If you are an animal lover and heading into your senior years chances are you have said goodbye to more than a few pet companions. One dog died in my arms from cancer, another from old age, one was killed by another dog and one died while I was on vacation. My grief for each one was no less than the grief I've felt for the passing of a beloved human.
It's no surprise pet parents are becoming a lot more serious about pet custody. The need to divide this member of your home can be painful and hold so much more value than the division of material possessions.
Last week, we recognized some of the most remarkable people and animals on the front lines of that effort by bestowing our annual ASPCA Humane Awards.
I miss my dog! Not enough to fly him cross country in the belly of an airplane. But just enough to settle for a hand carved wooden clone.
Imagine losing your first home to one of the most devastating storms in history, Hurricane sandy when you were only a few weeks old. Now add to that l...
November is "Adopt a Senior Pet Month," and adopting a pet isn't just good for your pet; it's good for you, too. Check out these nine scientifically-researched ways that pets improve the lives of their human companions.
What happens when -- in that split second you weren't watching -- a furry friend wanders off? What do you do next? How far could your pet possibly wander? No matter how prepared the pet parent, it's easy for panic to set in.
Saying goodbye to Sophie was one of the hardest things I've had to do in my life. I guess I'm fortunate to be able to even say that, but it's true.
You remembered the essentials: food and water bowls, a comfy bed, plenty of toys and a toolkit of grooming tools. But over 99 percent of pet owners are forgetting one of the most important products you need for your pet: insurance.
Don't get us wrong, we love the cheer that lights up chilly December, but to the directors of a no-kill animal shelter in NYC, holidays spell little more than disaster for thousands of momentarily-loved pets in Manhattan alone.
Let's be clear, right off the bat: This is neither a post about cats nor about Kanye West. This is, however, a post about what happens once one writes a blog post that may be less-than-favorable, albeit satiric, about American icons.
Little Sam was born and I hardly had time to breathe, or sleep, or eat, let alone take walks. I hired a babysitter a couple of hours a week, and when I didn't use the time to collapse on my bed, I scrounged up the leashes.
When it comes to Halloween, we're careful to protect our little witches and goblins. Yes, we teach our kids that there may be tricks amongst the treats and that we must check all goodies before our little ones can tear in. We don't always think about taking extra precautions with our pets, but it's important.
I work as a dog trainer and am surrounded by a lot of nerdy dog types, all of whom don't skimp when it comes to their doggie pals. But that doesn't mean we spend a bundle.
I get some mighty odd glares when walking my pit bull. No matter. I'd rather hang out with a pit bull than most people any day. Here's why.
This is a rant. Saw a post on a Facebook dog page, supposedly humorous, where a woman laughingly described how her dog was completely neurotic, anxio...