Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Petlife.
The Cat That Came Back
Mark was a good child. He didn’t argue with his mother’s curfew, he went to church three times a week with his parents, and he bought his little sister gifts when he had the extra money. In fact, one of Mark’s only big flaws was that he did not know how to respect boundaries. This came out when he poked Stella, his sister, one too many times in the back, or when he played with his mother’s makeup when he knew that she had asked him a million times to leave it alone.
By Shelby Morrison5 years ago in Petlife
Cowboy and BJ
The cold water slowly permeated the soft fur of his undercoat as he paddled across the Trinity River toward the smell of a campfire and roasting fish. He tried to suppress the memories, but they just kept stalking him. “You know what these here fish are called, Cowboy-my-man? They’re CATFISH! You heard me right.” He loved his dad and his goofy sense of humor. (Dad knew perfectly well that cats hate water.)
By Patty Doak Tydings5 years ago in Petlife
Putting My Dog to Sleep Was One of the Hardest Things I Ever Had to Do
On Friday, March 31st, 2017 I had my dog Root Beer put to sleep. We had made the appointment earlier in the week. My mom’s recent death not even two weeks prior was sudden and unexpected. With Root Beer, we had too much time to dread the final day.
By Rachael Dunn5 years ago in Petlife
Some people are dog people
Before we had the home we do now, Sean and I lived out of a camper. At the time, it made sense—we were traveling cross country for work and didn’t have money to rent a place we weren’t going to use. One July, we were parked at my grandparents’, next to Great Uncle Herman, who was visiting from Vegas and also staying in a camper. Sean and I had gone down the road to watch the Baroda fireworks when I felt my phone vibrate. It was Uncle Herman. He’d seen our cat roaming in the yard, but not to worry, he’d put her back inside for us.
By Maegan Heil5 years ago in Petlife
Seriously? You left me home alone again?
Ginger rolled over her back onto her other side, and sighed. She always slept in late, with her humans leaving her breakfast in her food bowl before they left. Grunting, Ginger stretched out her front paws first, then her rear paws.
By Jaina Maternowski5 years ago in Petlife
How to Handle a Rabbit
Rabbits are a gardeners best friend and worst enemy, all in one cute fuzzy dynamite stick. When contained, rabbits are incredible manufacturers and reproducers. They will make you more fertilizer than you can imagine what to do with! In my world, that's a good thing. If you don't have a garden, I would not recommend getting a rabbit. The frustration and heart break of dealing with their highly potent urine and insanely insatiable attitudes, in my opinion, is not worth it unless you are harvesting the super rich fertilizer. Which, believe me, is a farm job meant for farm or farm-esk settings. That doesn't mean rural! Any city dweller with a green thumb can tell you, where there is a will -- there is a way! But rabbits do not belong in peoples homes. It just isn't sanitary (or good for the electrical units and appliances, no kidding... Rabbits naw on stuff.) Indoor or outdoor rabbit hutches are easy to come by and easier to make. Anybody can MacGyver a rabbit hutch out of some old furniture, chicken wire, a couple of hinges with screws, a make-shift door/reclaimed cabinet door, and a latch. A little elbow grease and ingenuity, and your furry friend will feel right at home!
By Misty Moon5 years ago in Petlife
Life of Sid
I decided I should go into a little deeper detail about my heart horse Sidney aka Sid. She was my first ever horse which made her extremely special. She's not the first horse I had the pleasure of working with however she was one I could call my own. Here's her back story. Sid was born on a nowhere farm from a Morgan stallion to a Paint mare. I do not know their names but I wish I did. By the age of 2 she had been sold to a man who had plans to "break" her. Now most horse people you speak with they shudder at the true term of breaking. To break a horse is to break its soul.
By KC Enterprise5 years ago in Petlife
ITTY BITTY KITTY
I returned home one afternoon from running errands only to find sitting on my doormat the most bedraggled kitten I had ever seen. He was a reddish brown color (?), weak and feeble to point out his finer features. I looked around the yard only to find a feral momma sitting watching me intently. Dont worry about your baby, I told her. I will take good care of him. I scooped him up and hurried inside.
By Jill Hampton James5 years ago in Petlife
