Klassic K-9 Grooming

11/12/2025

11/12/2025

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11/11/2025

At the eleventh hour on the eleventh day of the eleventh month...
We pause once more - to remember every life lost in war, human and animal alike.
Some wore uniforms. Others wore collars, harnesses, or feathers.
All gave their hearts.

11/11/2025

On 11th November, alongside the remembrance of fallen soldiers, we also honour the millions of animals who served and suffered in wars. Horses, mules, dogs, cats, and pigeons played vital roles in transport, communication, and detection, often working in extreme and dangerous conditions. Many never returned, dying from injuries, exhaustion, or the harsh realities of battlefields. Today, their service is remembered through memorials such as the Animals in War Memorial in London, inscribed with the words “They had no choice.” Purple poppies are worn to commemorate their sacrifice, reminding us that animals, too, were victims of human conflict and deserve to be remembered with compassion and respect. 💜

11/11/2025

To the heroes who have four legs and paws, we salute you!

11/11/2025

November is National Adopt A Senior Pet Month! Consider a Senior Dog (Cat) when adding a companion to your home!

11/09/2025

Today, we remember the animals who served beside soldiers — loyal, brave, and silent heroes 💜🐴 🐾🫏

I SPOKE TO YOU IN WHISPERS
by Neil Andrew

I spoke to you in whispers
As shells made the ground beneath us quake
We both trembled in that crater
A toxic muddy bloody lake
I spoke to you and pulled your ears
To try and quell your fearful eye
As bullets whizzed through the raindrops
And we watched the men around us die
I spoke to you in stable tones
A quiet tranquil voice
At least I volunteered to fight
You didn't get to make the choice
I spoke to you of old times
Perhaps you went before the plough
And pulled the haycart from the meadow
Far from where we're dying now
I spoke to you of grooming
Of when the ploughman made you shine
Not the shrapnel wounds and bleeding flanks
Mane filled with mud and wire and grime
I spoke to you of courage
As gas filled the Flanders air
Watched you struggle in the mud
Harness acting like a snare
I spoke to you of peaceful fields
Grazing beneath a setting sun
Time to rest your torn and tired body
Your working day is done
I spoke to you of promises
If from this maelstrom I survive
By pen and prose and poetry
I'll keep your sacrifice alive
I spoke to you of legacy
For when this hellish time is through
All those who hauled or charged or carried
Will be regarded heroes too
I spoke to you in dulcet tones
Your eye told me you understood
As I squeezed my trigger to bring you peace
The the only way I could
And I spoke to you in whispers.....

We will remember them 💜