humanity

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

Coco—The Prescription Puppy
Through tear-filled eyes, I pleaded with the pediatrician: “Doctor, what can I do to help my little boy? Every single time L.J. sees a dog, he instantly becomes SO terrified, the blood rushes out of his face, he bursts into screaming tears, and he scrambles up me; desperately clinging to my neck.”
By Karla Bowen Herman5 years ago in Petlife
Charlie Goes To Dinner
Charlie Goes to Dinner It was in the late 1980s when I was in hospital having an operation that this specific Charlie escapade occurred.
By a.a.gallagher5 years ago in Petlife
Von Bricklebrow House
Von Bricklebrow House The dog stopped running when he got to the fountain in the middle of the park. By stopped running, it didn’t mean he stopped moving. Now, he was swimming in the fountain, his big, hairy, black, furry body leaving a muddy trail in the water.
By Whitney Sweet5 years ago in Petlife
what my rescue dog taught me about fear
I was sitting in the Chicago airport, enjoying a super over priced hamburger before my flight, waiting for all my motion sickness meds to kick in. All of a sudden, this:
By Carrie Wisehart5 years ago in Petlife
Infertility & Dog Adoption
I know what you're thinking. How do dog adoption and infertility go hand in hand? Well, in all honesty, they don't. But I guess they sort of do. At least in my case, they did.
By Kate Fox5 years ago in Petlife
She was mine
Rantings and ravings at 1:05 to put off sleep as long as possible. I see her on some weekends. I have a picture on my fridge. I'm told I can see her whenever I want, and that I'll always be a part of her. I lie in bed at night wondering what will happen to her, if she's okay. Worse, that it keeps me up at night, I oversleep and I overcompensate for my missed work hours by staying up on purpose. The later I'm awake, the worse regrets come and things you must consider but that you can't deal with at 1:30 in the morning plague you between blinks. That keeps you up longer, and your outlook slides deep.
By Wray_written5 years ago in Petlife
My Life with Dogs
Prologue Today I live with two beautiful Pekingese dogs, Sir Rudy and Lady Penelope, and both of them belong to me. But this story is about Squeak, and the rescue that I started for Pekingese in 2013 and how I totally fell in love with all of them. Unfortunately, I still needed to find them their “forever” homes. However, they were all very special to me in their own ways. And each of them had their own personalities -- as you will soon discover.
By Linda Campbellton5 years ago in Petlife
Every Pet is a Once-in-a-Lifetime Pet
I recently had to say goodbye to my once-in-a-lifetime pet, a cat named Smokey. He was an oddball who showed up at our house one day and simply never left. For over ten years he was my best friend. When I went off to college, he was my roommate. I almost certainly spent more time with him than any human.
By Daniel Goldman5 years ago in Petlife
Little Weezy
The past 48 hours have been such a blur to me. You often hear people say things like, “life can change in an instant”, but until you experience it, you really don’t realize how true it is, or how some things we call “random”, are not random at all. I’ve never been the type of person to believe in miracles, I’m not even religious, but I can’t deny the life altering set of events that happened this weekend.
By Tilde Guajardo5 years ago in Petlife
Magicians
Iridescent blue and inky black. The shield of feathers, Crow wears on its back, fractale into one another ; transfiguring the shape of the body. Watch the choreography on the cracking driveway ; the crow tweaking its head. See it waddle forward and bow in a dance. Pricking up dust with a toenail beat... I follow the jump-skip. I draw lines between Crow’s eyes and mine. Watching. Staring. Stopping.
By Emma Graham5 years ago in Petlife
Stonington
Stonington didn’t come with much. He didn’t even have a name. He only had a box, just the size of a pair of sneakers, with a scuffed-up red ball, a grass-stained bandana, a small black blank notebook, and a barely surviving, badly chewed stuffed animal—though kingdom, phylum, class and such were no longer discernable, it made a bird-like sound when I poked it where the stomach would have once been.
By Jen Regan5 years ago in Petlife
Dog Bread
Dog Bread by Jesse Stone “Don’t come back ‘till you’ve hayed them hogs,” her voice called hard as the screen door slammed, both sounds of habit at this time of day.
By Jesse Stone5 years ago in Petlife