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My vision blurred and slowly faded into darkness. I felt as if the world was closing in on me; a blender had been turned on in my mind and every regret or memory I had ever had in my 11 years came alive. My heart pounded as I reached for support. Suddenly, I fell.
The options on where my younger sister — an eighth grader at Aptos Middle School — could attend high school are still unknown, but nonetheless, the impending decision has been a point of familial contention.
Dogs are just as excited to see their masters as San Franciscans were to see the Giants win their second world championship in three years. There is not a day when I unlock the door that my dog isn’t waiting with her tail wagging, ready to play.
As a young child, dogs and cats sent me to the emergency room many times. I had a severe allergy to animal fur, but could never resist petting the cute animals.
Catch up with the photojournalists behind all your favorite shots.
Have you ever seen the black stone statue of an elegantly seated cat — the one with the nose ring? I think the Egyptians had it right. Not because of their archeological achievements, but for the sole reason that they were smart enough to worship those mysterious yet cuddly creatures — cats.
