered by black fur all over their bodies except for white stripes that stretch from the mouth to the eyes. On top of their heads, they have a triangular peak and a white crest that looks like an eyebrow above the eyes.
By Rasma Raisters5 years ago in Petlife
Chocolate Heaven. Top Story - July 2021.
Lottie’s twitching nose dragged her slowly from her afternoon slumber. She had been enjoying an active dream of rabbit chasing and at first was reluctant to rise from her incredibly comfortable position on the sofa. Warm patches of sunlight coated her furry body and she felt deliciously relaxed. Rising into a graceful downward dog, she took her time with the stretch and added a pink-tipped yawn for good measure. She plopped herself down onto the carpet, landing just beside the brownish stain that she vaguely remembered being responsible for some time ago. She bent her head and sniffed at it. Yep, that one had definitely been hers.
By Sophia Ashton-Hooker5 years ago in Petlife
Letting Her Go
Breathe. It’s okay. I have to let her go. It was all I could say to keep my eyes from filling up with tears that morning. I had contemplated not going at all, wondering if it would just be better if I stayed home than witnessing what I had been dreading for weeks. But bravely, I stepped forward into the morning sunshine, observing my nervous thoughts as my thick muck boots hit against the road below me. It was a short walk to the old barn, mainly uphill but I was happy to have some time to think before the moment I knew was coming. Reaching my hand inside my jean pocket, I could feel two peppermints wrapped carefully inside. It was her favorite treat and today, I wanted to make sure I gave her one, one last time. I thought of the many moments when I had talked to her, stroking her forehead with my hand as she simply listened. She always listened. She was a calm and gentle mare, but somewhere deep inside her aged heart was still a locker full of firecrackers and passion. She would suddenly in a moment of peace display more strength and spunk than anyone ever thought she could at her age, but I loved that about her. My trainer called it disobedience and tried to force the 26 year old to follow orders every moment. But Misty hardly listened. And I never blamed her. She had lived a long life. Her white hairs were beginning to blossom around her eyes and a few strands of grey were becoming more visible down her flowing tail. She had foaled a child and been a mother. But she had been a friend and a teacher to me in numerous ways.
By Amelia Carter 5 years ago in Petlife
His Gift To Me
As I approach the old barn, I take a moment to breathe it all in. The yellow paint that has somehow degraded to a sick green color, the windows barely hanging on, the wood creaking with gusts of wind. My hands squeeze the beautiful red collar that belonged to my best friend, Charlie. Even though my eyes witness an abandoned barn, my heart feels nothing but bittersweet memories, warmth laying on my shoulders, and relief in my breath.
By Pseudo Nym5 years ago in Petlife
Shark Jaws and School Kids
For the last few weeks, I have been working on Saturdays at the New England Aquarium in Boston, Massachusetts. My job is to educate people about the various animals that call the ocean their home and answer their questions if I can do so. However, one of my favorite things to do at work is using bio-facts at the various animal habitats to educate people about the species that call ocean and freshwater habitats home. This is because as someone who grew up learning visually, I believe people will make a difference in this world if they see things with their own eyes. We can do this by seeing live animals at a habitat at a zoo, or aquarium, and with the bio-facts, they get to see during their visit to either a zoo or an aquarium. Here, well, from my personal experience, it’s really both.
By Jenna Deedy5 years ago in Petlife










