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Snowflakes
By Joanne Lovering
 Snowflakes came into our lives unexpectedly. The day before Snowflake’s birth, my little boy said to me, “Bobalink is going to have some babies.” Bobalink is our female tabby cat. At the time, she was actually our 7-month old tabby kitten. We had not spayed her yet because my friend Jane had only recently rescued her from a neighbour’s garage. I had not noticed her swelling tummy. I contradicted my 10-year-old son at first, but on closer look my “no” turned to “maybe.” The next day my “maybe” turned to a “well lookie there.” Three precious lumps appeared in her box. Snowflakes was one of them, so named because the white markings on the back of his mostly black body looked like snowflakes. Kind of.
Unfortunately, Snowflakes’ mother did not favour him. He had a few good weeks of nursing alongside his sister (the third kitten did not live long) and then suddenly, his mother was done with him. One day she grabbed him by the top of his head and tossed him out of the box. His sister was still welcome to snuggle and feed, but not Snowflakes. So, Snowflakes grew up fast. And strong. And independent. Read more
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Silent Wednesday
By LuLu Johnson
 When the grocery cart caught the back of my heel, I didn’t say anything. And when the lady said, “I’m sorry” in a tone that voided her words, I held my tongue. She was being sarcastic, paying me back for cutting in line. I didn’t think I had, but I also didn’t argue my innocence. I couldn’t. It was a Wednesday.
I don’t talk on Wednesdays. Read more
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Black Humour And Other Happenings At A Jewish Funeral — Part Three
By Diane Schachter
 My dad’s funeral was on a Monday in 1996, in Winnipeg. It was a graveside service on an overcast fall day. I didn’t shed many tears at the funeral. I think that I had already said my goodbyes long before his burial. Still, as I saw my dad’s casket being lowered into the ground, tears trickled down my cheeks. In Judaism, the casket is minimalist and is made of cedar. No rich or poor in burial; we are all equals at death. Read more
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Just Jesse: The Amazing Jack Russell Terrier
By Heather Brook
  Incredible Video of Jesse Helping around the House.
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My name is Heather Brook, and my best friend Jesse is currently 5 years old. He is a tri-color, broken-coat, Jack Russell Terrier who loves adventure. Ever since I brought him home on my 16th birthday when he was 8 weeks old, we have been inseparable. Read more
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