Animal Care is Love

10/05/2024

k Another loss for the Bryant family... We are heartbroken 💔

10/05/2024

Emotional abuse is a quiet kind of violence. It doesn’t hit you all at once, no fists, no visible bruises. It creeps in slowly, through words, through silence, through looks that make you doubt yourself more than anything else. You start to question everything—your worth, your sanity, your place in the world. It’s the manipulation that makes you feel like you’re losing your grip, like somehow it’s your fault for feeling like this.

It’s the kind of abuse that digs in deep, makes a home in your head, and lives there rent-free. And no one else sees it happening. To the outside world, everything looks fine. But inside, you’re unraveling. The worst part? You don’t even realize how bad it is until you’re too far gone to remember what you were like before it started. That’s the real damage—it breaks you without ever laying a hand on you.

09/29/2024

Every day when I come home, there’s this ritual my dog and I have. It's not about the dramatic tail wagging or the typical "welcome home" excitement. No, this is something else—something unspoken, almost sacred. The minute I open the door, he bolts past me and grabs his favorite toy—a half-chewed, squeaky hedgehog that’s seen better days. It’s ridiculous how much he loves this thing, like it’s the answer to every problem in the world.

And then, he drops it at my feet. Not for me to throw, not to play fetch. He just drops it and sits there, expectantly. It’s like he’s saying, “Here, take this. I don’t need it right now, but I know you do.” He doesn’t leave until I pick it up, squeeze it a few times, and laugh at the absurdity of it. And that’s the magic—he knows how to pull me out of my head, how to drag me away from whatever stress or distraction I’ve brought home.

It’s not about the toy. It’s about the pause. About this silly ritual we’ve created where I’m forced to stop and engage with something utterly simple and pure. No screens, no work, no worries. Just him, that battered hedgehog, and the quiet reminder that joy doesn’t have to be complicated.

And after I laugh, after I squeeze the toy for the third or fourth time, he picks it up again, satisfied with the job done. No grand gestures, no over-the-top displays of affection. Just a small moment of connection—one that, for whatever reason, makes everything feel lighter.

In that absurd little toy, he’s telling me what I need to remember: sometimes, the things that matter most aren’t the big victories or the grand plans. Sometimes, they’re just the small, silly moments that remind you to breathe, to laugh, to let go for a minute. And in those moments, I think he’s teaching me more about life than I ever realized.

By Animal Care is Love.

09/29/2024

04/24/2024

What do we call this? jealousy ? 😂

04/22/2024

Essential dog tips

04/22/2024

Please take care of them.

04/22/2024

Time to learn about our fur babies. Pay a close attention dog lovers.

04/22/2024

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