The car ride was quiet. It was the kind of quiet that makes you uneasy. I looked out the window into the darkness and all I could see was the quick flash of street lights as we drove past them. On my lap was the heavy carrier where my very deep breathing, furry companion was laying. As we took a turn into the parking lot my stomach dropped and I suddenly felt the lasagna I had for dinner that night trying to make a second appearance. We got out the car and the four of us headed towards the door. I always hated the vet. Growing up, my family had always had cats, from when I was born. For my ninth birthday I got two kittens, a tabby Bengal mix called Buster and a Russian blue named Blue, ironic I know. They didn’t look like brothers but you could always tell by the little diamond of white fur they both had on their chests. Even though I adored both cats, I had always drifted towards blue with his big eyes and his constantly playful mood, he became my best friend. Now here I was, eight years later holding my best friend in the lobby of a vets office with all the other sad looking animals. The peppy nurse with the high ponytail and big eyes, trying to make the situation better, led us into a room down the hall. This room was different than all the other rooms in the facility, it had a couch with tissue boxes everywhere you looked and pictures of puppies and kittens hanging on the walls. The nurse closed the door and hung a sign on the outside, I knew exactly what that sign
Cats have their own individual social needs. Jackson Galaxy says humans tend to see their cats through "human goggles" or "dog goggles". Meaning, humans tend to treat cats as things other than a cat. Treat your cat like a cat. You need to know about their body language, where they like being pet and how to pet them. Cats have their own needs and emotions, which are very different from the needs and emotions of humans or dogs. Referring back to the "dog goggles", there are two things that a cat does that people often read as they would with a dog's body language. The first one: Your cat is exposing its stomach. This is not a sign to pet your cats stomach. An exposed stomach means that your cat trusts you and is comfortable around you because they are exposing their midline, which is the most vulnerable part of their body. If your cat is exposing its stomach and you go to pet it, you will most likely be bit and scratched. The second thing: A wagging tail. When dogs wag their tails it means they are happy. With cats, this is not the situation. Most people mistake the wagging tail of a cat as the cat being happy. It mean the totally opposite. A wagging tail means your cat is agitated. "Over stimulation aggression:
He came to the shelter seeking to find his cat. He told me how he had decided to end things with his girlfriend and that the day after his cat was missing. Turns out his girlfriend proceeded to break into his house and steal his cat along with all the cats’ things. I had to break the news that she had brought the cat here to be euthanized. I then helped him gather his Louie Viton cat carrier (Goes to show how much he truly loved his cat), his beloved cat’s toys, blanket, and bed. This guy was a mess and it was very hard to experience. This concludes that along with all of the many good memories that came out of the volunteering experience at the shelter it isn’t all rainbows and smiles.
We were going to our neighbors on a hot day and all I was wearing was a messy bun, eyeliner, mascara, baggy T-shirt tucked into my high waisted jean shorts, and black converse. I was thinking about what I was going to do afterwards since the neighbor kids were only 7 and 4, until a scrawny little “Meow” was ahead of me. I froze to see a little kitten in the road staring at a car. All my thoughts vanished except for one: I had to save that cat. It brought me back 3 years ago to when I had my other cat, Swiper. He died and it was my fault.
In addition to this, weeks later, I found myself at a shelter looking for a dog. As I walked down the hallway I saw this dog that popped out at me. He was so little, dark brown, big bold brown eyes, and all white paws, sitting there looking at me waging his tail. He even resembled a dog I had in the past. So I asked the lady to see him. When she brought him out we played and had a great bond like I have never experienced with any of my dogs. My family was also at ease because he was the only puppy to interact without
That traumatic night clearly showed me all that I had to lose, people and pets alike, and how suddenly it could happen. It also made me appreciative of all that I currently have. Ultimately, I realized how empty my life would be without my pets’ companionship. My suffering ceased when I could finally see Sally again, and I knew that she would be fine for the time being. My overall experience during this phase of my life truly gifted me with a previously unseen perspective, allowing me to value my loved ones every
The house cat has been a favored companion for many years. Their small size and independent tendencies makes them ideal pets for those who do not want a high maintenance animal. They are quirky and show lots of love if you take care of them. Cats are complex animals, but can be great pets. They have their own way of doing things, but still can be a great companion. They have gone through a lot throughout the years, yet still have barely changed. Cats are interesting in their own ways, both their history and personalities.
Majestic, noble, and brave, this famous iconic wild animal on the planet has captivated the people since the beginning of time. They are most feared by other animals thus, known as the king of the jungle – no other than the lions. Member of the genus Panthera, the lion is one of the big cats in the Felidae family. A lion’s head and body size average about 4.5 to 6.5 feet and tail of about 26 to 40 inches in length. A lion also weighs about 265 up to 420 pounds and a size relative to a 6-foot human. These mammals are also carnivores. Lions have always seen hunting in groups called pride. While lions generally avoid a full-grown elephant, lions still prefer their preys large like the zebras, buffaloes, and giraffes. Poised as the top animal in the ecological pyramid, lions have strong physical qualities, fascinating reputation, and an unfortunate decreasing number of population.
