Pet Home Health Care

18/10/2025

18/10/2025

18/10/2025

My boyfriend made this little arched doorway in the wall for my cat so she could move freely between the living room and bedroom without us having to leave doors open all the time.
I came home from work three days ago and he's standing there grinning like he just built the Sistine Chapel, pointing at the baseboard. "Look what I made."
There's a perfect little archway cut into the wall. Wood frame, smooth edges, brass hardware holding it in place like a tiny magical portal. He measured her, researched cat door heights, watched YouTube videos on how to cut drywall without destroying the whole wall.
Spent two weekends building this because he noticed she'd sit by the bedroom door and meow when it was closed, wanting to be wherever we weren't.
I stood there staring at this thing trying not to cry because who does that? Who spends their Saturday cutting a cat-sized archway into someone else's rental apartment wall because a cat seemed mildly inconvenienced?
He said he found the design idea on Tedooo app in a home improvement group, saw someone else did it for their dog. Ordered the brass corner pieces from a woodworker on Tedooo who makes custom pet furniture. Even sanded and stained the wood to match our floors.
My girl walked through it immediately, stopped in the middle, and looked back at him like "finally, someone gets it."
Now she uses it approximately seventy times a day. Back and forth. Living room to bedroom. Bedroom to living room. Just because she can.
I posted this photo in the pet community on Tedooo where I sell handmade cat toys and collars. People lost their minds. Someone asked if my boyfriend takes commissions.
Best photo ever of my girl. But really it's the best photo of what love looks like when someone pays attention to the small things that matter to you.
Even if it's a cat. And a doorway. And a weekend project that didn't need to happen but did anyway.

16/10/2025

16/10/2025

15/10/2025

November 3rd: Daylight Saving Time ends.
You get an extra hour of sleep. I get killed on the highway.
Here's why:
When clocks "fall back," your evening commute happens at dusk—exactly when deer are most active.
The Facts:

Deer-vehicle collisions SPIKE 300% the week after DST ends
October-November = deer mating season (bucks are distracted, reckless)
1.5 million deer-vehicle collisions per year in the US
200 human deaths, 26,000 injuries annually
$10 billion in vehicle damage

Why this happens:

Deer move at dawn and dusk (crepuscular)
Your commute suddenly overlaps with their active hours
Rutting bucks chase does across roads without looking
You're driving in the dark, going too fast

What YOU can do:

Slow down at dusk (5-7 PM in November)
If you see one deer, expect 5 more (they travel in groups)
Don't swerve—brake firmly and stay in your lane
High beams in rural areas (see reflective eyes sooner)

I don't want to die. You don't want a totaled car.
Slow. Down.
– 🦌 The Deer in Your Headlights

15/10/2025

Sprout may be small, but her spirit is anything but. When she arrived at POMDR, she couldn’t walk due to Invertebral Disc Disease and likely neurological complications. Thanks to the gentle care of her foster home, Sprout is now walking with ease and joy.

She’s ready for a forever home that can continue her care with attentiveness and love. Sprout has shown just how resilient a little dog can be. She’s ready to keep thriving with the right guardian by her side.

ADOPT: Sprout
Chihuahua mix | Female | ~5 years old | 12 pounds
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We are located in Pacific Grove, CA.

15/10/2025

Even in the face of death, she wouldn’t let go. Amid wildfire chaos, a police officer found a mother bear in a burned car, cradling her lifeless cub — silent, grieving, unmoving. The cub had died from smoke inhalation, but she stayed, guarding her baby. Rescuers spent hours gaining her trust. When they carried the cub away, she followed closely, making sure love didn’t leave her sight. In the ashes, she wasn’t just a bear — she was a symbol that true love never runs, never gives up, and never lets go. (check in the first comment👇)

15/10/2025

I moved to Berlin for work and felt lonely in a new city. One rainy Saturday I wandered into a Tierheim, a German animal shelter. The place surprised me. It was clean and calm. Volunteers knelt by kennels, speaking softly in German and English. A sign on the wall explained that, by law, shelters here do not put down healthy animals. Only if an animal is very sick or dangerous to people can a vet consider euthanasia. Otherwise, every life is protected.
A small dog watched me from the back of a kennel—brown ears, worried eyes. “That’s Momo,” a volunteer said. “He needs time. No rush. He can stay here as long as he needs.” She told me Momo had been found tied to a fence. In other places he might have run out of time. Here, time was the gift.
I sat on the floor. Momo crept forward, tail low. We didn’t do much—just breathing and treats and patience. By the third visit his tail wagged like a tiny flag. “He chooses you,” the volunteer laughed.
The day I took Momo home, the staff handed me a folder with medical records, training tips, and their phone number for questions anytime. As we left, Momo paused at the door, as if to say goodbye to the people who believed he was worth saving.
Now he naps by my desk and greets neighbors like they are old friends. When people ask how we found each other, I say: in Germany, shelters protect life—and that safety gave us a chance to become a family

13/10/2025