The sun finally rose and my owner, Sybil, sluggishly woke up from a terrible sleep. I watch her from the other side of the room as she begins her morning routine almost as if nothing happened. During the night, I tried to sleep next to her on the bed, but she was relentlessly tossing and turning, she held her head in her hands trying to block out something that was not there, and she began to screech in pain. Though I do not exactly understand what happens to my owner, I can tell that her mood fluctuations sometimes. She will go from a soft and affectionate owner to a violent and monstrous person. Some nights, she picks up heavy things and throws them around the room and she breaks things and screams loudly in voices that are not her own. After …show more content…
The other day, she left quickly without saying goodbye to me and her voice was not as it should be. It is always daunting when she leaves me, I never know when she is coming back or if she will at all. However, later in the afternoon, she did come home and we sat together as we always do. Everything was as it should be, until another human across the street began to talk to her. I had never met this human and my owner never seemed too interested in him. At least I thought so until she picked me up off her and tossed me to the side to talk to the other human. My owner would never do that to me on purpose I know she would not. She is a good owner who loves me. Yet again, she is not herself and she walks out of the room, leaving me to wait for her …show more content…
However, my life is much different. I lack sleep due to restless nights and days consumed by worry because I do not know when my owner will come home or if she will truly be herself. When I am alone with her, I am anxious because sometimes she throws me off the tables or pushes me away with distain. Most days my owner will remember me, but if she changes, I will not be given food or any attention for her in any form. My life is not perfect and my owner is different but I will remain loyal to her and hope that one-day things will get better. And today, after her long awaited return, my owner can home early. She seemed different, relieved in a way. I watched as her solemn figure walked throughout the apartment. After a while, I noticed that she was not angry with me or changing into someone she is not. My owner looked down and smiled peacefully at me. And with that I believe this is the begin of better days to come for an owner named Sybil and her
When I first arrived “Lisa” The girl that I shadowed told me that there was an emergency with one of the animals. It ended up that a one-year-old beagle ate an entire thing of metabolite, and then slowly started to die. The liver had shut down, and the heart rate was up to 300. Lisa told me that taking a thing of metabolite was like taking 50 cups of coffee at once. The owners of the beagle were there and bowling. The beagle’s name was Murry. Murry's body slowly was shutting down one thing after another. The owners made the decision the dog was going to be put to sleep. We got the dog ready to be taken out. They undid all the cords from the dog so they could take it to another room. I said goodbye to the dog, and then they took it into the other room so that the owners could be there when they put him to sleep. After that happened they then had to put a sleep a little hedgehog that had cancer on its mouth. We then did two regular checkups with one cat and with one dog. Those when great. After that we had a dog come in and it ended up having an affection that might end up killing it. I never heard the end result. The last thing that I did there was that a black lab had been bitten by another dog, and that dog ripped a hole in the neck of the black lab. The doctors had to perform surgery on the dog to close up the holes in the neck. They first had to clean it out with qutips. And blood stated to come out right then I was a little dizzy and I thought I was going to faint. But thank god I didn’t. I saw a cat get dental work on it. And a cat get a bath and they had to blow dry it and brush the hair while it was a sleep.
She acts as if they were pets rather than human beings, to be loved or not at
Isa was a happy six year-old who had all of her parents’ love and affection. And one special friend, Lael. Isa and Lael were neighbours and best friends since they could walk and talk. Unfortunately, things started to go downhill in Lael’s life as his parents spent less and less time with him. But Isa gave
Fourteen thousand. That is the estimated number of Sudanese men, women and children that have been abducted and forced into slavery between 1986 and 2002. (Agnes Scott College, http://prww.agnesscott.edu/alumnae/p_maineventsarticle.asp?id=260) Mende Nazer is one of those 14,000. The thing that sets her apart is that she escaped and had the courage to tell her story to the world. Slave: My True Story, the Memoir of Mende Nazer, depicts how courage and the will to live can triumph over oppression and enslavement by showing the world that slavery did not end in 1865, but is still a worldwide problem.
...om her mother and transported to a pet store where she was locked in a cage until she was purchased by my friend Hailey. I want you to think about her excitement to have a home and Hailey’s excitement to have a new pet to love. Now I want you to think about Hailey receiving the devastating news that her puppy had to be euthanized and Daisy’s fear as she was taken from her owner’s hands and put to death.
