Category Archives: Stories For The Heart
Misfit – One kitten’s story of survival
Janet Dubois
My story began in late September. I was born outside. My mother fed me and cleaned me and everything was fine for a while. Then one day I woke up and my mother was gone.
I did pretty well on my own. There were a few other cats to hang around with, and we found things to eat. I had a little trouble keeping up with them, because they had four legs and I was born with three. But I was doing okay. I was two months old.
One really cold day I started sneezing and my eyes were watery. I didn’t feel well enough to look for food. Soon my eyes got worse. They stuck shut when I was asleep, and it was hard to get them open again. One day I couldn’t open them at all. Then they began to hurt.
I’m not sure why, but I started to crawl off. I heard loud noises that scared me, but I kept going. I didn’t know the noises were cars. My eyes hurt so much. Then all of a sudden, whoosh, I was up in the air. A human had picked me up. I was shaking all over, and I could hear a kitten crying and crying.
The man held me tight. He wrapped a towel around me, and I started to warm up. I listened as the man called animal control and said he’d found a kitten whose eyeball was popping out. Read the rest of this entry
Just a wonderful heart warming story, try not to cry..
“Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!” My father yelled at me. “Can’t you do anything right?” Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn’t prepared for another battle.
“I saw the car, Dad. Please don’t yell at me when I’m driving.” My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.
Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts. Dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil.
What could I do about him? Read the rest of this entry
A Dog's Purpose? (from a 6-year-old)
from my good friend Scott Fornaciari
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa , and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle. I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
