Franco

I colori sono belli,bellissimi!!

[Sérgio Santos @ZAMENZA]

Ela salvou a vida desse pitbull há dois anos e essa foi a reação dele ao reencontra-la.

[Claudia @ClaudiaToni]

È stata chiamata alla clinica veterinaria per vedere se il cane che avevano trovato fosse il suo. Liddie era scomparsa da 21 giorni, ma Kristin non ha mai perso la speranza di ritrovarla.
Ecco l'emozionante momento in cui si ritrovano. 🥹❤

[358ちゃん @max358japan]

動物は人間を助ける🥰✨

[Isaac @isaacrrr7]

Imperdible discurso de Netanyahu:

“Antes de la Segunda Guerra Mundial, los países occidentales le dieron un pedazo de Checoslovaquia a Hitler para hacer la paz. El resultado fue la peor guerra de la historia.

Ahora le dicen a Israel que les dé a los palestinos un pedazo de Israel para hacer la paz. No lo harán, porque su objetivo es destruir el Estado judío.

No nos doblegaremos ante los críticos extranjeros que carecen del coraje de enfrentarse a sus propios enemigos, pero que nos dan lecciones sobre cómo enfrentar a los nuestros.

No recompensaremos el terrorismo. Lo derrotaremos. Y el pueblo judío vivirá libre, fuerte y eterno en nuestra tierra.”

[Franco @FBrelente]

Ha 15 anni, è siciliano ed è il più giovane “ipermemoro” del mondo: ricorda la data precisa di ogni giorno della sua vita - La Sicilia https://t.co/4MUOI8tvDw
Badonnaaaa miaaaa 😳🙄👍👍

[Franco @FBrelente]

Israele se ne frega dell'accordo tra Usa e Iran: "Non ci ritiriamo dai territori occupati in Libano" https://t.co/uIrJI3fx6v
Ok,very good👍👍👍

[Gabriele Corno @Gabriele_Corno]

This Harpy Eagle is the most powerful birds in the world.

[Franco @FBrelente]

Fonte: Il Sole 24 ORE
https://t.co/Bmz1ABE6i9
In culo ai senestroti europei!!!

[Gabriele Corno @Gabriele_Corno]

A wild donkey followed a girl all the way home, and then...

[Devana 🇺🇦 @DevanaUkraine]

A grandmother from Chernihiv region remembers how when the Russians were killing civilians, they asked her how old she was, she answered 96 and then the Russians left her alive but destroyed everything... She says with tears in her eyes that the Russians are destroying her country...

[Lorena~ @Lorena78119028]

Vi auguro una dolcissima notte con il ❤️ e un carissimo abbraccio 💋😘❤️😍😘

[Luca Pecoraro @pecoraroluca883]

Per i meno giovani ,una tragedia che nn si dimentica ,ci fu una diretta di 3 giorni ,come molti di voi ricorderanno 🙏❤️

[MASTR @MastrXYZ]

Some of you will probably laugh at this, and many will not understand it.

My 17 year old cat is not doing well, and we will probably have to let her go.

Kidney failure, almost from 1 day to the next. 2 days ago she was still running around like a young cat.

I am a grown man, and this is breaking my heart. At the same time I have to find a way to explain to my children that this is part of life, even when it feels brutally unfair.

17 years.

She has been with me for almost half my life.

Through 4 different homes, different chapters, different versions of myself, from having no children to having 3 children.

She was always there. Every day she came to me, wanted to be close, climbed onto my arm like it was the most normal thing in the world.

She never scratched 1 of my children.

Never hurt anyone. A proper little lady.

Call me soft if you want. I do not care.

There are things in life you only understand once they are suddenly standing right in front of you.

The quiet loyalty of an animal is one of them.

No words, no demands, no drama. Just presence.

For 17 years she simply existed next to me, through stress, change, exhaustion, bad days, good days, moving boxes, new rooms, crying babies, growing children and all the silent moments.

And now I have to watch her become weak almost overnight.

I have to look at her and somehow decide what kindness means when every part of me wants more time.

