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It's no coincidence that a dog is a man's best friend; they're more faithful than most other animals, and more faithful than many people.
Toy Manchester Terrier: The More modest, Similarly Enthusiastic, Terrier Breed
Is the Toy Manchester Terrier the Right Canine for You? Searching for a canine yet not certain what breed to get? Perhaps the Toy Manchester Terrier is ideal for you. This breed is connected with the Standard Manchester Terrier, looking practically the same by all accounts however being a lot more modest in size. This breed is known for its extremely steadfast and delicate nature, making for an exceptionally cherishing and committed friend. As they can be great with kids and different pets, this breed makes for a decent family pet. Peruse on to study the fiery Toy Manchester Terrier.
By Frame Morris2 years ago in Petlife
Cat and the Dog
Once upon a time in a quaint little town, there lived a mischievous cat named Oliver and a loyal and playful dog named Max. They were the best of friends and were always seen together, frolicking and exploring their surroundings. Oliver was a sleek, black cat with mesmerizing, emerald green eyes, while Max was a robust and friendly golden retriever with a wagging tail that never seemed to stop.
By Jorge Eloi Mendoza2 years ago in Petlife
Grief in a Nail Salon
“Hello, I’d like a pedicure?” “What color?” “Black, please. This one.” “Oh, getting ready for Halloween!” “No, black because that was the color of my dog. She just died. Like just a few days ago. She’s gone. And I want her to be here. So I’m getting black polish on my toes so when I see them I can pretend she’s here. I know that doesn’t make any sense. Like I do really know this and I know I sound crazy. I’m sorry. I just really miss her and I don’t know what to do about it. And I need some comfort. I told my mom my dog was dying and she said “oh that stinks”, so you see I need someone to take care of me for a few minutes, so that’s why I’m here. I just want to sit and think about my dog and maybe pretend you are comforting me, pretend I am someone who has people that comfort them. My dog comforted me, but like I said, she just died and now I don’t really know what to do because she was the one I need for things like this but she left. Well she didn’t leave, I had to decide when she should die, and that part is sort of crushing my soul because I don’t know if maybe I did it too soon. She gave me a look before she died that made me think I did it too soon. The vet said her tumors were enormous and the bone cancer was spreading and she couldn’t walk anymore and when she did she fell on her face and it still hurts my heart when I think about it. Every time she would have to go up or down I would hold my breath and close my eyes and pray she wouldn’t scrape up her face when she fell like she did that one time. The vet told me “it was time” but what is “time” when you are killing your best friend? Because she was my best friend and my daughter and also my protector and my confidant all rolled up into one big package. She was so big. Everyone commented on how big she was. I loved the feel of that big body next to mine. She was just gorgeous, the face of a dream. But I guess it had to be time because I knew she was hurting. She wasn’t herself. She hadn’t come to bed in over two months. And I tried to pretend that was because of the new baby, did I mention I just had a baby? A son. After two miscarriages. My life just became complete and now she is leaving me. Right when everything became perfect, she had to go. I want to tell her I still need her here especially for the good parts but I don’t want her to feel like she has to stay for me. I have to be her mother and make the hard decision to let her go so she can stop being in so much pain. And part of me died when I made that decision. And I am so fucking angry at my husband that I had to make it. He was tripling her pain meds because he really loved her too. So I cooked her steak and fed it to her piece by piece and had all her favorite people come over for cuddles. She died with the sun and the breeze and my tears all on her back. She rolled that big body into my husband and stared at me. I tried to send every ounce of love into her and prayed she could feel it and it would carry her to the next chapter. I know her death was beautiful but I still am nervous that maybe I didn’t make the right choice today. Because now she’s really gone and I feel like I am going to scream. I feel really really scared and sad and alone and when I feel those things I go see her except now she’s gone and I don’t know what to do but I think I’m starting to panic a bit. Where is she? Where did she go? I screamed for her in my car. Yup, I was driving alone at night and I just started screaming for her. My whole soul needed her and you see we were just getting to the good part of life, the parts where all my big wishes had finally come true after so much pain and heartache. And I guess that is why she was able to go now because we got through all the hard stuff. But that doesn’t feel comforting, it just feels cruel.”
By Jackie Adams2 years ago in Petlife
Of Wagging Tails and Hobbit Trails
Meet Pippin, my delightful companion and loyal friend—a charming Smooth Fox Terrier whose presence adds boundless joy to my life. Pippin, with his distinctive smooth coat, vibrant personality, and intelligent gaze, embodies the quintessential characteristics of his breed. When I chose his name I never knew how truly appropriate it would be. Pippin lives up to his namesake with a charm and spirit that's as enchanting as the hobbit from J.R.R. Tolkien's tales. Just like his fictional counterpart Pippin Took, my Pippin has woven himself into the fabric of my life, adding a touch of whimsy and warmth to each passing day. His journey mirrors that of the hobbit, full of unexpected adventures, mischievous escapades, and an unwavering loyalty that defines our unique bond.
By Nicole Gibson2 years ago in Petlife
