My Life of Onlyness

My Life of Onlyness

I was the stereotypical, pampered only child who never had to share his toys or his parents’ attention with anyone. It was the best thing in the world until my father died. Nothing made me feel the absence of a sibling more than my father’s untimely demise.
Purr…suit of Happiness: It Took a Pet Cat to Change the Rules of Love in Our House

Purr…suit of Happiness: It Took a Pet Cat to Change the Rules of Love in Our House

Tough love was the only love language that existed in our house until my brother got home a stray kitten. Very soon, my stoic father was suddenly brimming with kisses and mushy nicknames, and my mother started treating him like her third born – now she doesn’t eat until he does. Unbeknownst, the pet had opened the floodgates to our emotions and expressions.
The Agony of Seeing My Dog Age

The Agony of Seeing My Dog Age

I took in a two-month-old spaniel to impress my girlfriend when I was 16. Sure, that relationship ended soon after. But Zippy has been my pillow, a silent yet effective shoulder to lean on. And seeing her age, is more painful that any heartbreak I’ve ever experienced.
I’m a Cat (and Dog) Person

I’m a Cat (and Dog) Person

I’ve realised the sound logic behind the reason why people choose to be either cat or dog people. Living with the two is like being the referee at a tennis match. Actually, it’s like being the tennis ball.