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Animal Friends - Blog Posts
Reasons to adopt!
Giving shelter dogs a second chance at life! (Every dog deserves a home!)
Puppy mills subject dogs to cruel conditions
Shelter employees are great for giving advice on how to take care of your new pet!
Adoption costs less than buying!
Reblog to spread awareness!
Cat is My Spirit Animal T-Shrit
More Designs 👇
Figure animalière sur une production culturelle du groupe Aluku, en Guyane. Le serpent est animal privilégié dans la cosmogonie des peuples Marons et Amérindiens de Guyane. Le serpent se retrouve régulièrement dans les productions artisanales et artistiques. Chez les Aluku, il est à la fois le symbole du féminin et du masculin. Plus largement dans les traditions afro-diasporique, comme dans le sèvi Ginen (vodoun ayitien), il peut être associé a des esprits ou des divinités. On retrouve aussi le symbole du serpent sur des productions matérielles du peuple Akan (Ghana).
Everything I did to hurt you 😔
I'm sorry I pushed you aside, I'm sorry I put her before you, I'm sorry I brought her into our place and ruined our sanuaury, I'm sorry she took up my time from you, I'm sorry she's still here and invading still, I'm sorry I've hurt you, I'm sorry I've made you throw up from stress, I'm sorry I've made you stop eating your food, I'm sorry you don't want to play anymore, I'm sorry we don't shower together anymore, I'm sorry now when I call you you don't respond, To my cat 💔 whom was always there for me in my darkest and loneliest days, to whom I've hurt by bringing in another kitten and now he's staving himself and losing weight. 😔 I love you 💜
my first animation scene in production, 2015! 📚💻
Here’s a doodle, a new animal friend!. Inspired by the bar poet from one of those odd kirby commercials
An old design I made where I designed the buff dude from one of those weird Kirby commercials as an animal friend for a challenge that I did (but never finished).
ive been crying for the past 30 minutes over solenodons. look at them. some facts btw- they are venomous, they have remained relatively unchanged for 76 million years, and they are endangered which is so fucked up genuinely why would anything hurt them, i love them so so much why are they so small their eyes are like dots wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Here's the next instalment of my new comic series: "Waiting for Fuckface". This is Part 2 of 5. 😎🔥🍔🍄
Check out Part 1 here
Stay tuned for Part 3 !!! 🥶❤️🔥😈
When creatures communicate
Me: You know, I never thought I’d like a dog. Cat #1: Excuse me? Cat #2: Excuuuse Meeeeee? Dog: Huh? Me: But I’ll always prefer cats. Cat #1 & #2: *purr*
Animal friend #1: Jexer
For the previous six months, I’ve been at the center of a triangle with PTSD on one edge, work stress on another, and transition-related depression on the third (itself a mix of “Why did I wait so long to do this” and “I’m never going to escape the fact that my biological starting point is ‘male’“).
During my first flashback, I instinctively grabbed my (then three) animal friends for support. This became a reoccurring pattern - I would clutch them tightly during each subsequent flashback; hold them at night; and sit them next to me as I worked.
It’s difficult to tease out whether the comfort they bring me is some kind of holdover from childhood (there’s a certain logic in the idea that the trauma I experienced was as a child; therefore the antidote would also come from that era); or if it’s the result of a kind of mythological girlhood (one that never actually took place, and exists purely in my head; a phenomenon that warrants its own post).
Either way, they have been very effective and keeping my anxiety at generally manageable levels during a trying time.
I wanted to talk about one of them in particular: Jexer, my hedgehog friend. He was delivered to me by a crane machine in the Isle Of Wight when I was eight years old; but this suggests that he is some kind of possession, which could not be further from the truth. He’s my friend, and I love him dearly.
(You may notice that he has a blue nose; this is because the original was lost in an incident involving a much loved but at that time, also rather destructive puppy. The new nose was a skilled repair conducted by my dearly missed grandmother.)
Currently he goes everywhere I go. He sits on my lap when I am at my desk, and when I am driving. There is a special compartment in my bag reserved for him when I have to go into places.
I had a little blanket made for him; because he is a British hedgehog, and quite unaccustomed to the extremes of cold weather that pervade the North American continent.
All of this sounds quite insane, of course; but that’s how things are - when life threatens to drown you, no raft is unwelcome.
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