therapy
Pets are more than just playmates; all about pet therapy and the healing power of animals.
Sasha and Jalean
Today Dejai was graduating. Although it was only 5th grade, it was a big deal. Our family had experienced a great loss. On May 1st of 2017 my son passed away from a terminal asthma attack. In our culture, we celebrate the life left behind, not the void left inside of us. All we knew how to do was embrace one another and keep each other close.
By Deidre Melson2 years ago in Petlife
Four Paws and One Big Heart
Where do you go when the pain inside is unbearable? When your heart is breaking and you just can't seem to connect with life in the real world? I was walking around mummified. I was in auto-emotive mode. Wake up, eat, dress, go to work, come home, get in bed and cry... rinse, repeat.
By Susan Downs2 years ago in Petlife
Perfect Little Heeler
Tos my Mom, My cold wets nose pressed against your face. The endless kisses every times that I sees you. Hugs unlike any other. You didn't makes a million dollars, fix hungers and poverty, or wins a Nobel prizes. In fact, you barely mades it through your day with enoughs energy to makes it to your bed and are lucky yous only got one lecture from your boss today. Yous more than likely pissed peoples off, messed things ups and could have dones better than you did. Buts I ams here. Waiting with the truests unconditional loves, that can only comes from a little Heeler, likes me. There are no strings attacheds, no expectations to meets. Minuses dinner time ofs course. God blesses the human whos forgets my food, or my favorite cactus to pees on during my walks, or the myriad of thingses you are nots allowed to touch in my special hiding spot I dugs out in the backyard. But I ams joy in its mostest concentrated and purest form. I ams light in a universe full of darkness. Darkness that takes many forms ins our world. Darkness that touches us whether wes are looking for its or not. Its is impossible to avoid. My lights breaks through that darkness and shineses so you find your smile again, even ons the worst of days. You sees it, it's there, brights and shining. The love ins my eyes ands the excitement that makes me vibrate. Wagging my little tail for alls it's worth. It may starts with my tails, but it gradually works its ways through my entire body tills I looks like I might wiggle myselfs straights across the room. That excitement whens you pick up the new stuffy yous bought me, the anticipation froms that first squeaks before yous throws it, and the pride when I comes running backs to hands it to you like I's the one who dids something momentous today. Well, I dids if you asks me, I means if I could talks of course. Because today I actually mades it all the way back to yous with my stuffy befores I was completely distracteds by the strange smells all over yous from the day, and yes, that includes the betrayal of petting another doggo you saws at the stores on your ways home from works. But I forgives yous anyways. I asks nothing of you yet gives yous my everything. All I ams, is yours. All I has, is yours. Well, agains, except for the stuffs in my special spot. That's still off limits to ALLS humans ands other animals. It's nots up for debate so no points in dwelling on its. I will protects you with my life, from alls, friend and foe alikes. Especially foe, but maybes alsos that friend who wears the really bigs hat ons his head that covers his face so thats I think he is foe, but then realizes hes is friend when he takes its off. We are nots a fan of being tricked. I will gives you supports when the world gets too bigs and too hard to deals with. I will gives you comforts when you are sad or lonelys and needs a shoulder to cry on. I ams your protector, companions, joy and peace. Yous are my everything, my world, my entire lifes, everything I lives for. I am so happy yous are home. To me, yous ARE home. And the moment yous walks in the door and gets one of my hugs after a horriblys long day of chaos and crazinesses in the world, a means boss who really doesn't likes you, the ugly ways people treats each others without a second thought yous realize, you are so relieved and happys to be home. And whens you think about it, its becomes so clear. Yous sighs with relief and smile with thats infectious joys that I so easily accesses and radiates with a passion. Because I ams a silly, frustrating, perfects little Heeler. And to yous, I ams YOUR home. Forevers to the moons and back.
By Megan Ratzlaff2 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 #KristinaWrites2 years ago in Petlife
Papa's Pets.
My grandfather, (Papa as we've always called him, unless that is, you needed his attention, then a stern Richard would bring his head out of his bag of circus peanuts or away from the dog he was petting) built his life with calloused hands. Everything he did showed the blood and sweat he poured into it.
By Campbell Diesel2 years ago in Petlife
I will always love you, Reese Peanut Butter Butt Weinerkins. Top Story - September 2022.
MY RESSEKINS. You were the best. So soft and cuddly, so warm and snuggly. You always knew what was up, and were never afraid of jumping down, no matter what height you were at. Crazy dogger.
By Kerry Williams2 years ago in Petlife
The Way of the Range
“Why do you always wear black?” “I’m in mourning for my life.” —Masha The Seagull *** To be alive is to mourn. Beds where we once rested our heads, people we once rested beside, animals we’ve loved, family we’ve lost, our bodies. We mourn what has been, what can never be again, hopes dashed, love soured, spring flowers that cannot last. Some days I mourn my 20 year-old knees, my grandmother’s ability to drive a car after dark, cities where young love dripped from me, my child-feet standing on my father’s surfboard, his head still full of hair. Memory, a sweet grief, exquisite and excruciating.
By Jen Parkhill “JP”2 years ago in Petlife
My Soul Mate Has Four Legs
The last few years have been pretty tumultuous for a lot of people, for a lot of different reasons. Between a Pandemic impacting heavily on both my home life and professional life, a relationship breakdown and life in general doing what life does, it has been a busy and stressful chapter of my life. I know I’m not alone in this, and even though that is comforting to know I’m not the only one struggling at times like these, it can still feel like a very lonely experience especially when we are separated from the people we love through no choice of our own. Simple things we might have coped with before become compounded and feel insurmountable.
By Lilly Cooper2 years ago in Petlife