Category Archives: Fang & Claw

A Thousand Seven

Loving a dog is a risky endeavor. You know, from the start, that one day you’ll have to say goodbye. You bring them into your life, fully aware that their time is shorter than yours. You sign up for an ending before you begin.

And yet, you do it anyway. You welcome them in, let them take up space in your days, your home, your heart. Before you know it, they’ve woven themselves into your life in ways you never expected—ways you’ll never be able to undo.

Then, too soon, the day comes when they’re gone, and it wrecks you. It always does. But even through the heartbreak, you know you’d do it all over again. Because somehow, the love they give—the joy, the companionship, the simple, unwavering presence—always outweighs the pain. Every single time.

So you do it anyway.

Fire on Low


Across California, over 800 animals have been saved from the wildfires. Shelters filled with dogs and cats, barns crammed with horses and donkeys, and quiet corners housing turtles and birds. Their faces were marked by soot and fear. Many carried burns, wounds, and the heavy weight of survival.

The rescue teams waded into smoldering fields, broke down fences, and coaxed frightened creatures from danger. They carried pups in their arms, herded panicked horses, and loaded trembling goats onto trucks.

Some animals found safety in makeshift shelters: high school gyms turned into stalls and pens. Others were driven to rescue centers, their cries muffled by the hum of engines. Veterinarian worked without sleep, patching up animals as flames raged in the hills.

The numbers don’t tell the whole story. 800 lives saved. 800 futures reclaimed from the fire’s edge. It’s not enough, but it’s something. Out there, beneath the smoke and haze, they’re still searching. They won’t stop. Not yet.

The Weight

The Weight
No one considers the weight of Mondays.
The rain of yesterday vanishes—
a whisper swallowed by wind.
There is only this:
the hallowed circle of breath,
a communion of fur and dust,
a chorus of bodies
spinning the sun in their orbit.

Let the heart leap.
Let the earth tremble on paws.
There is no instruction
but to fall fully into this
wild rhythm of now.

Here, among concrete tables
and paths worn thin by joy,
we remember—
how simple the teaching,
how ancient the truth:
Love requires no reason.
Heaven is just this—
a tail wagging,
a tongue lolling
the sweet salt of the present.

This moment:
all breath and soil,
all tongues and tails,
a small kingdom of wonder
where joy is no one’s master,
and we belong to nothing
but boundless air.