Animal Stories

So I’ve been thinking about Winnie the Pooh and honestly, I kind of hate this character. It’s weird, right? Like, how do you hate a silly old bear? But every time I see him or hear about him, it just annoys me. Sure, he's all cuddly and sweet on the outside, but let’s face it: he’s not that great when you really think about it.....

First off, he seems so lazy and clueless. Always needing help from his friends to do the simplest things, I get that it's supposed to be endearing but come on. Am I the only one who thinks it's a bit much? It irritates me to no end how he just floats through life relying on everyone else in Hundred Acre Wood.

And what's with that weird obsession with honey? It's like he's got no other interest or hobby besides stuffing his face with it. Don’t even get me started on how often he gets stuck in holes because of it; doesn’t he ever learn? You’d think once would be enough to change those habits.

Oh man, don't even talk to me about how forgetful he is. The dude literally struggles with remembering anything beyond what’s right in front of him. Makes me wonder if there's ever any growth there or if he's just stuck as this eternally bumbling character forever.

Maybe I’m overthinking this (after all, it's just a kids' show 😅) but talking animals aside, there's something about characters who never grow up or take responsibility that gets under my skin. Anyway, that's my two cents.

I've sort of... vented some heavy things here. So much pain.. so much memory. Too much of everything. But some memories keep me warm in the dark, when all I see is violence and all I hear are screams long since past their point of echo.

I think of my boy, my dog, my Spike. A dachshund. Large for his breed, loud. A beautiful animal, gods own touch.

We'd taken him in from a place no better than ours.. but, for a time.. it was. As Home fell into chaos and my childhood became what it was, there he was with me. I sought escape. I sought anything good.

As time marched, I wasn't able to have many friends. I was isolated. Forcefully. Coupled with the things my family was doing, the things in which they were involved.. but here he was. My boy. I wish I had a happy ending here. I wish.. so bad.

He meant everything to me. More than my own life. I could be beaten, tied down, the worst you can imagine.. but no harm to him. I fought for him, in that place. Where even children suffered. Where perversion and.. just. Evil. Rampant evil. I began to try and run away from home..I couldn't always take him. She, my mother, she knew his worth to me. God help me typing this. God please.

I just need to get it out. Once just once. Forgive me if you read this, and find only pain. ims orry

I would take him everywhere. Hikes, into the mountains. I showed him places most only reached by helicopter. I took him to sights many would think too impractical or unsafe for him to see; Ancient, titanic landslides hundreds of KM into the Unknown, or little seen.

I took him to stagnant glaciers, to the ocean that was the tops of each mountain, behind the Diamond, as we called it- the largest mountain near. Black, smooth peaks. They were like massive, frozen waves. And there he was, on my pack. At my side. Happy, loving me. I spent so long nurturing that sweet innocent life. He was so mistreated as a pup... he was so afraid. Like me.

But he was brave too. Like any dog, full of adventure and curiosity. One time, damn me for losing any pictures of this, I put an orange bandana on him, and little shades. He was ecstatic to be included in human clothes ahah.

Didn't last.. animals in my home.. didn't last. Then, I was far too young. I didn't see, it wasn't just me, just us kids, being abused. And eventually, everyone but me remained. Me and Her. She knew, as my escape attempts became more complex.. only time. Just a matter of time. So She did what any abuser does: Destroy something I love.

I escaped from home, after time. Ran. Alone. 14 years old. No one to help. I tried to take him.. no place would take me with him. No shelter. I pleaded, I screamed I threatened. No one cared. I couldn't go back, not without a way to save him. So I.. did my own thing. Somehow, finished school . Got a job, my own place- at that unlearned age, fuck, man.

All the while She hunted me. Always. Somehow the Law just.. wouldn't take her, not then. No matter what she did.. those fucking cowards..

