Furbaby Stories

Pumpkin's story (Complete ✅)

Rosie has been with us ever since she was born. And now she is gone. This is a memorial for her, from pictures to a long description of where she came from. This is my way of griefing, and some support would be helpful.

I don't live with my grandparents anymore And because of the pandemic I haven't seen my cats, dog, or gecko in over a month. But here are pics of Cutey and Aralia, my beloved feline furbabies! And yes that's Chat Noir on the cover because right now he's making me miss my kitties.

New puppy shes so kawaii

A short, cute poem dedicated to my fur babygirl, Stormy.

This is the life of a Pug.

When I write a poem that actually turns out well, it goes here.

I swear to God, this dog is ridiculous. I just had a full-blown panic attack - heart racing, shaking, brain screaming, thinking I might actually die. And Koda? Fast asleep. Four legs straight up in the air, belly out, tongue moving like he's dreaming of snacks, completely unbothered. Earlier, he was dramatic as hell. Starving, dehydrated, staring me down for crackers like I personally ruined his life. I gave him water, a cracker or two, and finally - peace. Silence. Collapse. But no. He had to remind me that life is unfair. Every time I moved, his head popped up like, "Bro, what are you doing?" I'm freezing, tired as hell, trying to cover up, and he's just staring. Dead eyes. Judging. Dramatic as ever. I tell him, "Be quiet, b****," not even mean - just tired. And he whines. Whines like I'm the problem in the world. Bro, I just had a panic attack! You ate, you drank, you're fine! Then he flops back down. Four legs straight up, tongue out, licking his lips, snoring lightly, like he's dreaming about peanut butter crackers in a castle made of boxes. I can't stop laughing. Absolutely unbothered. This dog is hilarious. Watching him live his best life while I try to recover from my own chaos? Comedy gold. Absolute chaos. Drama. Panic. Snacks. Water. Licking. Snoring. Peanut butter. Koda is the dramatic king of ridiculousness, and I'm just along for the ride.

This is the story of my poor cat Faith from start to finish.

This is a story of great loss.

I wrote this poem in August 2023, days after she fought for her life in my arms. I poured all my pain and thoughts into these words, knowing she has already read them. Though time eases the pain, it never fully fades. But with a hopeful heart, I will see you again.

this is a story about a cheeky dog called beauty

for my baby

I went through my mom's camera roll and I'm concerned about why she has so many pictures of me sleeping... But like, I totally get why she has more pictures of me than anything else. I'm her baby so of course she'd obviously have more pictures of me than anything else, but still.

"It's not the goodbye that hurts but the memories that follow."

Majira (Fox, Male) gets lost in the woods and meets a young fur named Bolt (Fox, Female). Majira starts off frantic to escape the depths of the forest while Bolt struggles to show him that it's where a fox like him belongs. Majira only knows the ways of captivity and is used to having everything at the blink of an eye, he will soon learn the forest is a majestical place that has been calling his name for years.

This is the Pet-Tax that I've decided that needs to be payed to my readers, plus my fur baby is just too adorable to keep to myself! Everytime Toes does something cute, or I forget/don't know what to write, I'll add another picture

My Best Friend

a little poem of my cat I miss more than my own life