Help us help them,

 the abandoned, abused and unwanted animals in shelters and the old and sick animals in hospices.
All they want is to love us unconditionally.
If you cannot adopt, please help the dedicated work of shelters and hospices with your donation.

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The money from the sales - after publishing fees -  is donated to animal shelters and hospices.

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About my Read for Animals project:
I was thinking about how to help animals in shelters and in animal hospices other than donating money I could afford. What can I do as a writer to help animals in need? I had an idea. I'm a writer; I can write, sell the book and donate the money - after publishing fees - to animal shelters. I started putting together the short stories I have written the past few years and asked my animal lover author, poet and artist friends if they'd like to participate in my Read for Animals project. The response was overwhelming, the stories and poems started flooding in and together we made this book possible to help our furry, scaly and feathered friends.
-Erika M Szabo

Some of the stories and poems we put together in this anthology will make you laugh out loud; others will warm your heart and perhaps make you cry. Some stories are true and the fantasy stories will make you think, what if? Each author and poet brings their unique writing style to this anthology for a good cause. Enjoy the book, and thank you for helping our furry, scaly and feathered friends in need by purchasing this book.

Contributors to this book:

Authors, poets, animal lovers: Erika M Szabo, Lorinda J. Taylor, Cindy J. Smith, Jeanne E. Rogers, Zrinka Jelic, Patrick O’Scheen, Kristine Raymond, Shebat Legion, Sandra Novelly, Shannon Sonneveldt, Julie Davis Dundas, Linda Whitehead Humbert, Debbie D. (Doglady) . Artist: Klarissa Kocsis

Teasers from the anthology
One of the shorter stories and poems:

Mighty Hunter by Erika M Szabo

I have many fond memories of my Maine Coon mix, Mirci Catchmousky. She had been the “queen of the castle” in my house from the day I adopted her from the shelter until she passed away of old age eight years later. Her name was “Sir Lancelot” on the papers, which I quickly changed shortly after the first veterinarian visit. The doctor laughingly told me after he had examined the cat that “he” was a “she.” We found out later that the son of the owner had no idea of the gender of the cat when he dropped her off at the shelter, and because she was in the shelter only a few days, their vet didn’t have a chance to examine her.
I hoped that having her as a good mouser would reduce our rodent population, but my hopes were shattered quickly. She had absolutely no idea what to do with a mouse. She managed to catch a chipmunk once on the terrace, although I suspected the poor animal must have fallen into her mouth. She ran inside to the mudroom with the chipmunk and hid the frightened animal in my fuzzy slipper.
I watched her from the kitchen door as she smacked the chipmunk on the head as it tried to come out of the slipper. She was guarding it and playing with it, but she had no idea about her ancestors’ hunting-skills; she was treating the chipmunk like a toy.
I seized the slipper with the tiny animal inside it. The cat stormed after me growling, hissing and protesting about having her toy taken away. I shook the chipmunk out of the slipper onto the patio floor. It lay immobile for a minute, and then I saw one eye open. I was hugging Mirci to keep her away when all of a sudden the chipmunk jumped up and darted through the railings, disappearing into the bushes.
I continued using the humane trap to catch and relocate intruding mice. I bought a few “fake” mice made of rabbit fur in the pet shop for Mirci to practice her hunting skills.
My “brave mouser” never caught any live rodent after that, but happily played the cat-and-mouse game with her toys.

Puddles and Mud by Shannon Sonneveldt

I expect it outside
When it’s raining and such
Never thought I’d worry
About the inside much
Then I brought her home
As sweet as can be
She’s the cutest thing ever
The sweetest baby
She’s so well behaved
I let her roam free
Never once expecting
The surprise for my feet
She’s so cute on my lap
Giving me a cuddle
I didn’t expect to get up
And step into a puddle
But that’s not what
Made me say crud
My next foot landed
In what squished like mud
Now my baby’s restricted
To certain parts of the house
Until I can teach her that
The puddles and mud stay out

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