At Evensong one night, while Holly played at sax and Mrs. Bethel Utemeyer joined in, I saw him: Holiday, racing past a fluffy white Samoyed. He had lived to a ripe old age on earth and slept at my father's feet after my mother left, never wanting to let him out of his sight... I waited for him to sniff me out, anxious to know if here, on the other side, I would still be the little girl he slept beside. I did not have to wait long: he was so happy to see me, he knocked me down.
Alice SeboldMots clés pets
As I said in my last book, birds are mean. They're the only pet that, when they escape, the owners are relieved. You can tell a species is evil by doing this simple math. If my blond lab Molly was the size of T-Rex, that would just mean more kibble, more work for the gardener in the backyard, and a harder time moving her to my wife's side of the bed at night. If birds were the size of a T-Rex, the streets would be littered with human remains.
Adam CarollaMots clés pets
It is natural for our unamiable sex to dislike the creatures, for you ladies lavish so many caresses upon them.
Anne BrontëMots clés cats men women dogs pets dislike caress
According to 2008/09 census there were 61,080,000 dogs in the United States. Many homeless or mistreated. There are more pet dogs than babies in the world.
Alexander FontanaMots clés pets
Daisy didn't just change our lives, she changed our destiny.
Maryam FareshMots clés inspirational cats animals dogs pets special-needs cesar-millan deafblind
You can't be sad when Daisy is around, she won't let you.
Maryam FareshMots clés cats animals dogs inspirational-quotes pets daisy special-needs deafblind rescues what-about-daisy
An ordinary man can enjoy breakfasting on juice and rye bread.
But when you are underfed, scorned, miserable or just plain bored, you don’t want to eat dull wholesome food.
You want something a little more colourful, exciting, tastier, meatier and juicier.
Mots clés humor life dark pets dark-humor children-s-books lessons adults series quirky quirky-characters graphic-novel trilogy young-adults tim-burton animated illustrated-books edward-gorey haee r-s-vern cat-haee cathaee enhanced-epub3 general-fiction middlings shel-silverstein
There is a pain you can’t think your way out of. You can’t talk it away. If there was someone to talk to. You can walk. One foot the other foot. Breathe in breathe out. Drink from the stream. Piss. Eat the venison strips. And. You can’t metabolize the loss. It is in the cells of your face, your chest, behind the eyes, in the twists of the gut. Muscles, sinew, bone. It is all of you.
When you walk you propel it forward. When you let the sled and sit on a fallen log and. You imagine him curling in the one patch of sun maybe lying over your feet. Then it sits with you, the Pain puts its arm over your shoulders. It is your closest friend. Steadfast. And at night you can’t bear to hear your own breath unaccompanied by another and underneath the big stillness like a score is the roaring of the cataract of everything being and being torn away. Then. The Pain is lying beside your side, close. Does not bother you with sound even of breathing.
Mots clés pain beauty pets grief
Tom watched with his arms folded as the life that had been within Kobe died out, and the fire continued.
Keisha KeenleysideMots clés dogs animal-cruelty sad pets cruelty
Sometimes, your pet picks you.
Julie WenzelMots clés pets
« ; premier précédent
Page 8 de 11.
suivant dernier » ;
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.