This is Mac. He is three years old. He is Leon’s brother (previously posted.) His people have a one-month-old human baby. He says, “I want to ask my mom how do you tell the difference between a sleeping baby and a quiet one? Can I just play with my squeaky toys whenever? I like to […]
This is Leon. He is ten years old. His person had a human baby a month ago. This is what Leon had to say, “My mom is the best mom ever. She once told me I am her favorite baby. I am not jealous at all. My mom has love for all of us. She
This is Lily Grace. She is one year old. She says, “The reason I don’t lie with my mom is that I am worried she will squish me. She is bigger than me. I love her eyes. They are magical. When I see them, I think of a past life, she was a woman in
This is Brice. He is seven years old. Sometimes he hisses and tries to scare people who come over to the house. We had a little talk about not doing that, calming himself, finding joy, and trusting that his person is not in danger. Brice says, “I like it when mom sits on the floor
This is Della. She is three years old. She is telling her person what she wants, “I want doggie cupcakes with cream in the middle. I love that kind. Can I have a sunshade on my side of the car? How do I open the dog door in the house myself? (Her person locked it
This is Captain. He is two years old. He says, “Do you have wisdom inside of yourself? My wisdom is sometimes confusing. Sometimes I feel like I should bark, and other times I feel like I shouldn’t. I don’t know which to follow.” Captain is so cute. How he is feeling is common for young
This is Pancake. She is five years old. She says to her person, “Mom, I need you to play string play with me, and I need you to just relax with me—no running around. Just sit down with me. I can time travel. You could relax with me and be a time traveler with me.
This is Calliope. She is around eight years old. She says, “This is a cool world we live in. If you want to have a good vibration, you have to be with the trees. If I don’t spend time sniffing or hanging out around trees, I feel crummy. Sometimes I laugh to myself about the
This is Gertie. She passed at twelve years old. She says from Heaven, “I want them to know that when I died, I could feel my legs trembling. They just kept trembling, but then, when I reached Heaven, I just started to run. I was running all over the place. I just ran and ran
This is Jet. He died when he was eight years old. He went missing for a couple of days. He was found dead under the dining room table. On the day he went missing, his person heard him meow but didn’t think much of it. She was overwhelmed with guilt and sadness when she reached
