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My Lucky Penny
Pictured above is some therapy parts-work I had done with my my E.M.D.R. therapist in July of 2020. To anyone unfamiliar, in a nut-shell, these images represented the different parts of myself ranging from my self-destructive self to my care-free/ joy- like self. This daunting task of evaluating what makes up, well..me, was difficult and made me realize there are many more parts to me than just the self-destructive patterns I had learned and been taught. This was the point in my recovery journey where everything started to make more sense, and as much as I wish I could tell you that was a relief or made life easier, it didn't, however what life had in store for me just around the corner was going to be one of the best parts yet.
Amanda OlejniczakPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeTripods Story
I don't know exactly what happened to Tripod, but I am going to tell you what I can from his point of view and what I can imagine he thought and felt from the details I learned after saving his life because I was so upset that I had to know who would have done this to him.
How Rocky Got His Name
I come from the desolate, thickly wooded back roads of Jackson County, Ohio. My house sat atop a slightly sloping hill among the wispy fields of weeds and the crunch of gravel roads. I was tucked in between two small towns, with a lonely two lane interstate connecting them (and me) to civilization. Fireflies and stars were the only sources of light on the road. No street lamps around there.
A. L. SimpkinsPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeLucy In The Sky
When my oldest son walked up with a brown mutt in tow, I heard that classic line for the first time: "She followed me home. Can I keep her?" He knew, of course, that I wasn't really interested in having a pet at that time. But we did live outside of town, and we had a fenced-in yard.
Laura PruettPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeFurbaby
Every night she goes to bed alone, sometimes there is a tear which she dabs away before cleaning her face in the bathroom. Then she switched the light out and goes back to the bedroom and slips under the duvet, sometimes switching on the electric blanket.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeMidnight Magic
My sons were in their teens when they came home from their friend’s house. “Mom,” my younger son, Jim said, “Chris’s mom’s cat is pregnant.”
Margaret BrennanPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeWhen We Had Mooch
Mooch came to us from a rather carefree hobo-style of life. He had shown up in the little town near us and started his rounds as if he knew the place. He would begin his day at the hardware store, all 60 pounds of his big brown eyes and black Labrador smile convincing the owners to share their lunches. From there, he made his way to the grain elevator, the dairy freeze, and the furniture store where he made more friends. At the local grocer, it was guaranteed that he would arrive around the time that they were tossing out meat scraps. He was an extremely social animal; in between snacks with his human friends, he would get together with his dog friends. Due to his party-animal mentality, the town was developing a running dog pack, and concerned citizens felt like something unfortunate was just over the rise. So one day, Dad invited Mooch to come home with us in the pick-up truck. He described our acres of running space, the expected chores that went with being a farm dog, and kids to play with; Mooch accepted.
Lydia StewartPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeThank You For Being Our Fighter
Why I called you Fighter is one of my fondest memories. The first time I laid eyes on you was at the animal shelter. You were in one of the cages lined against the wall.
T.R. MAGNOPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeIn It Together
Over the years our house has seen many animals come and go. Some were fostered before moving on to their forever homes, some stayed until they crossed the rainbow bridge. All had one thing in common, they were rescued from bad situations. Some neglected, some abused, some homeless. We took in any animal in need, including, but not limited to, a fawn, rabbits, birds, cats, dogs, a pig, and even a few humans. I even trap mice live and take them far enough away to not come back. I always take them in the morning, hoping to give them the best chance to find adequate housing by nightfall.
Bonita L PetersonPublished 2 years ago in Petlifecat
Sincerely suggest that you should never raise a cat when your mind is hot. Be sure to prepare in advance and analyze the things that need to be prepared. You must treat cats with the mentality of being responsible to them to the end, so that you can raise cats. Here are some tips for raising cats.
Saffron the Wonder Dog
We got Saffron when I was very young. I’m not sure exactly how old, but I know that there was a conversation around either getting a dog or a rabbit. Saffron was much better than any rabbit ever could have been. She was the fluffiest golden retriever I have ever known, with pale yellow fur that never darkened to the rich gold I’ve seen in other retrievers since.
Claire Stephen-WalkerPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeA dog almost named Cookie
My family is one of thousands that rescues stray animals. There was never a time we didn't have at least one former-stray companion living with us. Right now, we have two cats: one named Mimzy and the other Minnie, and two dogs, a German Shepherd named Remo and a mix named Heidi.
Chezney MartinPublished 2 years ago in Petlife