I got up that morning getting ready for school, went downstairs and gave her a kiss before I left. The whole day I wanted to go home just to be with my puppy, and then I got a call from my mom. “Raina, you need to get your sister and come home,” Mom said. “Why?” I replied. “Lexie is not doing good so we need to take her to the vet, and end her suffering,” Mom said in a sad voice.
My mom got us in the car and we did a drive over to the Grapeland Bulldog Rescue, they mainly rescued English and French Bulldogs, but the one my mom was after was Sophia. Sophia was a fat, white, 4 years old, smashed face, face only a mother could love kind of dog. She was a frenchie and those are high dollar dogs, but we were allowed to take her as long as we paid to get her fixed. The way my mom put it we were Sophia's “retirement home”, she had had 8 litters of puppies! Anyway while my mom talked business inside, Ally and I went outside to play with some frenchie puppies. They were so cute, smashed faced, chubby little things. They were white and black and super cute. After what I wish was forever, my mom called us inside and she and the lady who ran the place led us out back, she showed us Sophia's sister and Sophia's boyfriend. Sophia getting ready with the lady's husband inside, at this point I had no idea what sophia looked liked. Sophia’s sister was a lot like Sophia white, chubby, and smashed faced. Sophia's boyfriend was the same except black, and he actually had a tail. We learned a bit
My new dog was staring blankly at me wondering when I would pick him up and take him home. I was at a ranch near Los Angeles, it was a humid day. The ranch had a large field and a small house probably enough for 3 people. The ranch smelled awful from all the animals and waste. Questions were racing through my mind. “ How would I know which one to pick?” “How would the dog react if I try to take him?” I thought about the questions my Mom would ask me if I chose one. “Are you sure that's the one you want?” “ There are many more to choose from.” We found the man that was keeping the puppies. He looked like he just got done working since he was covered in dirt head to toe.
I thanked Dr. April and her staff for having me there for the night. I got into my car, as I was about to pull out of my spot a red car flew into the parking spot beside me. The lady had a frantic look on her face. She ran to the passenger side of her car and grabbed a cat and ran in the front doors of the clinic. My drive home was very calm and quiet but all I could think about was that woman with the cat in the red car. I prayed for her peace and that the cat is ok. My experience at the animal clinic was amazingly fun, and emotional. I got to be around a variety of animals and learned that dealing with animals is way different than caring for humans. I am glad I got to experience what it would be like to be a vet, it gave me a clear understanding that I have chosen the right career for myself and that is being a
I felt shaky, and excited at the same time, because I was going to have a chance of having a dog. As I felt my nerves starting to tremble, me, my sister, my mom, my dad, and brother hopped into the car. We were rushing to get to Santa Monica to go meet some dogs at Much Love Animal Rescue. As we were on the road, I was thinking of the dogs my mom had shown me on the website. “Flower, a pitbull mix, Lance, a beagle whippet, and Thor, a papillon and shi tzu mix.” I nodded my head.
Sun shines through the cracked window, highlighting the swirling dust in the air. It bounces off the sparkling glasses and cutlery, setting the restaurant alight with sparkles. A slight breeze hits the shimmering chandelier, sending beautiful lights around the room. Despite this, the occupants are tense and quiet, except for a small cat, basking in the sunlight. Her ears flick back and forth despite the relaxed demeanour. Warm daylight shines through her soft, grey fur, making it look white. With her eyes happily closed, she emits an engine like sound, in sync with her breathing. The small purple ribbon around her neck is frayed, and a slight ringing comes from the attached bell as it swings.
My first dog was named Toby, he was a very white, ball of fluff. He blended in with the shiny white crispy snow on December 25, 2006. My sisters and I were on our way home from my dad’s house when all of a sudden we pulled into my mom’s house. On Sunday, December 25, 2006, Toby was waiting at our house. We all got out of the car on that cold snowy day and walked on the slippery sidewalk. The snow was like a chilling carpet on the bottoms of our feet. My mom opened the door with a camera so my sisters and I knew something was up. A shocking step in the house and we saw a very fluffy dog, we were very excited. He was like a deer in headlights. There was a bunch of screaming and yelling going on at that moment between the three of us. We
I remember when I was 11 years old and my dog, Happy, was sick with cancer. Since the moment we rescued Happy he was the sweetest, most energetic pet I had ever seen. He remained this way over the many years that we had him, hence, his name. I remember the day we decided it was time to let go. We took Happy to the veterinarian clinic and were taken into a little room. All four of us, my brother, my parents, and I, huddled around Happy as he was lying on the counter. The veterinarian gave us some time to spend with him alone and say our goodbyes. When she returned she asked if we were ready and gave him an injection that would take him away from this world forever. Happy was euthanized due to his illness. As terribly