Showing posts with label pet lovers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pet lovers. Show all posts

Saturday 5 August 2017

She Cried for Me: Autobiography of a Dog


Hello friends,
I just returned from a wonderful vacation in Florida and found these lovely reviews for 'She Cried For Me: An Autobiography of a dog.

5 stars
Sweet Tale
ByReviewed.By.Me

Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
From a dog's POV comes a touching tale of overcoming trauma and finding peace with a family she loved. For dog lovers and for everyone else who can appreciate a thoughtful short story.

5.0 out of 5 stars I am a dog lover and enjoyed this story very much.

By Kelly on July 20, 2017
Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
I am a dog lover and enjoyed this story very much. We often forget that our pets have feelings too and they depend on us so much. A pleasant read that made me smile often!

5.0 out of 5 starsSweet, funny, touching and hard-hitting. A fitting tribute to a special dog.

By marmalizer on July 29, 2017
Format: Kindle Edition

This is a wonderfully touching and often funny memoir of a dog called Spikey, who was owned by the author of this story.
It is a quick read, but that doesn't mean there is no time for build-up or effective use of pacing.
Basically, anyone who has ever owned a pet (or been owned by the pet) will understand that for some reason, we were bound to be part of their lives. As animals generally live a shorter life than us as humans, it makes their presence all the more special. I also believe that if one does not have children of their own, or cannot have children for whatever reason, that a dog or a cat, or indeed any pet, can be elevated to a very special and unique status in their lives.
The story is clever and really gives you an insight into what this special dog thought about those around them, as well as their own worries and fears about things and situations they did not understand.
If you are an animal lover, or you appreciate that life is passing every single moment, or you believe that pets are not just pets - something to be discarded when they die, you will take something from this book. I will not say you will enjoy it - it hits home on many points that if you lost a pet recently, it may not be the time to read it. But the important thing to recognise is that this is a story with a heart as big as the dog at its centre, and if that doesn't convince you to read it today, nothing will.

These reviews made me very happy and I thank the readers who wrote them.
I will be writing a post about my vacation soon so look out for it.
Meanwhile please check out my books at Amazon.

Thursday 25 May 2017

For Pet and Dog Lovers - Autobiography of a Homeless Dog.


I wrote a short story "She Cried for Me" after my pet dog died on 17th May 2017. It was a sad day for me and with tears in my eyes, I wrote a short story about her. She was a homeless dog who my husband and I had taken in ten years ago.
It is also standalone.
Proceeds of sales of the Book will go to the Animals Alive Dog Rescue Shelter in Trinidad, the Sanctuary referred to in the Book.
Only 0.99 cents

BOOK DESCRIPTION

She Cried for Me is a story for pet and dog lovers.
It is about a young dog who became tired of being underfed and abused.
Scared of her owner's threat to kill her, she ran away.
The owner of a dog sanctuary rescued her from dogcatchers.
She finally found a loving home with a loving family that adopted her.
Proceeds of sales of the Book will go to the Animals Alive Dog Rescue Shelter, the Sanctuary referred to in the Book.


FIRST REVIEW

'From a dog's POV comes a touching tale of overcoming trauma and finding peace with a family she loved. For dog lovers and for everyone else who can appreciate a thoughtful short story.'

Read a sample chapter below:

She Cried for Me Chapter One

“What are you doing here, dog?” he shouted. I cringed as I saw the broom raised in his hand. It came crashing down but I darted away for cover under the steps. He came after me and I lay crouched in the lowest part of the area where he could not get at me. He stooped to glare at me and blurted out, “When I get back home tonight be gone from here. Do you hear me, dog? I cannot afford to buy myself a proper meal, far less feed you. For your own sake leave, or I will kill you.”
I heard from my master those last words. I was scared to death. I was just sitting on the lawn. I was not disturbing him. Why did he hate me? Where would I go? I was born there.
My mother gave birth to my brothers and me under those steps where I lay. My master’s wife who loved us and took care of us passed away one month ago. My mother died of starvation two weeks after my master’s wife died. He gave away my brothers to two of his friends.
I recall that day. His friends came to visit him and they started drinking and behaving raucously. They were also smoking something, which smelt awful.
Late at night, three of them stumbled out of the house. They looked at us as we huddled together on the ground. We were hungry and expected dinner. My master threw some scraps of bread on the ground. They turned to leave.
One of them turned around and asked my master, “My son has been asking for a pet. Can I have that one?” He pointed to my brother. He was better looking than I was. In fact, both my brothers were better looking than I was. I am a girl but I was scrawny looking because I lacked proper care and nutrition.
“You can have all three,” he said. ”My wife loved pets but I have no time for them. To me, they are bloody nuisances.”
“I will take one for my son too,” said the other man. He stood for a while looking at us, glancing from one to the other. I hoped that one of them would take me away and feed me. I started thinking how nice it would be to be the pet of a little boy. It was not to be. In the blink of an eye, they took up my brothers and walked off with them. I was alone. My master looked at me and said, “No one wants you, dog. I am stuck with you.” I felt abandoned. I did not even have a name. He addressed me as ‘dog’ each time.
For days, he did not feed me. Luckily, for me, the little girl next door would throw me a few sausages when she was feeding her dogs. She was very kind, and her dogs came close to the fence to keep my company.
When my master was at home, he would sweep the yard and threaten me with the broom. At times, he would hit me with the broom and I would run off howling in pain. It was becoming unbearable to live there anymore.

END OF SAMPLE

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