One day; I received a message. The dog was dying. No way to save him. I felt something. Idk what. I just.. knew it was Her, my mother. That witch who wears skin like she's human, but has done so much to prove otherwise. She told me- come, come say goodbye. I was torn. She wouldn't lay a finger on me, or I'd.. do what I needed. But.. three years now. I was 17, I was.. maybe I should. I'm bigger. I can take her. I'll go, I'll see my baby.. maybe take him? Anything. I told her if she valued her life, she'd leave the talking to me. So much had happened..You cannot understand. The woman tore part of my face open as a boy. She... I had my reasons for being so.. cold. I was young. scared.

But I went. What a mess.. my boy. Grayed. Older. He was so happy to see me, I nearly screamed in anguish to see how he struggled to come to me. My only friend, my only family. no

but yes

I took him into my arms. I took him and walked to his favorite place. The beach... he whined. wanted to run oh my God but he couldn't. He vomited.. blood all over me. His eyes became white.

He whined, and.. the pain my baby. My boy. It was the worst I had ever suffered. No.. beating nor burns nothing. Nothing compared. I demanded- what the fuck?? How is he puking his entrails, what. the. FUCK? I told mother- explain freely, or have it beaten from you. I was furious. Bloodlust.. I'm not.. I'm not happy to share this.. even here. But. It's true.

She took my shoulders. A soft voice.. What is this, I thought. She has only EVER been violent, been aggressive, hateful. She's.. only ever done this once- when.. she killed my snake.. My python..

She'd hated that thing. The bulbs kept bursting.. she was tired of replacing them. I came home.. it's head was flat. Guts trailed down its body. I asked her- then, I was 12- what happened?

She looked at me with the same eyes, same voice: "I'm sorry darling. Dehydration." I knew it was a lie..

And instantly, I smacked her away, hard, violently. I held my boy to me, and told her to get away. She tried to soothe me, running her hands on my shoulders. But I knew.

She told me a rival- some other druggie whore- had poisoned him. Anti-freeze. She said she would get revenge for me.

I told her nothing, not then. Spike began to die in my arms... more blood. Rage and anguish.. The ONLY THING ID EVER BEEN ALLOWED TO HAVE. Gone.

I took his body. Walked home, covered in his blood. I felt.. I.. don't know. Pain. Sorrow. I felt I needed to die; I failed him. I should have saved him, even if it meant killing that bitch. Such innocence.. my baby. And so innocent as God makes all creatures that aren't men, that aren't US.

I had a name- the would be poisoner. I confronted her- of all places- in her deathbed. Her family.. I.. don't take pride.. in it. I put the fear of God almighty into them. Me, this broken young boy, filled with vengeful rage... but it wasn't her. I was given proof- rivalry? Sure. They explained the truth. It was all mother. As expected. Mother tried to tell me this woman walked a week away from death, 3 hours into the wilderness to where my mother had been camped- yes, camped- to kill my dog. I was.. idek.

I flew into a rage. Hunted her. She fled.. think of this, I was beaten black and blue from 3 to 14. She.. ran??? From ME??? I didn't have proof concrete proof. But I knew she'd done it. She did. To this day.. I am haunted. Maybe any of who reads this will have already read the other horrors I've posted. For that, I am sorry. But.. this is all I have. I can almost forgive it...the pain. Tied in the dark. The.. other things. Beatings.. worse. Not just by her... I can almost, God damn it, I can almost forget... but my boy? No, no.. I can't. My poor boy. I rescued him from one hell, and I failed to prevent another. I hate Myself for it... I curse the world; I damn my mother that evil whore.. I.. it hurts so much. I'm sobbing even now. God.

My cats also magically disappeared, a year later. The story given, another lie.. She probably killed them too..

