when our cat had her kitten. we did not know what we would do a grown-up cat can be left by itself a baby kitten needs someone to watch her who could we get to care for her all day long I go to school all day mom and Dad go to work all day could Grandpa take the kitten grandpa said he could now the kitten lives with Grandpa We visit them every weekend It's…
Then my friend gave me a kitten. It was abandoned by her mother and my friend picked it up. He was so small and I decided to have one to help him. It was only two weeks and cannot control himself pee or poop. On the first week, I tried my best to help him survive and hope that he could grow up and be a good friend to me.…
C is for cats, because I love cats. My mom is a professional dog trainer and loves animals. My family has a about fifty animals, five dogs, six cats, 30 rabbits and a lot of fish. Cats are one of my favorite animals in the world because most of them are very nice, and make me feel safe when I am around them.…
My grandfather passed away and it sent my family and i into a turmoil. It was so sudden and fast we knew we had to prepare for our future without him. That day was the first day ever that my whole family and I sat in silence. No conversations, No cracking jokes or laughter, just silence. It was a day of sadness, but as the strong family we are, we lifted each other up and we accepted it and we made a promise to each other that we would never leave each other's sides. That day made me realize how much our family is united and this day put our strength to the test and we didn't let it break us. It actually brought us even…
Copper, my dog that I had had since I was borne, was dying. I couldn’t believe my ears. I ran up to my living room and saw Copper lying on the floor. He was a thirteen year old dog and that was a very good age for a dog to die at. I ran up to him and lay there beside him until my dad had to take him to the vet to get put down.…
Riley was a very aggressive dog. That morning he had climbed on Max’s back and threw him to the ground. After that they day was normal, I rode the bus from grandma and grandpas house to school and then got back on the bus at 3:15. When I got home at about 6:30 P.M. I saw Max’s collar on the dining room table. I didn’t think much about it and just started to eat my supper. Then when my dad came in carrying Max’s body into the house. I knew what happened, he was dead. My dad was crying, he had just lost his best friend. At that point I didn’t know what happened. I was little, but latter that night I found out what had happened to Max, he broke three bones in his body because of Riley throwing him to the ground that morning. After we found out why Max had to be put down, we made the tough decision to put Riley down to because he was to aggressive. That day that I lost Max was a day I lost a part of me. I was so sad. I understand now why my best friend was put…
I couldn’t believe it. He was very young, and seemed to be quite healthy. At that minute, my whole family sat around the living room sobbing our eyes out. It was probably the saddest moment of my life. For this reason, my family drove over to my Grandma’s house to meet the rest of my family. Once we got there, everyone was not doing well at all. We all mourned together for the next few days. During those few days, I noticed how everyone in our family accompanied each other, and how close we all became. I now realize that family is the most important thing, and they will always be there for…
I lost my father seventeen years ago. While I grew up with my father, I did not know him because of the emotional distance. While he was a wonderful provider, a devout Christian, I knew him as a strict disciplinarian. The heart-to-heart connection was unfortunately missed and he was a stranger to me.…
Hair? A paw? What was going on? I felt sick, I felt like I had a fever the night before. I woke up wondering if it was a dream but it wasn’t somehow I woke up and I was a dog. No one would ever believe this. How am I going to show my mom and dad it was me.…
It was the summer before my sophomore year in high school. Break was ending, and schools were opening soon. We just moved from a small town called Sikeston to Saint Charles, Missouri due to my dad’s new job. I have lived in Sikeston my whole life, and I did not fully understand why we all suddenly had to move. I was slowly starting to adjust to my new life in Saint Charles and my new school when twelve days after I moved, I received a call informing that one of my closest friends passed away. The whole conversation felt surreal, but I still remember that day, August 21st. I saw my friend Aubrey two weeks before he passed away, the happiest, sweetest kid I knew. I did not understand why that was the last time I would ever see him again. I did not understand exactly what happened. I did not understand why Aubrey out of all people had a tumor in his ear. That was the first time that someone close to me…
Her grandmother and I took her to the doctor to try to help her. The doctor did a couple of tests, and a month later we found that she was diagnosed with cancer. Jamilex's grandmother and I didn't want to tell Jamilex because we felt it was going to make things worse. Three months had already passed form Jamilex's mothers death and it felt as if it was just yesterday. Jamilex was so depressed that she began to believe that she wasn't worth anything and that her life didn't make any sense anymore. That's when Jamilex tried to commit suicide. She tried to hang her self, drank Clorox and intoxicated her self with pills; luckily we were able to prevent her death by taking her to the hospital and taking her to counseling sessions. Her Grandmother then decided to be with her at all times, wherever she went, her grandmother would follow her even into the bathroom, the kitchen, or her room. It was hard for me try to help her and make her feel better when at the same time I was depressed just seeing her. But I had to remember to be strong and to show her that life is beautiful. I would try to take her out to the park so she could remember the good memories we had…
That was the day that my grandpa passed away. Every single part of that date is engrained in my memory. My parents had driven up to Wisconsin, and my older sister Lauren drove home for college to stay with me. It wasn’t out of the normal for my parents to quickly leave, so I didn’t think much of it. I remember going to hang out with Tatum, my best friend of the time. It was a nice day outside, so of course we were outside playing on the trampoline and doing all our weird routines like we always did. Her family, who was like a second family to me, decided to go out to eat so they brought me along. We went to La Charitas. I remember how Mrs. Teeple pulled out a funny card game for us to play, and I remember Tatum cutting out faces in her tortilla, making us all laugh. When we got back to the house we saw that my sister called, so I said bye to the Teeples and walked one minute down the road to my house. Lauren, who is one of the most emotional in the family, was left with the task of telling me that my grandpa had passed away. I had just grabbed a snack of chocolate cheerios as she started to tell me the news. I didn’t know how to react, so I ran into the basement directly to the furthest corner I could find. Lauren tried talking to me, but I wanted to be by myself. One of the hardest things I have ever done was talking to my dad on the phone after finding out. He called to tell me the plans, that he was coming home to get us, and…
I was never a dog lover. My kids always wanted a dog. I dug my heels in but eventually, they wore me down with chorus’ of “please can we get a dog?” Begrudgingly, I began looking for a dog. It was to be a Christmas present for my kids, an older dog, a trained dog. I knew that I did not have the patience for training and I knew that when kids say they will help; I knew exactly what that meant.…
It was 2009 and I had been in sixth grade for a couple of months. I was on the phone with one of my friends from school when my mom called through my door for me to come out into the living room. I ignored her and kept talking for a few minutes when she called me out again. I rolled my eyes and told my friend I would call her right back. I walked into the living room and it seemed odd to me that both my sisters and dad were all out there too. I watched my mom take a deep breath with my dad by her side. As she began to speak her voice shook and gloss covered her eyes. “The doctors found a lump in my last mammogram.” she said. “It came back as cancer. I’m going to have to get treatment but I’m going to be okay.” No one else said a word, we all…
They were around a week old and I had no clue had to take care of them. I started to read articles of how to take care of kittens; I learned an immense amount of information of taking care of them and feeding them. I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to take care of them and to some point I thought one of them was going to die because he didn’t want to eat and he was weak. I was intent on helping him recover and making him stronger. It took about a month or two for him to recuperate. I didn’t want to give up on him because I believed he could recover. The two little brothers grew up to be two healthy cats and now they are a year old.…