Isn't it ironic that the very best of humanity is seen through the love and empathy we show to our pets?
To all the lost but never forgotten pets of the world and their owners.
## A journey of the self through Felix the half Siamese Little did I know, but sure was I in for a rocky road at the age of 12 all things of certainty was about to change.
It was the end of a hard day working at a cooperative farm. My nails were full of ground even after washing them a hundred times. We were starving, wanting to eat something as fast as we could.
Spirit Animals-journey of characteristics and fantasy
What are the reasons to have this as the spirit animal? What is your spirit animal? How do you come know that it is your spirit Animals.
Heart To Rescue
"Not all Those Who Wander are Lost." -C.S. Lewis I guess you could say I have always been a stray magnet. Even as a very young child I remember feeling an odd, soulful connection to the many homeless wanderers that somehow managed to find me wherever I happened to be. On the swing set in my yard, playing in the wooded area behind our house or just walking home from school, no place was immune to what I believed to be my ability to attract animals in need.
Little Orphan Annie
July of that year was a rough month to be a dog without a home. As I recall, there was rain almost every day that July. And a bit in the lead-up week in June... and more to kick off August. It was miserable. And I had a house and a garage.
I Save an Animal a Day by Being Vegan
There are many animals in shelters, waiting to find their home. But then there are those, who have little chance of being rescued...
Sitting Down On The Job
Scooby needs three different antibiotics that make him nauseated if given too quickly, so I sit with him for 45 minutes while I slowly administer the medications
An Important Reminder from My Dog to Me… and to You
It was another typical night bringing my dog out to relieve herself just before we all sat down to relax and watch T.V. I was not in the best of moods as my obsessive mind cycled through past, present, and future anxieties of life. It was also cold, and I just wanted her to do her business as quickly as possible. Thank god for the leash attached to my hand because without it, I would have forgotten all about my beautiful little potato sniffing the grass for the best area to mark her territory. That’s how lost in my head I was.
Carrying a hurt dog down the mountain to safety.
Tia Vargas and her father go hiking every year, and this year's trip was up to Table Rock in the Grand Tetons in early July. Vargas was about a mile down the trail with her father, just below the 11,000-foot summit, when she came across a distraught family of hikers who had discovered an injured English springer spaniel.
Gaining Confidence and Love
Deja. Why did I pick the name Deja for my rescue dog? Deja means "already" in French. I named her Deja because when I saw her picture on the rescue's website she was already my dog, before we had even actually met. Something about her beautiful smile and brown eye just drew me in. I knew she was meant to be my dog. I emailed about her immediately.
To the uncaring
I don’t remember the last time I saw Shelly, but I have many other memories of her, both good and bad. She was half beagle half golden retriever, and her golden brown coat glowed promising an innocence that did not align with her personality. It was beyond mischief, but a desperate and savage will to survive. I remember hearing that she was the runt of a pack of six or seven, which made sense because she was constantly trying to prove herself amongst the ranks of our family. She would try to push around my brother and I, but we were able to outdo her when we worked together. There’s a distinct memory of my little sister crying in the corner while the dog was trying to bully her out of her territory. She was like that with territory, even when she was trained she would hold in her urine until she got home to remind us that she lived here too, and my father reprimanded her to remind her that he knows that already.
They Rescued Me
I can't remember a time as a child when my family didn't have a dog. Sometimes more than one. The companionship one gets from a dog is something beyond compare. In our home I was taught to love our animals, that I had a responsibility to them; they didn't choose us, we chose them. This kind of lesson is one that is priceless and everlasting. After my parents divorced my family no longer had a pet dog, mostly because my stepfather liked cats so that's what we had.