This is all so fucked up.. I know. I have so much pain. So much. Hurts so so bad. Want to be held by anyone; but too weak.. too scared. Try to.. talk to counselors. Can't. words choke me, I freeze. Anger and pain and sorrow.. and ALWAYS my Spike. My boy. I'm so sorry I couldn't save you. I'm sorry I was so weak and so scared. Boy or otherwise. I should have risked the winter. I should have died with him. Something, ANYTHING. and here I am now. 26 years old.. I feel 50. 100. I feel broken. I want to get help.. but I'm so scared to face this. God forgive me.. God please forgive me. Spike forgive

my boy my boy. forgive me for everything

[Translated from Spanish. Reminder: IIWIARS is English only]

Taking advantage of this section, I wanted to tell a short story.

Once a fly wouldn’t let my dog and me sleep, so I set out to chase it like in that Breaking Bad episode. As soon as the fly landed somewhere, my dog could easily see it, and almost pointing at it with his eyes, I could see where it was and thus get rid of it.

I wonder what perception my little dog had, or in other occasions what his understanding is.

My cat goes outdoors and a month ago his brother who lived three houses from ours passed away from a tragic accident with a car. So, I think it’s too risky for her to go out but sometimes she can’t help it. I was wondering how can I change this behaviour?

So i lost a pet. A horse. A tumor, most likely, took her from us less than two days ago. Realistically i wasn't close to her. I was just a 'treat giver'. I used to ride a few years ago but I stopped a while before we even got her. Horses were HER big dream not mine anyway. SHE'S devasted. SHE'S picked up smoking again. "Only one cig" when It gets dark and SHE starts crying. I watched behind the window when they burried her. I stayed around on her last day when we were trying everything to help her. I haven't cried though. I knew was going to die. You could tell at first glance. She didn't even have the strength to get back up. But i didn't believe it. Does that make sense? To know something for certain and still refuse It? On her last few hours i was too tired and I went to bed. I set an allarm at precisely 4:00 am. Idk why. I like to wake up early I think. But that time felt like It. I thought in the morning the vet would come to help. And idk. She would Just get up and go back to being healthy and everything would be normal again. But when i woke i knew she was gone. It was too silent. The vet never came. She died during night. I knew she would die already. Her condition was too bad

She had been getting skinnier recently. And no matter what we tried she didn't couldn't put on fat. I woke up knowing she was gone. But since SHE told me i couldn't really wrap my head around it. It doesn't feel real. Like a dream. It happened fast. In the early morning she fell and didn't have the strength to get back up. And the next morning she was gone. I was close to her. But She was a normal part of life. Of family. Of routine. It's normal to see her there. A little old. Maybe a Little stupid. But there. Alive, fluffy, breathing and Gluttonous. But now she's not. She under the earth. I watched when they burried, hidden away. Honestly I hoped that it would make me cry for some reason but i didn't. I Just couldn't stop watching. I can't stop watching even now the ground that holds her body. I can't stop thinking that when i look at stable i'm gonna see her inside. She gonna be there. She should be. But She isn't. She's under the ground now. She was scared when she died. She scratched herself in the panic and she bled. Her fur was dirty. I cant stop thinking about it. I don't even know of i have the right to feel this way. I was even her owner not really. SHE was. And yet i can't think without going back to her. To her last day. To her owner's words. My stomach feels naseous. I wanna throw up. I kinda wanna cry. I think that would make feel better. I want to stop thinking. Idk what I want. I'm writing this BC i can't sleep. this Is haunting me.

My family adopted a cat in december, well she adopted us. And I wanna know how to make great games for her because sometimes she seems a little bit bored.

so yeah i’m 16 and a girl and i live on a farm, which sounds cute until you realize it also means mice, like a ridiculous amount of mice, and they are everywhere all the time and i swear they know when i’m already stressed. i’ve been scared of them for as long as i can remember, like heart racing, hands shaking, full panic mode when one runs across the floor. my family thinks it’s hilarious, especially my brothers, and even my parents do that little laugh like oh here we go again. i try to be polite about it and not yell, but sometimes it really hurts. last week one ran out from behind the feed bags and i jumped on a chair and everyone laughed for like five straight minutes. i know they’re tiny and probably more scared of me, people always say that, but my brain just doesn’t care. it feels embarrassing being scared of something so small, especially when you grow up around animals and mud and all that. sometimes i wonder if living on a farm automatically means you’re supposed to be fearless, like cows are fine and spiders are fine and mice should be fine too, but they are not fine to me. do you ever feel like your fear defines you more than you want it to?

