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Readers Write We frequently receive insightful, amusing and thought-provoking letters and essays—the only downside is we can’t print them all. Now, rather than keep these wonderful stories in a drawer, we’re making them available here.
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by Phil Caseria The pit/boxer mix is named Chance and the pug is Trinity. Chance is a rescue from our local shelter. I'm sure you've heard this type of story before but he was running the streets in New Britain, CT and his leg was injured, had intestinal issues and now he is going to have his picture in a national magazine. My wife saw him on her way to work one day in the winter and tried to get him into her car but he was too scared. It took us a while but within a few days we were able to get him. |
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by Jay Gore
A few years ago a friend suggested to my sister a nice walk down to Park Ave. Sure, my sister, Marcia, responded since it was a beautiful day in New York. On the way to the café, they passed a pet store and friend beckoned Marcia in for a look. They saw birds, cats, and other animals, and finally got back to the dog area.
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by Melissa Pascoe One morning a woman was walking on the beach
with her dog.
While she was walking she remembered
all of the animals that had come into
and gone out of her life.
The woman stopped, but her dog walked on.
She turned toward the ocean,
and saw in the waves
the faces of every animal she had ever known. |
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by The Bark Magnolia's family volunteers with a rescue in North Carolina and she was a foster. When she came to them she weighed almost twice what she weighs today. She was on a lot of medicines for a variety of health issues because her previous owner didn't properly feed her. One med was for her heart. |
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by Pause4Paws Every day pets are exposed to various temperature levels from heat to cold, and while it is easy to forget, you really need to consider just how much your pets can be affected in extreme conditions. That’s where we come into play. |
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by Chelsea White Zoe’s molten eyes flick in my direction, alert, picking up an unconscious signal: the movement of my gaze, my posture or breathing. And with a thump of her tail she knows. It’s time for a walk. Up, up, and stretching. Front legs extend outward, claws grip the floor, butt high in the air. She gives herself a refreshing little shake and follows me into the kitchen. |
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by Rosie Freeman She was a long hair mini dachshund and we did not know exactly how old she was. I do know that when I first rescued Tessie eight years ago, she could not see or hear well, but she sure could smell another dog a mile away. She was so energetic, happy, loved her walks, food and lots of people attention. I thought she was quite young. |
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by Alice Brown
As I stood in our hotel room gazing into the large, searching eyes of my female Greyhound, Kazi, I felt numb. She lay on a dog bed that my husband and I had brought in case we were lucky. You see, we had just spent the last two days in a search for her, one that at times had seemed hopeless. To be able to be in the same room with her right now felt unreal. All the possible outcomes of the past days swirled through my mind. How this experience had ended this way was just short of a miracle. We had her back, unharmed; yet we stood in that room in a state of blissful shock. |
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