humanity

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

Just a Dog
My father is the reason I love dogs so much. Well, perhaps not the only reason, but a huge contributing factor. We had several dogs as I grew up, and some of them were mine, but others were definitely my fathers. We didn’t always have dogs growing up, but the ones we had very memorable for different reasons. Two of the most memorable were his, one was his protector, the other was something else. I think the two that my father owned that had the largest impact on my life were these two. But there was another one that I barely remember, but I still somehow loved it. That dog had a profound effect on me as well and colored how I would see the animals. His name was Wilbur.
By Frank Shaw5 years ago in Petlife
My Fabulous Life with a 5 year old Bunny and a 10 year old Puppy.
My journey began in march 29th 2010.. Beautiful Gracie Marie was born and she was the runt of the litter... she is very funny pup ever since she was super little.. I love that I got to see her grow from her eyes just opening to her walking and see her prsonality show.. In many ways she is like a baby. She loves to chase her tail and she loves baths and being brushed and getting groomed she is a spoiled pup.. she is great with other animals and she loves her baby brother Petyr... Petyr is a eastern Cottontail he was rescued by my sister and my self in 2017, His birthday is sept 27th 2017.. Poor Petyr was attacked by a big dog.. he was very little and I gave him some milk and love and then tried to set him free but he wouldnt go.. so he has been in my life for 5 years now and he is well behaved little boy. he loves his big sister Gracie,
By Jessi Small- Price5 years ago in Petlife
Just a Dog
I’ve loved dogs since I first realized what they were, four-legged loyal companions that were silly, dump, and just lovely creatures that were both protectors and friends. As I get older my love for them increases, to the point now where I feel the need to become more active in the pet community and make strides to both understand them better and volunteer my time to help them. My experience is my own, though similar to folks that live in rural areas no doubt. There’s something unpolished about how the treatment of dogs in rural communities. Many people don’t give them the respect they deserve, though it depends on the person.
By Frank Shaw5 years ago in Petlife
Clusterfu@# chapter
Clusterfu@# - Chapter 1 In July 1997, a stubborn 25-year old, young lady determined to stay in California, USA got off a plane from a little village in Southern Germany with 2 suit cases.
By Orela5 years ago in Petlife
Angel Haven
Imagine if you can a 5 story brick building in the middle of 5 acres of land with fencing all around at about 7 feet high. At the north end of the land there is a beautiful man-made lake with benches and a small dock to fish off of. At the east end of the land you see a small little forest of Evergreen trees and weeping willows, with a trail going towards the southern end of the land. The west end of the land is all open fields, lots of space to run around and just have fun! As you walk up the front walk way you see a large sign "Angel Haven".
By Angelina M. Daugherty5 years ago in Petlife
The Tarantula Story
I met my future ole biker dude in late 2010, and we hit it off really well. Soon we decided we’d meet each other’s friends, journey around the countryside on his bike and see where things would lead. In July 2011 we rode his Harley out to a place called Rolling Thunder Bar and Grill, a biker hangout south of Fluvanna, Texas, planning to camp out for the weekend with a couple of his friends I’d only met once before ..… Rolling Thunder is a pretty cool old place, way out in the middle of nowhere, in a wild-ish desert scrub landscape. It’s a nice little ride getting there, especially if you meander along the Caprock.
By Lil Red5 years ago in Petlife
Wolf and the Raven
“Stay with me…” she begged, but it was too late. Her black eyes followed his back into the trees, only paw prints in the dirt to remind her that it wasn’t a dream. The moon calls to his wild heart and not even the wings of a raven could contend with his love to run. In the distance his howl told her that he’d shifted, and his pack answered in full. Music of the hunt circled through the underbrush making goosebumps raise across her pale skin, blood splattered here or there from the deer laying motionless, half eaten in the clearing. Stomach rumbling she didn’t bother to change, instead shoving her hands into the chilled belly of the doe, ripping a chunk of fatty meat out and eating it raw. Blood coated her mouth and as the meat slid down her throat she smiled, the sadness of his departure only deep behind those black eyes. He hunted for her on the full moon, the lone wolf, the protector, her love. The wilderness that brought them together the only thing holding them apart. Ripping another chunk of meat from the deer she fell into the memory of how they first met, the day he almost died.
By Ember C.5 years ago in Petlife
Cat for You
The most interesting tattoos seem to have a story or association with a person, place, thing, or memory that is forever etched as an illustration. For someone who doesn’t have a single tattoo, I am fascinated by others’ accounts of what the symbolism on their bodies represent for them, the “why” behind each work of art. Surely there are those who may not have explanations for their tattoos – maybe they just chose certain designs for pure aesthetic qualities – but the tattoos that do carry stories for the people who welcome them onto their bodies like canvases, those hold a special quality worth more than 1,000 words.
By ANITA RACHELLE5 years ago in Petlife
A Vet Tech's Farewell to Her Best Friend
I am a veterinary technician. This means I educate pet owners and non-pet owners alike. I answer questions, take vitals, collect blood, urine, stool, skin cell (or other cytology) samples, give vaccines or other injections, keep medical records up-to-date, admit and monitor sick patients, place catheters, administer medications, take radiographs, administer sedatives and local anesthetics, induce anesthetic planes, and provide recovery care. I must have a good math and science skill set; my calculations and knowledge must be accessed accurately and efficiently executed in even the most adrenaline-rushed situation.
By Julie Westphal5 years ago in Petlife
The Bottom of the Planet
I celebrated the beginning of my 42nd orbit of the Sun by visiting Santa Barbara, CA where my lovely friend treated me to a reiki session. I’d never even thought of reiki before but since it was already set up for the day of my birth I was kind of looking forward to it. That morning I found myself in the dentist’s chair and returned home in time for my session with a numb face. Not to worry, my reiki therapist assured me it was fine, my face was not needed for the session. I knew my therapist was only told two things about me: my name is Amber and today is my birthday. As the session progressed she was saying things that really hit home, she called out my parental relationships to a tee. Then as she passed over my lower legs she made a startled noise and laughed a little. I asked what that meant and she told me she has seen spirit animals in other sessions and only a few have been birds but just now she swore a penguin leapt out at her. This made me laugh and I admitted to her I was going to work in Antarctica in just a few months.
By Amber Claybourne5 years ago in Petlife
The elephant in the room
Elephants have always been my favourite animal, everyone around me knew this, though most people never knew why. I was never close to any of my father's side of the family, they didn't want to have anything to do with us and quite frankly the feeling was mutual. But there was always one person who never let us believe we were unwanted or unloved, he made sure we knew that he loved us and that we were important to him.
By SuzieLouise5 years ago in Petlife
WHAT WE CAN LEARN FROM ANIMALS
We can learn so much from wolves! They live so closely as a “Pack” (or family) that it is impossible to break the pack. True, there is the dominant ‘alpha’ pair --- but someone needs to be in charge. Siblings babysit siblings, caring for their little brothers and sisters. And when it’s time to hunt, the pack will hunt and feed together.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff5 years ago in Petlife