My Experience In My Life

My mom and I were in the car with the windows down listening to the rock station on the radio. There we were talking about the new cat we were going to be adopting. I was excited for a new cat. I was thinking "What would this new cat look like?" "Would he or she fit into the family well?" "Will the cat be like my other cat?" Just then the view of the humane society came into focus.

I always have thought to myself how my mother can live up and always stay positive with her rough childhood and adulthood. One day I decided to ask her about her childhood and adolescence years. I then asked her, “Can you tell me about your background years?” She started off by saying “I was raised in a not so amazing neighborhood in New York, which was Queens.” I wanted to know more and get into her life journey even more, so we talked the whole night about her life journey.

My mom wanted to move to Indiana and my dad wanted a cat. My mom didn't want to take Shadow on the long drive, so we ended up giving Shadow to my dad. My mom and I moved to Indiana. When we got here I still really wanted a cat and really missed shadow. My mom got me a surprise that we still have today! She got me a new cat named Sylvester! He is a short haired tuxedo cat. I remember getting him and being so happy I had another cat.

I was a sophomore in high school when I rescued a kitty. In the middle of freezing January morning, I woke up to my dad babbling about a kitty outside. My dad needed my help. I got up instantly and followed my dad to the basement and found an orange kitty curled up in the window well. I thought it could die any time. My dad carefully picked up the fragile kitty up and put her in a safe cage. I watched the kitty, unsure what to do. I finally decided to give the kitty a bath and fed it with milk. It was unbelievably thin, I could feel the ribs as I pet her. I took care of her daily. After two weeks, the kitty recovered so well, it made me ask my parents to let me keep it. Our debate lasted for about a week until they finally let me to keep it. I was so thrilled. This

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.

Have you ever been in a conversation where you have no clue what to say next. Have you ever been in a situation where you see someone you don't know and wanna talk to them but dont have the courage to say anything?

I was lonely, empty, anxious, and bored. I had gone through the same thing every day, every year for the past three years. I knew that this year was the big one, the home-stretch. I knew I had big decisions to make, life-altering decisions. I had a lot of work ahead of me. Filling out college applications, finding scholarships, the SAT, getting good grades so that I could graduate with high honors and get into a good school, the list of responsibilities is endless. I could feel the pressures building up, like lava underneath Earth’s surface. I could feel all the expectations that everyone had for me. For the first time in my life, I didn’t know what came next, I didn’t really care. I just knew I desperately ached for novelty. I needed new experiences, not lasts. For me, when stress builds up, I evacuate. I detach myself and then the loneliness seeps in and takes charge. It was then, during my desperate need to escape from my responsibilities and the need to fill the emptiness I was feeling, that I

When I was six I really, really wanted a dog. I dreamt of adorable, white, fluffy, female dog that would follow me to school and let me dress her up. So every waking moment I would say to my parents things like, “We need something to protect the house when we are gone, we should get a dog,” or, “We need something that will play outside with us, let’s get a dog,” or, “My friend has a dog so we should get a dog.” Soon enough my parents went to the pet store and bought a dog for our family of five, soon to be six. At the time, my older sister, younger brother and I were at my grandma’s home so we were unaware of the surprise we would receive when we got home.

When I was 10 years old, I didn’t want a bike for my birthday. I didn’t ask for games and I didn’t ask for toys, what I asked for was cat food. Over the past year, I had been volunteering at my local humane society, socializing cats and walking dogs in the hopes that they would be able to someday find their forever home. For as long as I can remember I’ve had a special affinity to animals. My best friends for the beginning of my life were my cats Theo and Chicken, and after rescuing Chicken from the animal shelter, I wanted to find a way to help animals that had more trouble getting adopted. As soon as I was old enough, I began volunteering at our local animal shelter, Homeward Bound. The feeling of coaxing a cat out of hiding and acclimating

When my mom told me we were going to Hardeeville to get a cat I was so excited because this cat will be the first cat I owned. So the day had came to go get Mishka. I was so curious thinking what color the cats were going to be, there size, or if they had short or long hair. When we arrived to the house, I got so excited.We got out of the car and walk into the house and all I see are the kittens. One of the kittens was sleeping, while

When I was a kid I always wanted a cat, I even had a stuffed cat with gold and brown fur that I called Sammy. I had the stuffed cat for many years and you could tell, because it was missing an eye and most of its stuffing. My parents wouldn’t buy me a cat, because my mom didn’t like cats. One day I saw a stray cat in my yard and it looked exactly like my stuffed cat Sammy. When I saw the cat I thought that it was my chance to finally have a cat, so I took a box, put it over the cat, and it was trapped in there. I ran to my parents and told them that i caught a cat. My parents said that i shouldn’t keep the cat in the box and that i could keep it if it stays outside. I ran to the cat, took the box off of it, and it ran away. A couple days later

In late September of 2012, I was shocked when my family got me what I had been begging for after my cat died. My mom, grandparents, and I were almost to the dog-breeding farm where I was possibly going to get my new puppy. When we got to the place with the puppies my grandma and I were arguing over which puppy we were going to choose.

A few years ago on a brisk day during Summer break, I went outside for a bike ride with my little sisters. As we were pulling our bikes out of their places on a bike rack, a small meow appeared in the soft breeze. Each of us looked around the yard, in search of who the meow belonged to. I was searching near one of our cars, and I had spotted a small, fluffy ball of fur hiding behind a tire. I calmly tiptoed over to the car, careful to not scare the furry creature. I leaned down on my knees and peered under the car, a cat with white and cream colored fur sat cowering. I called out to the fearful cat, “Here buddy,” in a calm, high pitched voice, hoping to calm his nerves and lure him out from under the car. It did not do justice, he still remained hidden behind the tire. After a few tries, I lifted myself off the ground and went inside my house to grab some cat food and water. After gathering the items I took them outside and left them against the garage door, that way they wouldn’t get crushed when the cars pulled out of the drive-way. For the next few weeks I refilled the empty bowls of food and water, and eventually moved the dishes onto our front porch. One early morning after a month of feeding him, he came onto the porch scratching and meowing at the door, he wanted some food. He had finally gained a bit of trust. I happened to be home when he came to the door, I opened it carefully, not to scare him, and stepped out. He was still skittish, but he had gained some trust for me, and

One cloudy day, in early September, I was walking around our property. All of the sudden, a scrawny orange cat slowly and painfully crept up to me. I began to play with him for a while, but as I started walking back towards my house the cat followed me. He followed me all the way up to the door. I went inside and grabbed can of tuna and fed it to him. While the cat was eating I tried to pet him. I regret that decision. The cat turned back, with surprisingly

And emotional breakthrough that I have experienced is, when my 93 year old grandmother had to be rushed to the hospital because, her stomach was bloated. So when my grandmother arrived at the hospital, and they took her to the back they had told us, that it was gas backed up in her stomach. Later, that day they told us that they was going to keep her overnight to see will the bloating in her stomach would go down and run test. Eventually, the next day approached and my grandmother was released. After my grandmother was released, two days later after her stomach went down, it bloated again so we took my grandmother back to the hospital. They recently told us, that my grandmother had pneumonia and it was getting really bad. Soon, that night my 93 year old grandmother had went into cardiac arrest for the first time. The doctors resuscitated my grandmother. Then, a few hours later my grandmother went into cardiac arrest for the second time, and they couldn’t bring my grandmother back. My grandmother was a fighter May 14, 2014 was the day my grandmother would never come back. My family and I were devasted, not knowing that it will be our last goodbye.