Pitbulls, one of the world’s most misunderstood dog breeds and to me are sweet angel. If a pitbull is mean, it’s the breeder’s fault not the dog ’s. The mastiffs, commonly used in households as massive guard dogs and family pets, are also called gentle giants for not only their big body but their big hearts.
After a death or loss of something close, people usually react similarly by going through the five stages of grief. These stages include denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. During a death of my Great Aunt, my family went through the stages of grief. I was close with her when I was younger, but I do not have many memories I remember with her so I did not experience much grief. On the other hand, my Great Uncle went through a lot of grief since she was his older sister.
Burheart Bildger is a reporter in the New York Times. He had recently wrote an article on an Ill cat named Lady. Lady, was a cat who had been in need of a kidney transplant and her owners had gone into debt due to the surgery. Bildger had followed the owners through their ordeal on the surgery and others along the way in a similar situation. Bildger himself had come to a conclusion that maybe owners’ might love too much.
When I out grew my Shetland pony, my mother and I decided it was time to start looking for a horse for me to continue my riding career on. We had no idea at that time, that horse would be a starving, broke to only the basics, and a recent failure of a pre-purchase veterinarian exam, due to an injury to his fetlock. When we went to meet Hank, who was eventually renamed to Juble, I knew immediately that he was the horse for me, my mom wasn’t as convinced. Much like myself, my mom has a huge heart for animals, especially the ones in harmful environments, which means after minimal begging, she agreed to purchase Juble. This began the long process of helping him put on more weight, helping his swollen fetlock heal, and gaining his trust.
I had just got a new puppy (Black Lab/ Great Dane mix), he loved to play in the front yard. Every day I would take him outside in the front yard on a leash to play. In fact, he loved sitting on the edge of the lawn watching people on their daily walks. He would sit there and observe, waging his tail in delight. In particular, every day I watched this woman walk around my neighborhood carrying this gigantic, sharp object (she was not hard to miss).
On October 4, 1999, sitting at her kitchen table and drinking tea, Linda Sexton, a mom of two daughters, finally decided it was time to write back to her mother 's suicide letter. It was exactly twenty five years later after her mom tragic death; however, the pain still doesn’t go away. Now at the age of forty, went through a lot of struggles, Linda wishes she knew what she knows now to talk her mom out of suicidal thoughts because even though life is harsh and fails to be perfect, life is still beautiful. Dear Mom, Today marked the twenty five years since I saw you last.
I never thought I could handle you being away from me. It has been exactly 11 months and two days since you have left me on this Earth. I am doing well with my life right now. I’m finally a senior and I have a job. I have been doing fine in school, but I know for sure what you would say, “You can always do better”.
Monday, we struggle through an end of life decision. After months of watching a slow decline, then a debilitating of diarrhea and vomiting with the inability to keep anything even water down we was faced with a choice. Pursue treatment in the hopes of finding and resolving the problem? Or stop and assist nature in its course? We choose to stop.
One day on May 2nd 1920, I Matt winiker went on a boat ride to unmarked territory with my two brothers. The last thing I remember is that on June 1st my boat crashed somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. Now I am stranded on this damp, wet, muddy, island looking for my brothers. All I have now is a machete and a flare gun.