So who is your best friend…? Cherish your pets, cherish them as much as possible. A tragic and sad story that for sure the man in debate will never forget, as he will for ever remember his dog who saved his life, paying the price of his own.

The rabbit is for sure one of the cutest and furriest pet one can have. Despite their reputation of being always scared, they can get REALLY friendly and loving, if looked after properly. I had a bunny once. I received him as a present for my 18th birthday, from all my class mates in high-school. He was such a darling, white with some black spots and came in a cute box with a ribbon tied around his neck.
Unfortunately, I only got to keep him for 2 weeks, since he ate my mom’s favourite plant…
The following posts presents 20 pictures of little bunny rabbits, all cute and fluffy! Enjoy!

photo by amyhrer

photo by angiemckaig

Last evening I met some friends and we started talking about animals and pets. One of them said quite an incredible story about her dog. Lisa (the doggy) got angry at my friend because she was left outside the tent one night when they went camping and for a whole week ignored all the commands and calls. Lisa even refused to eat the food my friend gave, she only accepted water and treats from the other family members! It took my friend a lot attention and special treat to buy and give Lisa to make her forget about that camping night.
So it made me think… some animals not only have feelings of love and fidelity, but even self esteem and personal ego Never underestimate your pet!

He tried, but she won’t listen, and now…

But what could have happened? Maybe Eureka fell in love with a handsome sardine… Now the fishy is sad…

A pair of fluffy owl siblings were almost crushed to death there was a nest built on top of them. The tiny Tawny chicks had their nest engulfed when the larger birds decided they made for perfect soft bedding. But the plucky birds were rescued by animal experts from the Scottish SPCA, who said they found them “left for dead”.

Some people walk the straight and narrow,
Some walk the rocky road.
Some get the silver spoon and some get the heavy load.
…
But a little love, just a little love,
A little love can change it all.
…
Well I get a little tired walkin’ down the street
People on my side – everyone I meet.
But they don’t know what’s on my mind
And they don’t know what they might find
A little love, just a little love
A little love can change it all.

Red roses were her favourites, her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, “Be my Valentine,” like all the years before.

 
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
“I love you even more this year, than last year on this day.”
“My love for you will always grow, with every passing year.”
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.

 
She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.

 
She trimmed the stems and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband’s favourite chair.
While staring at his picture and the roses sitting there.

 
A year went by and it was hard to live without her mate.
With the loneliness and solitude that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,
the doorbell rang and there were roses sitting by her door.

 
She brought the roses in and then just looked at them in shock.
Then went to get the telephone to call the florist shop.
The owner answered and she asked him if he would explain,
why would someone do this to her causing her such pain?

 
“I know your husband passed away more than a year ago,” the owner said,
“I knew you’d call and you would want to know.”
“The flowers you received today were paid for in advance.”
“Your husband always planned ahead he left nothing to chance.”

 
“There is a standing order that I have on file down here,
and he has paid well in advance. You’ll get them every year.
There also is another thing that I think you should know,
he wrote a special little card…he did this years ago.”

 
“Then should ever I find out that he’s no longer here,
that the card…that should be sent to you the following year.”
She thanked him and hung up the phone her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking as she slowly reached to get the card.

 
Inside the card she saw that he had written her a note.
Then as she stared in total silence this is what he wrote…
“Hello my love, I know it’s been a year since I’ve been gone.
I hope it hasn’t been too hard for you to overcome.”

 
“I know it must be lonely and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say. You were the perfect wife.”

 
“You were my friend and lover; you fulfilled my every need.
I know it’s only been a year but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.”

 
“When you get these roses think of all the happiness
that we had together and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still.”

 
“Please…try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year and they will only stop,
when your door’s not answered when the florist stops to knock.”

 
“He will come five times that day in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit he will know without a doubt,
to take the roses to the place where I’ve instructed him,
and place the roses where we are, together once again.”

Look at the excited happy face… I bet he found a bone…Or…not?

Oh, and I thought that he was talking to me… Nope, it’s with his buddy. On a side note, that last doggy looks pretty hilarious to me, like a fatty with short legs

Awwwww…the sweet tiny puppy! It’s not a bone! Oh…wait… The “puppy” looks a bit pissed off.

Does anyone have a perfect life? What is perfection? What is life…?

Well if you ask me, then yes, I would say that there are people who have perfect lives. And not because they live in a continuous happiness, or because they were born rich and healthy and are popular.
Most of us think of happiness in terms of needs: the need for food, for shelter, for a partner to share the biological needs with, for support, social life, fame – on a smaller or on a larger scale, and some self esteem. Doesn’t that sound like a perfect life… to have all those? Is there anything one could ask more for? Sure, we would add: love, kindness, friendships, inner peace… And still, is that all we need to be happy? No, this is perfection…

What is life? Stupid question, ones might say. Well life is a fact. That’s it, you wake up one morning and your brain is developed enough to acknowledge that you are alive. And when that moment comes, you start worrying, you’re not a baby or a child anymore, to let others take care of your life and guide you; and that’s how real life starts, you feel responsible for what’s happening to your body, for how others feel about you, for your grades in school, for the deadlines at your job and for what your parents and friends might say if you stop following the unwritten guidelines of this journey. Day by day, you feel life.

Now let’s see. A perfect life is a life without worries. But there isn’t such a thing, is it? To have a perfect life would mean that you were not actually acknowledging the fact that you are living, you’d act like a plant: here comes the sun, let’s produce some chlorophyll so we can “eat”, wait for the rain, and get numb when the sun goes down.


But I was so convinced that there is a perfect life! So how should it be then? I’m thinking of “being satisfied with what you have would make you happy and live a perfect life”, but that’s just silly, as so many people are homeless and starve to death around the world. On the other hand, thinking that “you should always aim for more, never rest from chasing your dreams, so you can reach happiness and self satisfaction, never ever give up” might lead to a happy life in terms of being a strong ambitious person. But that’s also wrong, because people tend to have crazy aspirations, convinced that those would make them have a perfect life and they end up at that point where they can only see the past and the present, being so old and tired that the future means nothing to them, they live from memories and get to think “how I wasted my life, how stupid was I!”

About two years ago I went to a zoo and I was cheerful to see more than my natural environment could provide. The attraction of the season was a baby gorilla, recently captured and put in its new “home”. It lived in a huge cage, with plenty of food and water and green stuff, obviously put there to make it believe it was in its “dream house”. But it looked so depressed… tourists would try to take pictures and poke the glass to draw its attention, but the big brown eyes were wet and sad… So I thought that nothing would ever make that poor soul enjoy life again, that’s not perfect at all for it…

This year I got the chance of visiting again that zoo. On the way out, I remembered the baby gorilla I was telling you about and with a bit of nervousness I went checking what has happened to it. I was surprised to see a huge black creature, jumping around and literally making faces at the cheerful crowd. It couldn’t have been it… So I had to ask. It was that baby gorilla.

So I got to think about it… How come it was happy? Is adaptation what it takes to get a happy life? Well the only conclusion I got was that you don’t need to hold on insanely to things in the past… Sure, sometimes it is very hard. Letting go of your dreams might be close to impossible, but it is worth it, to hang on and stay sad? So I’m figuring that a perfect happy life is achieved when one is strong enough to accept reality, but also keep faith and follow the dreams which come close to what they have always wanted… I think that perfect life results from harmony.

“- So what happened…?
– I was like …aaaaaaa….that’s a croc!”