It all started last year during summer break. I was with a couple of friends when he came along. He was short, round and had a learning disability. We thought that it'd be fun to pick on him for a while. We took turns shoving him around. I guess I shoved him too hard and he rolled down the hill we were on. When we found him he was barely breathing. We tried to help him because we thought that it'd be the right thing to do but then we realized that this was all our fault. We couldn't let him go so we carried him into the forest for the animals to finish him off. Days later, we returned to the forest only to find his body with teeth marks all over, he even lost his leg to a pack of coyotes. The worst part of it was that in the midst of all this, he was still alive slowly enduring this torture. We took our turns saying our apologies but we knew that it would never be enough.
Some people think of them as animals. Some people think of them as objects. Some people think of them as friends. Then there are the few who think of them as family. Horses have always been like family to humans, except sometimes closer. There are many benefits to owning or being around horses. They come in many different colors. There is a multitude of breeds, also. Additionally, they have a long history with humans. Horses have unique behaviors. Showing horses has been the past-time or even career of many people. Furthermore, caring for horses can be a handful, but is definitely rewarding. Finally, riding horses is not just a hobby or a sport, but an action of your heart. Horses are wondrous creatures that have lived with man or thousands of years.
Throughout the movie Sybil exhibited many odd behaviors. For example she would black out and break windows. She would also get sad, angry, or happy randomly.
As a kid, I fell in love with the idea of getting a puppy for Christmas. Wrapped in a small box with a bow on top sitting under the tree just like the movies and tv shows I had seen. I can remember making a Christmas list of all the things I wanted that year, and every year the same thing that I wanted had said “puppy” with it underlined so that my mother knew which was my favorite on the list. Every year no surprise, I didn’t find a dog. I never understood why I never received one. When the kids at school talked about the few dogs they had at home made me so jealous, but I hoped that one day it would be me to have my own best friend at home.
After I was all dressed and ready for the big day, I made my way upstairs to eat breakfast. The smell of toast, sausage, eggs, and hash browns filled the air with an inviting aroma. Just as I was setting down to begin eating, my mom turned to me and asked how my morning was going so far. My reply was,” It feels li...
The stress of my day drained away the moment I heard my sister’s laughter. Every other noise would vibrate in the eardrum and make me feel like I was about to topple over. I reached out for her, the warm, small palms fitting entirely in mine. When she flashes an innocent smile in my direction, I cannot not help but feel grateful I have her around. Although she does not understand it, I attribute my determination to succeed to her.
Though the old woman struggled to make a living every day, she still fulfilled with hope towards the life. On the contrary, I grew up in urban areas, but I did not appreciate what I had and usually complain the life that did not meet my expectation. After the conversation, I thought I should cherish my current life rather than being dissatisfied with it. Having decided to live in the mountain huts, we asked the old woman to carry the baggage for us and paid her twice, because I thought her hard work deserved more money. After she took the bills, she showed her gratitude with a sweet smile, and then we both walked up the
...ress with her dog addressed her attention towards me and said, “I am afraid that your dog will not survive. You should of just left him to die at your place.” The venom that dripped from her tone and volume soaked her words to me like all the malignant bacteria that thrive in the gutter of our trash receptacles. I was furious and did not believe one word that she had said. Although I was hesitant and distressed because it was my carelessness that led my poor dog to suffer.
The day Mom got Sugar was somewhat frightening for me. Obviously, I wanted nothing to do with the dog, I never planned to be in the same room as the dog, much less, take care of the dog. After all, Mom was supposed to take care of the dog. Slowly, I fell in love with her. She looked stern and loving. Her warm, brown eyes and pearly white smile only helped me fall in love with her. Not long after that I started to enjoy her company. Sugar was a loyal dog, she wanted to please everyone. When we went for a walk Sugar would come with us. We kept her on a leash, yet she never strayed from us.
My mother afraid of I was tired, she made me fast food and take an orange juice for me drink. Perhaps when people did not know the maternal typeface has shown enough full, shimmering like moonlight. Now on all communication media, art, mother image even more honored but it was never enough to speak of sacrifice and love of my mother for me. Also had repeatedly faulted, after her mother’s stern look, I still get a part on by the tips rustic. Each time, seems to me more mature and made a promise to never mistake again. Now, when I grows up, I will promise to mother to live well to able to reciprocate the thanks she taught me.