Love makes you want to hold on. Responsibility forces you to let go before suffering becomes the price of your own selfishness.

So yes, I am devastated over a cat.

A 17 year old little soul who followed me through almost half my life, never asked for anything except closeness and food, and gave my family nothing but gentleness.

Laugh if you want. I will grieve her properly.

This picture is 17 years old, from the day I picked her up.

[Nasha Canada🇨🇦Наша Канада @NashaCanada]

Россияне, знаете ли вы, что после окончания войны в Украине, Россию ждут 43 миллиона исков от украинских граждан по обвинению в геноциде?
И компенсации по этим искам, не имеющим срока давности, будете всю жизнь выплачивать вы, ваши дети, внуки и правнуки.
Скажите спасибо Путину!

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

I went to the shelter looking for one old cat.

Two untouched food bowls changed my mind.

At the end of a row of cages sat two senior cats pressed tightly together.

An orange cat named Otis.

A gray cat named Milo.

Neither touched their food.

Neither seemed interested in the people walking by.

They only seemed interested in each other.

I had come with a plan.

My children were grown.

My husband had been gone for years.

The house was quiet.

Too quiet.

I didn’t want a kitten.

I wanted one older cat.

Someone who understood long naps, sunny windows, and peaceful afternoons.

Then the shelter worker stopped in front of Otis and Milo.

“They lost their person,” she said.

I nodded.

Then she told me the rest.

After their owner died, the cats spent days sitting outside the locked front door waiting for someone who was never coming home.

A neighbor left food.

Otis would eat a little and then step aside for Milo.

Milo wouldn’t eat unless Otis sat beside him.

When rescuers arrived, Milo hid under the porch.

Otis stayed in the yard and made one small sound.

Milo came out immediately.

That detail broke my heart.

Not because it was dramatic.

Because it was simple.

Two frightened old cats had lost everything.

And somehow they still found comfort in each other.

The shelter tried finding them homes.

Families wanted one cat.

Not two.

Some thought they were too old.

Others thought Milo seemed too withdrawn.

One family wanted only Otis.

The shelter tried separating them once.

Just once.

Otis stopped eating.

Milo sat facing a wall for hours.

They never tried again.

I kept reminding myself:

One cat.

One bed.

One food bowl.

One set of vet bills.

One small companion.

That was the plan.

Then Otis slowly stood.

His legs were stiff.

His fur was thin.

He didn’t try to impress me.

He simply stepped in front of Milo.

Like a tired older brother protecting the only family he had left.

Milo finally looked up.

The shelter worker opened the cage.

I sat on the floor.

Otis approached first.

Careful.

Suspicious.

Then Milo leaned forward.

Just a little.

And rested his chin on my hand.

Not a purr.

Not a cuddle.

Just a tiny act of trust.

As if he were asking:

“Are we allowed to stay together this time?”

That was it.

I was done.

I looked at the shelter worker and said:

“I think I’m going to need two cat beds.”

She immediately turned away so I wouldn’t see her cry.

The ride home was quiet.

At one stoplight, I glanced in the rearview mirror.

Otis had his chin resting on Milo’s head.

For the first time, neither looked afraid.

At home, I put down two bowls.

This time, they ate.

Side by side.

That night I found them sleeping together beside the living room window.

Otis had one paw draped across Milo’s back.

Milo was tucked against his chest.

Neither looked like they were waiting anymore.

I can’t replace the person they lost.

Some loves leave spaces nobody else is meant to fill.

But maybe love doesn’t have to replace what came before.

Maybe it just sits quietly beside it.

Otis and Milo didn’t need a perfect home.

They only needed the same home.

And somehow, in giving that to them, they gave something back to me.

I went looking for one old cat.

Instead, two old cats made my house feel like home again.

Via Born Legend

[ROBERT @roberticu]

NAP TIME ...

[𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰 ✨🎵 @Hoang_HQ]

Rescuing a poor fox caught in a leg trap. Such a heartwarming ending! 🥰🦊