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Last night on my evening walk, I completely lost my mind because ahead of me was a white rabbit sitting upright, waiting...
10/07/2025

Last night on my evening walk, I completely lost my mind because ahead of me was a white rabbit sitting upright, waiting for me on my path. I could not believe it.
I took out my phone to take its photo. It didn't move, I wondered if it was an early Easter decoration, but it was too far down on the road and not in front of a home.
I thought - - it's frightened so it's staying still, take it slow. I walked up to it little by little, carefully, so as not to frighten it. Friends, I just spent a very slow ten minutes walking up to a plastic bag of dog p**p.

This is Barnie. For nearly six years, he lived behind the bars of a shelter. No one chose him. Too big, too old, too “pl...
10/04/2025

This is Barnie. For nearly six years, he lived behind the bars of a shelter. No one chose him. Too big, too old, too “plain,” some said. But Barnie never lost hope. And he never let go of his stuffed monkey, his beloved plush toy that had been patched up by volunteers more times than anyone could count. It wasn’t just a toy—it was his comfort, his friend, the symbol of the home he dreamed of.
Years went by. Puppies were adopted, younger dogs found families. Barnie stayed. Until one day, someone really saw him—saw the kindness in his tired eyes—and decided to take a chance.
Now Barnie is home. Still carrying his toy, but no longer as a source of comfort. He holds it with pride now. As if to say, “I told you someone would love me someday.”

"My husband doesn't have a lot, neither of us do. We scrape and scrape to pay bills and put food in our bellies, but aft...
09/05/2025

"My husband doesn't have a lot, neither of us do. We scrape and scrape to pay bills and put food in our bellies, but after almost 2 years of dating we decided that we couldn't wait anymore, so we didn't.

I wasn't even thinking about rings, I just wanted to marry my best friend, but he wouldn't have it. He scraped up just enough money to buy me two matching rings from Pandora. Sterling silver and CZ to be exact. That's what sits on my ring finger, and I am so in love with them.

While we were purchasing my rings however, another lady that was working there came over to help the lady selling them to us. She said, 'Y'all can you believe that some men get these as engagement rings? How pathetic.' When she said that I watched my now husband's face fall. He already felt bad because he couldn't afford the pear-shaped set that so obviously had my heart and covered my Pinterest page. He already felt like a failure, asking me again and again 'Are you sure you'll be happy with these? Are you sure this is okay?' He was so upset at the idea of not making me happy enough and of me not wanting to marry him because my rings didn't cost enough money or weren't flashy enough.

Old Ariel would have ripped that woman a new one. Mature Ariel said, 'It isn't the ring that matters, it is the love that goes into buying one that is.' We bought the rings and left.

Y'all I would have gotten married to this man if it had been a 25¢ gum ball machine ring. When did our nation fall so far to think the only way a man can truly love a woman is if he buys her $3,000+ jewelry and makes a public decree of his affection with said flashy ring? Sure they are nice, sure the sentiment is wonderful and I'm not trying to cut down any of your experiences, but when did it come to all that? Why do material possessions equate love??
My husband was so afraid of me not wanting him because he couldn't afford a piece of jewelry. He was afraid that the love I have for him would pale because he couldn't afford the wedding set I wanted. The world has made it this way and it is so sad. Ultimately we couldn't wait any longer.. so we eloped. I've never been this happy in my life and I couldn't imagine spending it with anyone else ever. Here I am, Court-House married, $130 ring set, the love of my life by my side and happier than I could ever imagine."

Credit - original owner

In a small town in North Carolina, people began noticing a scruffy stray dog hanging around a neighborhood bus stop ever...
09/04/2025

In a small town in North Carolina, people began noticing a scruffy stray dog hanging around a neighborhood bus stop every morning. He wasn’t aggressive—just sitting quietly, wagging his tail, and watching over the kids as they waited for their school bus.

No one knew where he came from. His fur was dirty, and he looked thin, but he never begged for food. He only seemed to have one mission: making sure the children were safe until they got on the bus.

At first, some parents were cautious, but soon they realized this dog—later named Lucky—was harmless. In fact, he would bark if a strange car slowed down near the kids or if another stray dog came too close. He became their silent little protector.

One mom, touched by his loyalty, decided to follow him after the bus left. She discovered that Lucky had no home—he slept under an abandoned shed and survived on rainwater and scraps. That night, she brought him food. The next morning, Lucky wagged his tail at her as if saying “thank you,” and went right back to his post at the bus stop. 🚌🐶❤️

News spread in the community, and soon families started leaving out food and blankets for him. The children even began calling him “their guardian.”

