humanity

Isn't it ironic that the very best of humanity is seen through the love and empathy we show to our pets?

A Last, Lasting Memory
My most cherished moment with my Catahoula was her last. I lied my belly on the cold tile of the vet office, face to face with Roxy while she rested on her favorite blanket. I pressed my forehead to hers, holding her paws while a final drug injected into her vein. Her last, deep breaths brushed across my nose in a warm wash. I kissed her snout, tears falling to dance down her fur. Roxy's big eyes closed peacefully.
By Jenna Sedi3 years ago in Petlife
Our Miracle Buddy
Leo was my miracle little buddy. He was a clingy little guy that grew up with lots of hugs and love, something in short supply during the global pandemic. During that dark period, many of us questioned whether seeking an emotional connection with others was possible. When Leo’s owner suddenly passed away, he became despondent. Leo lost his appetite, and the surviving husband expressed little desire to meet Leo’s health and emotional needs.
By Anthony Chan3 years ago in Petlife
Chipper's Best
Best came first. Chipper, who was about the size of a large chicken nugget when we got him, came much later. Immediately, Best took him under his wing, literally. He’d perch on my knee and spread out his vibrant plumage, cooing “best boy” at him. It was the only thing Best could say. Which made complete sense, it was, after all, his name.
By NatahYah3 years ago in Petlife
In the Shade of the Rainbow Tree
“Why are you hurting me?” “Because your mamma’s a nigger!” Those boys kicked me hard. Years later, three teenagers crossed the country, summer of 1973, we stopped for gas in Oklahoma, windy tall grass prairie, miles from nowhere. As we pulled up to the pumps, a loaded shotgun muzzle came through the window. I heard the hammer cock and felt the gun metal pressed against my face.
By Robin Lim3 years ago in Petlife
Mimi was a street dog that saved me
Mimi was a street dog, she was the best dog ever! We found her on the streets and we brought her home. I was lonely at home because my mom was a single mother who worked for our future and fought for our lives, I was lonely but never alone because 'Mimi' was with me and rescued me from my depression and loneliness in a small town in Mexico where women learn to be warriors of life without the help of anyone, especially man with a macho perspective against women .I was learning English and reading out loud every word I repeat; Mimi was repeating-barking what I was saying while I was learning English with my dictionary (she was so funny.)😂 One of the bravest moments I spent with my dog Mimi was when in my town in México some thieves entered our house, she was the one who barked at them and woke us up, that's how we realized that they were stealing our things outside at dawn. There was something lying on the ground that mimi smelled and barked that was soap powder, one of the thieves had stolen clothes and a washing machine. My mother had bought big bags of soap powder and the thieves took them too, the funniest thing is what happened next; the large bag of soap had a very large hole which made it fall and when they stole all the soap it was thrown all the way until it could be seen up to two blocks away.😂Mimi sniffed everything and we followed the soap, it reached the thieves' house, we called the police and all the things were in that house and the police took them thanks to Mimi and the big bag of soap that was thrown, it was obvious that the thieves They were very stupid, it was either that or they were also drunk when they did this and the police caught them. Me and my family didn't know whether to feel sorry or laugh about the soap bag that gave them away.🤣
By JONATAN DAVID VEGA3 years ago in Petlife
When I Came Home
Late afternoon sun beamed gloriously over Welsh fields like torchlight through amber. The air was cold and heavy with manure, which – rank but fresh – electrified the sinuses.
By Richard Gwynn3 years ago in Petlife
Along Came A Dog
I love dogs. My family loves them too. My parents love the idea of a dog, but when it comes to having a dog visit our house or the idea of raising one, they were never really that keen on having one. Maybe it was having a dog when they were kids and losing them, or just not having a pet for so long since they moved from their homes in Sri Lanka, my parents probably just didn't want to invest a lot of time into a dog or any pet in that manner. But that all changed when we met Bowser. Bowser came into our lives through my sister's husband (who was her fiancé at the time when he first brought over Bowser). Usually, he would come over to either pick up or drop off my sister. But this time, he curiously was taking a while to get out of his car. Usually, we would hear the sound of his car pulling into the driveway, and within a minute there would be the ring of a doorbell. But he was taking a little more time than usual, with the back door of his car open, and him hunching down to get something. I got curious and walked out the door to greet him. And then came one of the nicest surprises.
By Birithivy Yogaratnam3 years ago in Petlife
The Boggle
Rats are weird. 'They're mischievous and cunning, intelligent and so very misunderstood. And yet, never before have I owned a pet, capable of reciprocating quite so much adoration and love.'
By Amy Lindop3 years ago in Petlife
Angel of Death
Like most people, I've only had a few near death experiences, however, I remember my first one clearly. It began when I was thirteen- still a young and bratty teenager.
By Grace Gerrish3 years ago in Petlife
Seraphina Ruth
Seraphina entered my life when I was just eight years old. On the day of her arrival, I ran home from the bus stop as fast as I could to meet her. She was still so small, only a couple months old. As an adult she would still be considered on the small side for a rottweiler, carrying a petite build with only ninety pounds on her. But on this day, she was so small I could pick her up and hold her in my arms. My sisters and I all sat on the floor to play with her and get to know her, but all the excitement quickly wore her out. As I sat on the hard floor with my legs crossed, she crawled right into my lap and fell asleep. I was so taken with her, with how she already trusted me enough to sleep soundly on my legs. What was I to do? I had homework and chores to get done, but this little ball of fur had felt safe enough with me to get some rest. So I sat there, occasionally petting her when her dreams seemed to tense. I couldn’t tell you how long I sat there, but it was long enough that when we finally arose from the floor, I could not feel my legs. Over her nine years of life, we would have many more nights like this. When life was too much for me, when the day was too long for her–we would comfort each other and make one another feel safe.
By Breanna Ludeman3 years ago in Petlife
I’m Learning To Be Gentle With My Aging Dog
If you’ve been following me for some or most of the time I’ve been writing, you know that one of my very best friends is my little dog, Libby. Or Mooch, as she’s known to immediate family, a few friends, and some social media contacts. She lives up to that name and then some.
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer3 years ago in Petlife
Beatty Suzanna
It was January 19th, 2014, when you came into my life. You were so very tiny, and no one really knew whether you were going to survive. When my friend found you and your other litter mates in a bowl under a truck in the middle of winter, hopes were not high. However, prayers sure were! She knew that the owner of that truck and bowl did not care for you; so, she rescued you all and brought you to our office.
By #KristinaWrites3 years ago in Petlife