i really want to change though, and that’s the part i don’t tell my family because they’d tease me even more. i don’t want to be the girl who screams every time a mouse shows up, even if it’s kind of who i’ve always been. i’ve tried little things, like watching them from far away when my dad is around, or not immediately running out of the room when i hear scratching. once i stayed still for like ten whole seconds while one ran across the kitchen, which felt like a huge deal to me, even if no one else noticed. my mom said i did good, in a calm nice way, and that helped more than she probably knows. i keep telling myself fear isn’t permanent, it’s more like a habit you can slowly unlearn if you’re patient. sometimes i even think the mice are just part of the farm doing their mouse business and i’m the weird one barging into their space. it sounds silly but that thought actually calms me down a bit. i still hate when my family jokes, but i try to remind myself they don’t mean to be cruel, they just don’t understand how real it feels to me 🐭

the other night i was alone in the barn and i heard that familiar scuffling sound and my first instinct was to run, but i stopped myself and took a breath and told myself i was safe, even though i really didn’t feel like it; i didn’t see the mouse, but i also didn’t panic, and that felt like progress. i’m trying to be hopeful and gentle with myself because being mean to myself never helped anyone. i think one day i might even be able to pick something up knowing a mouse could be nearby and not freak out, and that thought actually makes me smile. i know change takes time, especially with fears that live in your body and not just your thoughts. i wish my family would cheer me on instead of laughing, but maybe once they see me improving they will. until then i’ll keep trying, one small step at a time, and maybe my story can remind you that it’s okay to be scared and still want to be brave, right?

In March of this year I had to take my two beloved cats to the humane society. I haven't recovered at all from the heavy grief of not having them or knowing what happened to them. Everyday I end up seeing cats that remind me of them on facebook and I just break down. I wish I knew that they were okay. I don't know how to cope with the losses and it's left heavily depressed and anxious. I miss them so much and I'm worried about their well-being. I'm devastated that I will never see them or know anything of them again.

Hello. I lost my pet pig almost a year ago and am still dealing with feelings of regret and guilt, as well as loss. He was the closest thing I could call a child and a big part of my life for three years.

He was sickly a few times before he died, with loss of appetite and energy. I took him to both a clinic and got a vet to look at him, but didn’t get a lot of answers and was just told to try to feed him. So I did, and most of the times he got better, but then got sick again.

Then he one day after getting a lot better (I thought) got REALLY sick and I panicked since I was sure he was dying. I still lived with my parents then, but they weren’t as panicked as me and said they would help me take him to a clinic in the morning. The vet on call (night shift) also said we probably could wait till the morning. It was Sunday night and I was thinking more about the money than I now wish I did. He died after a few hours of me trying to keep him warm.

I am now learning after researching what I think was his cause of death, that I could have saved him if I gave him early treatment. And pretty easily at that. That has been haunting me since he died, and I can not stop feeling like a horrible human being, and selfish person that cared more about the money than take him to a clinic again after a unhelpful experience.

I felt like I was dying the first week and literally could not sleep because I was crying so much and saw him every time I closed my eyes. I still cry when I see his photos, and more than anything feel like it’s my fault that he died, and that he would have had it better if someone else was his owner.

I’m mostly here to vent, since I don’t really feel like I have anyone to talk about this with. It’s my first time using this site, so I don’t know if this is the correct way to post. If anyone has some tips for getting over mostly the guilt, I would appreciate it. Thank you for reading.