Finally, one of the parents took Lucky to a vet, where he was vaccinated, groomed, and given a clean bill of health. And the best part? The family whose kids he watched over every day decided to adopt him officially.

Now, Lucky no longer sleeps under a shed. He has a warm bed, plenty of food, and the family he always seemed to be waiting for. But still—every morning, he proudly trots to the bus stop with the kids, making sure his “job” is done. 🐾✨

Lucky’s story shows that even the ones with nothing—no home, no food—can still give everything they have: love, loyalty, and protection. ❤️

Credit goes to the owner

A hillbilly went hunting one day in West Virginia and bagged three ducks. He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and...
07/27/2025

A hillbilly went hunting one day in West Virginia and bagged three ducks. He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and was about to drive home where he was confronted by an ornery game warden who didn't like hillbillies. The game warden ordered to the hillbilly to show his hunting license, and the hillbilly pulled out a valid West Virginia hunting license. The game warden looked at the license, then reachd over and picked up one of the ducks, sniffed it's butt, and said, "This duck ain't from West Virginia. This is a Kentucky duck. You got a Kentucky hunting license, boy?" The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced a Kentucky hunting lcense.
The game warden looked at it, then reached over and grabbed the second duck, sniffed it's butt, and said, "This ain't no Kentucky duck. This duck's from Tennessee. You got an Tennessee licence?" The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced an Tennessee license. The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck. "This duck's from Virginia. You got a Virginia hunting license?"
Again the hillbilly reached into his wallet and brought out a Virginia hunting license. The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled at the hillbilly, "Just where the hell are you from?"
The hillbilly turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said, "You tell me, you're the expert!" 😂

Today, I picked up the sweetest little guy who was sadly on today’s euthanasia list. He was so fearful and completely sh...
07/27/2025

Today, I picked up the sweetest little guy who was sadly on today’s euthanasia list. He was so fearful and completely shut down in the shelter due to the overcrowding, but now he’s safe with me. This precious boy was found as a stray, without a microchip, and no one came to reclaim him. 🙁 Despite all he’s been through, he has such a gentle heart and a sweetness that shines through.

Now, I need your help—he doesn’t respond to his shelter name, Sheldon. I’ve been trying all kinds of names to see if anything feels right, but so far, no luck! Any ideas for a name that could be his?

And what do you think his breed mix might be? I’d love to hear your guesses!

Credits to the original owner

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05/13/2025

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Mr. Whiskers had no idea where they were going, but he was certain of one thing: this ride was suspicious. He had been p...
05/08/2025

