Golden Eagle
It was an ugly sight to see. Scar on forehead, one eye blue and one eye red, you wouldn't want to mess with this menis. This menis was an eagle, belive it or not.
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It was an ugly sight to see. Scar on forehead, one eye blue and one eye red, you wouldn't want to mess with this menis. This menis was an eagle, belive it or not.
From her owner- My sweet doggy, Gretel died peacefully last week at the end of an unseasonably mild later February afternoon, whig we spent together in the backyard.
My cat maisy is four years old soon, and this is her life story. Picture of maisy age three on profile She had two brothers who were cuddled up in their basket when we went to choose.
O-Puss you sit doing nothing. A quite pussycat. One day, It opened my eyes I'm glad to say. A whole new world opened up for me. For many a year , I promised to share. My stories, for all to hear.
Moaning and groaning You plonk yourself down On me, did I mention. If you weren't a dog, you'd wear a frown "Not opuss, Beth, me!" You want the attention, naturally...
#opussweeklychallenge. Hello everybody, name is fluffypops. And I am a cat, very fluffy and white. I have big green eyes, like emeralds. They help me see at night. I have a friend he is a bird.
I had a lizard once. Sparky was his name. He was just a baby gecko. But I loved him all the same. I used to feed him grapes. And water from a lid. He lived in a paper tray. He did my sparky did.
I use to have a friend Her name was Lyric She was my only friend.
Musty leaves crunched beneath my feet.A raven cawed above, latching claws on a stubby Oak branch.Shrubs from behind rustled, my palms were hot and sweaty."Who's there?"I quickly spun myself around.A...
Part 2: Trouble within the Forest Rupert was taken deep into the forest; his eyes were stinging, letting out wet tears that trickled down his cheek.
Glistening, crystals shards hung like glittering icy spears. Shimmering ivory snow carpeted the once vibrant, emerald forest. Dazzling, saffron rays danced through the vivid, sapphire heavens.
Under twisted metal and the mountains of rubble lived three survivors of calamitous trouble. They scavenged for water, food and company. They had a pet chimpan... monkey.
I remember the day you came. A lonesome cat without a name. At first we shooed you away, but you always came back to stay. As time flew by, we let you stay.
Chapter one, part three Sam looked at me gently, " be safe" he said as I closed the car door. When I walked into the dark house I nodded signaling Sam to go home.
This is the story of my life through my cats lives it seems sad but these stories are the best fucking English pice I ever will write (first swear may start a counter on these).
Your presence we miss. Your memory we treasure. Loving you always. In our thoughts forever. I hate Tuesdays, you died on a tuesday. You didn't know that, because you where asleep.
My cat is my daughters cat She went to collage and I got the cat The cat has a tough life Got her when she was a kitten She was in a home of over two hundred cats She moved from IL to AZ to MD To AK...
"Meow?"a small cat prowled around the tree. I picked it up, it was the color of coal, and was skinny and shivering. I rested my head against the tree, with the cat on my lap.
I was there when he died. The vet pushed the plunger and it was all over. Seven years of a special bond broken in a moment. Your body slumped awkward in my arms.
"Do you want to go for a ride?", I asked him. It was late at night, so he was light awake. He didn't answer me though.
#graveyard Up the Grassmarket near the Canongate There is a very special little cemetery For here is where a most faithful friend Still watches over his master John Grey, Auld Jock to his friends...
Miko, the ancient varg word for small and fast, it fit, the tiny cub had grown accustomed to following her now.
(Bruce was my St. Bernard and I will miss him </3) Here lies my dog, Motionless in his kennel, Unable to wag his tail as he always did.
She could feel it, the danger was getting closer, deep in her bones. She knew this feeling, she had felt it before they took her there, to the nightmare.