When I moved in with my dads parents his mom said that I could bring my 2 cats with me and now she made me put their litter box outside because according to her its making her house stink even though its upstairs in the bathoom in a corner and the bathroom is in my bedroom to which I havent smelt it I only smell it when I need to clean it. Shes also been accusing my cats of spraying because she smells cat spray even though my dad and grandpa have both been upstairs with me and havent smelt cat spray (My dad claims he can smell a sneeze on peoples hands so I believe if he cant smell it then they arent spraying). Thinks they will have more joy outside when I keep telling her yes they were inside outside cats at my previous place but she wont listen and she also wants them to hunt rats/mice for her.

My grandma today during hunting season mind you just asked if we should leave my 2 cats outside while we go to town and the fact its hunting season and that people around here hate cats with a passion it isnt a good idea which I told her that and she instead of letting them roam around just shoved them into the laundry room were the doggy door is and the gate outside has a gap they can get out of easy if they get scared of something

So it's the 26 of September. The past few days have a bit of mess. I've some better than others but i was a bit low energy and tired. On some days i only did the bare minimun and even less. On others i got a bit ahead of my work even if not by much. Yesterday my dog died. It's a weird way so Say It ig but honestly the way i'm feeling Is a bit weird right now too. It was a very fast thing. Didn't even have time to get her to the vet. It was all so sudden. In the morning she was alright. Eating playing. And then when i came back from school She wasn't eating or drinking and didn't have much strenght. And by the evening she wasn't with us anymore. She had been a bit weird the past few days. More cuddly out of nowhere She had always been a little weird. Attached to us by the hip a moment, completly out of our sight the next. I hadn't thought anything of It. But now i realized she was saying goodbye. It's kinda of sureal. My chest hurts. I haven't really cried about It yet. I've come close. I don't even know if i want to. It's so weird. Everything Is weird recently. None of the moments i'm living feel real. Idk what's going. Everything feels too normal and too different all at the same time. It happened, i was there to see her leave. And then she was gone and everything Just.. continued. I didn't really sleep last night. I was scared and anxious. I was scared of having nightmares. And then i crashed in the early morning. And then i woke up just like normal. And everything Is Just moving on. Even though It feels like It shouldn't.

Maybe It's Just the shock. I'm having trouble processing It honestly. My room Is a bit of mess. I have things to do. Lists and work to do. But I don't feel like doing anything. Idk. Maybe i'm exagerating? It's been very long since i've been in simirliar situation. I was much younger then and i was very sheltered from It ig and i think i was too young and stupid to really get It. This time. I was there everything moment since day One and untill the last moment. And i've seen her say goodbye i've seen her leave us. Out of no where. I've seen the look into her eyes when It happened. Maybe i should've looked away. Idk. idk how to feel. I've Just had this weird feeling in my chest since.

I have a 1 yr old bunny who I give medicine to every day, I was venting to my friend in school about how scared I was. There was another girl with us who was laughing and she said ”oh sorry I was thinking about something” I call bs, she’s a rude person and overall disrespectful and disruptive. While I was mid sentence she cut me off to say something funny she saw on TikTok. Later I had a lesson and my friend skipped the lesson to go outside and the other girl, let’s call her Mary. Mary told my friend ”that girl [my name] talks SO much” while she’s screaming in school and being a pain for everyone. I was just trying to talk about my SICK bunny but no I’m not allowed to speak apparently. How disgustingly disrespectful can you be girl??

I feel so guilty because my dads mom gave me one of her expenisve dogs like a day or two after my old dog died and I just cant feel a connection like I did with my old dog Im not even sure if I love the new dog or not all I ever do is compare her (The new dog) to my old dog and wish she was my old dog because he was blind, grumpy, and just goofy compared to her whos shy and doesnt do anything besides panic and cling to me which maybe Im just not used to a dog who can see be as clingy as my blind dog I dont know but I feel guilty that I got this free show dog basically and I just dont really love her

I'm taking care of a 4-month-old puppy for a week, and I want to know some advice for it.

Thanks.