humanity

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

The Blessings of the Season
I was sick when I started this story last year and never had the strength to finish it when it was relevant. Pip had also died during that time, so writing was very difficult for me. I'm finishing it now--because it's time. Merry Christmas and Happy Hannukah to everyone who celebrates them--and may the blessings of the Season be upon you all, no matter who or where you are.
By Kimberly J Egan10 months ago in Petlife
Stray Dogs in Tbilisi
No one can keep an accurate track because the registration and chipping is not systematic, but there are estimated 120,000 stray dogs in the country of Georgia, with up to 45-50,000 roaming in Tbilisi. It is a lot for a population of 1.4 million people.
By Lana V Lynx10 months ago in Petlife
The passing of pets
We've all heard that expression, "you don't need to be blood to be family," but does that also apply to pets in September? I lost the dog that I had had for about 15 years. I'm not much of a dog person. I'm more of a cat person. My dog Rosie was a corgi mix, and to be 100% honest, in the beginning, I really did welcome the dog. Sadly, I thought my dog was kind of ugly, and I rejected her, but the dog did something I couldn't believe she did. She saved my life. I won't get into detail, but let's say I was actually gonna hurt myself, and my dog saved me. She even got the cat to help. Stop me from hurting myself. That is why I love my animal so much, so when they passed away, it was a heartbreaking day that still is to this day. Nothing can fill that void. Yes, I currently have two other cats. They're amazing animals, but not as amazing as the two that recently passed. Amber was born a stray. She was a runt, but she was a fighter, even as we all know runts usually don't survive because the mother refuses to feed them. The original owner that, at a young age, Amber began eating dry food to survive. She was a fighter.
By stephanie borges11 months ago in Petlife
MONROE SUCCULENT P.2. AI-Generated.
Monroe succulent, also known as chubby little stone flower, has a natural, gentle beauty. With the light green color of the leaves, the pink, white, and yellow colors of the flowers will brighten up any space.
By HieuDinh11 months ago in Petlife
The Little Dog Who Mended a Broken Heart. AI-Generated.
When Emma lost her husband, the silence in the house became unbearable. Every sound — the creak of the old floorboards, the hum of the refrigerator, the ticking of the clock — reminded her that Tom was gone. He had been her best friend, her laughter, her favorite argument partner. Without him, even the sunlight through the curtains seemed dull.
By Ishaq khan12 months ago in Petlife
Bat brains are like live GPS devices that map the world.
For the first time ever, researchers have observed how mammals' brains function when they navigate in the real world, not in a lab.
By Francis Dami12 months ago in Petlife
Long-held beliefs about dinosaurs before an asteroid strike are called into question by new research.
According to recent studies, North American dinosaur populations were flourishing just prior to the asteroid collision that caused their global extinction 66 million years ago.
By Francis Dami12 months ago in Petlife
The Whisper of Hope
When 68-year-old Mariana Torres suffered a massive stroke, doctors told her family to prepare for the worst. The vibrant woman who once filled her home with laughter and music now lay motionless, her breathing sustained only by machines. Her daughter, Lucia, sat beside her bed every day, clutching her mother’s fragile hand, whispering prayers and stories, hoping for any sign of life.
By Anthony Scottabout a year ago in Petlife
The IUCN has officially declared the once-widespread migratory bird known as the slim-billed curlew extinct.
There are now even more animals on the list of those driven to extinction. A charismatic bird, Australian marsupials, and a few plants are among the species that the International Union for Conservation of Nature (IUCN) has formally declared extinct in its most recent report.
By Francis Damiabout a year ago in Petlife
An Open Letter to Minister Joanne Thompson: Save Canada’s 30 Beluga Whales from a Needless Death
To the Honourable Joanne Thompson, Minister of Fisheries, Oceans, and the Canadian Coast Guard, We, as concerned citizens, zoo patrons, scientists, zoo professionals, and advocates, are writing to you today with deep concern for the thirty beluga whales currently in an uncertain situation at Marineland Canada. With the facility now closed to the public and facing financial collapse, the fate of these animals rests entirely on the actions of your office.