Mr. Whiskers had no idea where they were going, but he was certain of one thing: this ride was suspicious. He had been peacefully napping on his favorite windowsill, basking in the warm afternoon sun, when suddenly, he found himself unceremoniously scooped up and placed in a moving vehicle. The humans in the car looked far too relaxed, chatting and laughing as if this were just another ordinary day. But for Mr. Whiskers, this was anything but ordinary.
His wide, unblinking eyes darted around the car, taking in every detail. The faint hum of the engine, the blur of trees rushing past the windows, and the glowing GPS screen on the dashboard all screamed danger. Was this the way to the vet? The groomer? Or worse… the vacuum store? Mr. Whiskers shuddered at the thought. He had heard horror stories from the neighborhood cats about the dreaded vacuum store, a place of endless noise and terror.
As the car sped through a tunnel, Mr. Whiskers perched atop the air vent like a dignified but deeply concerned ruler. His fluffy tail twitched with unease as he considered his escape options. A swift leap to the dashboard? A dramatic meow of protest? Or maybe, just maybe, he could use sheer willpower to stop the car. His humans might think they were in control, but little did they know, Mr. Whiskers was calculating his next move. Vengeance—or at the very least, a loud, inconvenient scream—was imminent.
But as the car emerged from the tunnel, som**hing unexpected happened. The GPS screen flickered, and the voice of the navigation system announced, “Arriving at destination in five minutes.” Mr. Whiskers’ heart raced. He had to act fast. Summoning all his courage, he leaped onto the dashboard, his paws landing with a soft thud. The humans gasped, but Mr. Whiskers paid them no mind. He stared out the windshield, his eyes narrowing as he tried to make sense of their surroundings.
To his surprise, the car wasn’t heading toward the vet or the groomer. Instead, it was pulling into a quiet, tree-lined street with charming little houses and gardens bursting with flowers. The car slowed to a stop in front of a cozy cottage with a bright red door. Mr. Whiskers’ ears perked up as he noticed som**hing moving in the garden—a small, fluffy kitten with fur as white as snow, playing with a butterfly.
The humans turned to Mr. Whiskers, their faces filled with warmth and excitement. “Surprise, Mr. Whiskers!” they said. “We thought it was time you had a friend.”
Mr. Whiskers blinked, his initial suspicion giving way to curiosity. A friend? He had always been a lone wolf—er, cat—but there was som**hing about the little kitten that tugged at his heart. The humans opened the car door, and Mr. Whiskers cautiously stepped out, his tail held high.
The kitten noticed him immediately and bounded over, her tiny paws kicking up bits of grass. “Hi! I’m Snowflake!” she chirped, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. “Are you my new big brother?”
Mr. Whiskers hesitated, then gave a slow, dignified nod. “I suppose I am,” he said, his voice gruff but kind.
As the days turned into weeks, Mr. Whiskers found himself growing fond of Snowflake. She was energetic, curious, and always eager to learn from him. He taught her how to climb trees, how to catch butterflies (though she never quite got the hang of it), and how to nap in the sunniest spot in the garden. In return, Snowflake brought a joy and lightness to Mr. Whiskers’ life that he hadn’t realized he was missing.
One evening, as they sat together on the porch watching the stars, Snowflake turned to him and said, “Mr. Whiskers, do you think the humans knew we’d be best friends?”
Mr. Whiskers purred softly, his eyes half-closed in contentment. “I think they hoped,” he said. “But sometimes, the best things in life are the ones you never see coming.”
And so, in the cozy cottage with the bright red door, Mr. Whiskers found not just a friend, but a family. The suspicious car ride had led him to a place he never expected—a place filled with love, laughter, and the gentle pitter-patter of tiny paws. And though he would never admit it out loud, Mr. Whiskers was grateful for that fateful day when his humans decided to take him on a journey that changed his life forever.
For Mr. Whiskers and Snowflake, the adventure was just beginning, and together, they would fill their days with joy, mischief, and the unbreakable bond of love.
Credit original owner ( respect 🫡)

If you take care of som**hing the right way, it doesn’t just last a while—it can last a lifetime. Things only fall apart...
05/08/2025

If you take care of som**hing the right way, it doesn’t just last a while—it can last a lifetime. Things only fall apart when we stop giving them the attention they deserve.

I’m soon going to lose the forever companion of my life my third arm my snoopy boy is 14 years old and he’s been going d...
03/20/2025

I’m soon going to lose the forever companion of my life my third arm my snoopy boy is 14 years old and he’s been going downhill for a couple months but lately there’s no mobility he doesn’t want to go on walks or eat or do anything he just wants to be a recluseThis is breaking my heart into pieces. I came on this website some 10 years ago when my golden retriever passed away at age 16, I’m asking for love and support and prayers for my Snoopy. He’s the most special boy in the world. 😰🙏🏼🙏🏼
Credits to respective owner

Have you seen me in your yard? I’m a Stenopelmatus. Please… DON’T kill me!Let me tell you a little about myself. Many pe...
02/08/2025

Have you seen me in your yard? I’m a Stenopelmatus. Please… DON’T kill me!
Let me tell you a little about myself. Many people also know me as a potato bug, Jerusalem cricket, Skull Insect, Childface, or Mother of Scorpion.
People get scared when they see me and want to kill me. The reality is that I’m running from you. I’m not a spider, scorpion, or cricket, and I HAVE NO POISON.
My only weapon is my mandibles. With them, I feed off the organic waste found next to garden plants.
We play a very important role in the environment because we contribute to plant growth by aerating the soil and allowing for better oxygenation.
My lifespan is just one year. If you find me at night, please don’t kill me. I’m simply looking for food and a safe place to hide. 🦗

This story melt my heart!Left:Me, completely broken, 93 pounds, living on the streets, living in fear, in pain, addicted...
02/06/2025

This story melt my heart!
Left:
Me, completely broken, 93 pounds, living on the streets, living in fear, in pain, addicted to m**h and he**in, and ready for my life to finally end. I had endocarditis twice from using and I had a hole in my heart. My mom took that picture when she went to rescue me.
Right:
I took this picture tonight. Didn't care about angles. Just wanted to show my happiness. 9 months clean. I fought hard for months in the hospital, survived heart surgery, gained 40 pounds, got a place to live, and I have my family and my two cats that help me. I've posted the before pic alot but my story is important. Recovery is possible and it is worth it. ‘
A wonderful Story!
Girl you’re wonderful..!! ✨

( All credit goes to the original creator 🙂 )

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