How Chubbs Changed My Life

That day I was at school but was very worried about my little dog Fifi. Fifi was my life, and last night I had found her bleeding a little from her privates. I had cleaned her and set her on her bed with some cotton below her for the night. But today morning, after I walked her and fed her, she seemed okay I had settled her on her bed while going to school. Still, somehow, I couldn’t concentrate on my school work my mind kept going back to Fifi the whole day. Finally when I got home I rushed to her room and opened the door to see her passed out on her bed, when I saw her my heart literally dropped because I thought she was dead. I picked her up to see that she was still breathing but as I picked her up I could hear her cry and I broke out in

I constantly feared the worst-case scenario: death. That feeling I had, it was something I wouldn 't wish upon anyone. My heart ached, hoping and praying for the best. Monday, we went to visit her, and she looked awful. She couldn 't even stand. Something in my mind told me she wasn 't going to make it. I tried to fight that feeling, but once we were home, I collapsed on my bead and burst into tears. I couldn 't shake the feeling she was going to die. It was the one time I wished for me to be wrong. Unfortunately, I wasn 't. Tuesday, she ended up passing away while being transported to an emergency animal treatment center.

September 27th 2009. I was on my dad’s weekend and my mom was in the hospital for a weeks. I would visit her every day and sometimes bring her flowers. But on september 27th I woke up and walked into my living room and my dad was sitting on the couch looking sad. I asked what was wrong and then a knock was heard on the door it was my step dad and half brother. My step dad had puffy eyes he was crying. He told me to sit down and my brother came out and sat next to me. My dad looked at us and he spoke up your mother had just passed this morning. I was shocked I was hurt I was scared.I didn’t know if i should cry or run away. I’ve learned that losing someone you love is tough.

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

"It's OK. Everything is going to be OK." Kind words I never wanted to hear. I had never been in love with such creatures . My three cats would dry up my tears and make my stomach hurt for laughing too much because of their mischievousness. All I can remember about that day are memories I had with my cats leaving me when I saw them for the last time.

We walk back to the shelters to get some sleep, and I sit there awake for a minute until my father falls asleep. In the morning when I awake, my father is very sick, so I take him to the doctor. The doctor rejects to help because he is a surgeon. I take my father back to the shelter to let him rest some more. I leave him to go outside to get more coffee. I think back to all the things me and my father have been through. Losing my mother and sister will always reply through my head, remembering them holding hands and moving off to the left, and my father holding onto my hand, and we walking away from them. The last thing I got to do was just look into there eyes and turn and walk away. Once I got back I found my father not there. I knew where he had gone, they had taken him to the furnace. I dropped to the floor wanting to cry, wanting to have a fit like a normal teenager. Deep into his feelings he thought “Free at last.” He was free to only think about surviving, and not to worry about anyone but himself. I will miss my father. I love him. I will never forget how much he did for me, he is the reason why I am still

My grandfather’s body was slumped over on one side of his wheelchair, and I screamed when seeing his face turning purple. A few moment later, my father ran into the house, and he immediately drove my grandfather to the hospital. The doctor told my family that my grandpa only had one week left to live. The next day, my father saw a text from my uncle saying that grandpa has passed away eight o’clock in the morning. My father felt regret since he did not have the chance to see him for the last time. I was overwhelmed and shocked by what my father told me. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding faster than the beating drum. It was at that moment my eyes started to become blurry because my tears slowly ran down my cheeks. My grandfather was the most inspiring man that I had ever made in my

It’s been 5 years since that night at my grandma’s house in 2012. We went up to my grandma’s cabin around Thanksgiving but something wasn’t right. My dog Birch wasn’t acting right. We went to bed thinking everything was ok, but during the middle of the night, Birch ran away. He was found in the woods near my grandparents house. My dad brought him back into the house and we all went back to sleep. But in the morning, I woke up to find Birch lifeless on the ground. My mother next to him and my dad on the bed. As I walked into the room I tried to hold the tears back but it was too hard. The tears flowed down my face and over my hands as I covered my mouth. Birch was dead. It took a while for this to

I kept thinking about TImothy and how amazing he was. I was walking to the beach when I heard Stew cat yelp. I searched for what felt like four hours. I finally found a cave. I tried to reach down to the bottom when I felt Stew cats paws on mine. Then, I felt three more sets of paws. I was confused, at first I thought there were more cats on the island, but then I realized that Stew cat had three baby kittens. I set my whole day to preparing a house for them and getting a lot of food.

Seeing an accident resulting in death, accidentally inflicting death or not having knowledge as to who, where, when, why and how of your cat may easily cause intense traumatic responses in people. If these described responses continue for the course of twenty-one to ninety days, talk to your doctor. Counseling may provide fresh ideas and free you from second guessing yourself.

As we drove to the vet, Aj was crying like hecka, and I was starting to tear up just watching Aj cry. When we reached the office and walked to the vet’s room, it was time to inject Rexx to put him to sleep. With watery eyes we watched as the vet injected the Euthanasia solution into Rexx. Rexx lied down slowly, and after a few more deep breaths, stopped breathing and died. Aj, mom, and I cried during the whole process. It was even more sadder since Rexx died with his eyes open, so you can just stare into his lifeless eyes. I closed Rexx’s eyes since I couldn’t bear to look into them, and we all continued to cry for a while. When it was time to leave, I petted Rexx for the last time feeling his soft puffy fur, and

At the age of 1, Oreo, a small cat, had damaged his eye and was taken to the vet. He was on the verge of almost losing something, but on his road to recovery Oreo and I had tough hope and wouldn't go down without a fight.

Early October a few years ago I was coming home from my grandma's house. When I walked in the door to my house and saw a strange box. I saw what was inside of the box and immediately was filled with joy and many questions to ask. I’ve always wanted a cat but my mom and dad wouldn’t let me have one in the house. In the drop of a hat I asked my dad where the kitten came from and if it was really ours. He said he found the kitten on the farm without a mother to care for it. Hearing that made put very sad thoughts in my mind. My dad went on telling me that the kitten could die if we didn’t keep it warm, teach it to use the litter box, and make it drink milk from a bottle. It was a long journey of fear and worry as the kitten got sick many times.

Let me start off with an apology. When things first began, it was simple. So it goes that life eases into a dull, rhythmic, verse. You got lost and that’s my fault. All I am is sorry. Where did you go, I wonder? I ripped you from my warmth so many times in the velvet of night. So many times you stayed hidden amongst the shelves and floorboards; finding yourself reserved to that small corner on the sofa. What were you thinking of then? Somehow, you always found your way back to me. Somehow you tangled yourself around my skin and frighten off the chill. This…this feels like goodbye. Where did you go? How neglectful I was to disregard you- the very thing that gave me so much consistent comfort. My soul bearer of entertainment on rainy days and

I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. His body made a hard impact on the ruthless concrete that caught his fall. In a blink of an eye, I dropped to my knees and was now wrapping my arms around his lifeless body, hoping my warmth would bring him back. But to my disappointment, his body was still. I let my numb fingers gently graze his bitterly cold skin. For every second my finger tips came in contact with his skin, my heart shattered even more. I choke back a sob when I dared to make eye contact with his blank ones. My mouth was uncontrollably spewing out apologies to the love of my life. I was sorry. I was in pain. My body was numb while my heart sunk, and my stomach twisted into a bitter