By Jenna Deedyabout a year ago in Petlife
Maanu the Cat and the City That Turned Into a Jungle
Maanu the Cat and the City of Humans BY: Ubaid My name is Maanu the Cat, and for the past few days, I have left the jungle behind to explore life in the city. You may ask, why? Because I never liked jungle life much. But oh dear! Right now, my stomach is growling so loudly that it feels like a whole army of rats has died in there. As I wandered through the streets, my eyes caught sight of a butcher’s shop. Perfect, I thought, maybe I’ll find something to eat there. But what I saw and heard made my fur stand on end. The butcher was mixing fresh meat with spoiled meat. His young helper, worried, said softly, “Master, if you do this, people will fall sick.” The butcher turned and slapped the boy hard across the face. “Why do you care if they get sick? People are already dying. If not from this, then from the coronavirus or something else. What difference does it make if a few more die?” I was horrified. My whiskers trembled, and without a second thought, I ran away from that place. As I continued along the road, I noticed an old woman struggling to cross the street. She muttered desperately, “Oh God, how will I reach the doctor? How will I pay his fees to save my child’s life?” Cars were parked everywhere in the wrong places, blocking her way. But her motherly love gave her courage. Somehow, she managed to cross, though in the process she brought traffic to a halt. Angry drivers hurled insults at her, and cars swerved dangerously. My tail flicked nervously as I realized—here in the city, patience and kindness seemed to have vanished. Just then, another cat appeared before me, carrying a large piece of meat in her mouth. She came closer and spoke warmly, “Hey sister cat, you look new here.” I nodded shyly. “Well, then you’re our guest! Hungry? Take this piece of meat.” I hesitated. “But you brought it for yourself.” She laughed and said, “If we don’t look after each other, then who will? Even cats must live by loyalty.” Her kindness filled my heart with warmth. I devoured the food, grateful beyond words. After eating, I decided to take a walk to clear my mind. Soon I came across a young boy, his clothes torn and dirty. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he whispered, “Mother, I’m so hungry.” My heart ached. I thought, Don’t worry, child. That man at the burger stall will give you something to eat. But what happened next shook me to the core. Instead of compassion, the stall owner slapped the boy repeatedly. “Get lost! Go die with your parents if you’re hungry. Don’t bother me!” he shouted cruelly. The little boy ran away, sobbing in a way that pierced my soul. I had always heard that humans were creatures of love and kindness. But here, I was seeing the opposite. As I walked further, I suddenly heard gunshots. Screams filled the air. People cried out, “They’ve killed everyone! No one was spared!” Later, I learned that unknown attackers had opened fire in the marketplace, killing innocent people before escaping. My paws froze. How can humans kill each other so mercilessly? Back in the jungle, every animal—though wild—respected the balance of life. Yes, we hunt to eat, but we do not kill out of hatred. Here, in this city built by humans, I saw hearts harder than stone. I remembered my mother’s words: “If love disappears from the human heart, it becomes a wild beast. True cities are built not with bricks and roads but with compassion and kindness.” Looking around at the bloodshed, the cruelty, and the selfishness, I realized something shocking—this so-called “city” was more of a jungle than the one I had left behind. And my jungle, where animals shared and lived in balance, was more like a real city—a place of harmony and care. So, with heavy steps, I turned back toward my true home, the jungle. Before leaving, I wanted to leave a message for the humans I had observed: “Dear humans, this is a wake-up call. Your nation, your society, your very future is in danger—not because of natural disasters, not because of animals, but because of the lack of love in your own hearts. If you want peace and happiness, start by spreading love. Care for the hungry child, respect the elderly, speak the truth in your trade, and protect one another. Only then will your cities truly shine as cities, not jungles.” And with that, I padded away into the forest, carrying both sadness and hope in my heart. Because love—only love—can heal.
By Ubaid about a year ago in Petlife
Help Stray Cats in the Winter
I’m currently looking after three stray cats in my garden. This is due to their previous owner not giving a crap and choosing to leave them outside to fend for themselves. So if you read this previous owner, I would just like to say I think you are inhumane. Shame on you!
By Simon Aylwardabout a year ago in Petlife