HeartMelting Stories ~ Pictures |
Griffincraft « Consul » 1402890480000
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Find and put the most HeartWarming stories youve ever heard of, that they made you tear and brought a smile to your face! They can include Humans or Animals, or even a Fable works If possible, put a picture/GIF of the story, whether it's similar or from the story! I know one, it broke my heart but made me smile at such loyalty A faithful dog has refused to leave the side of his dead master's grave for six years. German shepherd Capitan ran away from home after the death of Argentinian Miguel Guzman in 2006. A week later Mr Guzman's family went to pay their respects and found the heartbroken pet sitting by his owner's grave, wailing. Since then the grieving dog has rarely left the spot at the cemetery in the town of Villa Carlos Paz, central Argentina. Mr Guzman bought Capitan as a present for his 13-year-old son Damian in 2005. He died suddenly in March the next year, but by the time his family had returned home from the funeral Capitan was gone. Mr Guzman's widow Veronica told Argentina's Cordoba newspaper: 'We searched for him but he had vanished. We thought he must have got run over and died. 'The following Sunday we went to the cemetery and Damian recognised his pet. Capitan came up to us, barking and wailing, as if he were crying.' She added: 'We had never taken him to the cemetery so it is a mystery how he managed to find the place. 'We went back the next Sunday, and he was there again. This time, he followed us home and spent a bit of time with us, but then went back to the cemetery before it started getting dark. 'I don't think he wanted to leave Miguel on his own at night.' The cemetery's director Hector Baccega remembers the day he first saw the dog. He said: 'He turned up here one day, all on his own, and started wandering all around the cemetery until he eventually found the tomb of his master. 'During the day he sometimes has a walk around the cemetery, but always rushes back to the grave. And every day, at six o'clock sharp, he lies down on top of the grave stays there all night.' Mr Baccega said staff at the cemetery are now feeding and taking care of Capitan. Mr Guzman's son Damian said: 'I've tried to bring Capitan home several times, but he always comes straight back to the cemetery. I think he's going to be there until he dies too. He's looking after my dad.' Post stories below! Dernière modification le 1402959300000 |
Satash « Citoyen » 1402891200000
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hachiko is the one who got my heart you may have heard of him under the name of hachi from the movie that was based on him |
Griffincraft « Consul » 1402891320000
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Satash a dit : Sorry I actually have never read on the story, I heard it was so sad, so I didnt.. But if you can, please tell xP E: Nevermind, I have a question though.. do the pics I put on the thread appear? It only appears as ? on my end Dernière modification le 1402891380000 |
Satash « Citoyen » 1402891680000
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i think it's because you're not linking the image itself but the link to the image make sure it ends with .png or .jpg i guess |
Velocemus « Citoyen » 1402891680000
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(I am working late at night in a 24-hour pharmacy. There are only three customers in the store:a scruffy but clean young couple and another gentleman. The woman in the young couple is very heavily pregnant, and her partner is picking up the range of baby hats we carry and holding them up against her stomach, then looking at the prices and sadly putting them back. They pick up a packet of the cheapest pain medication we carry and bring it to the counter.) Female Customer:“I’m sorry, but can you please ask the pharmacist if these are safe for me to take?” Me:“Of course!” (While we’re waiting for the pharmacist to come out, they tell me they’re expecting their daughter any day now. The pharmacist has been watching the young couple since they came in.) Pharmacist:“These are fine, but can I ask why you need them?” Female Customer:“Oh, I have a horrible cough that’s making my back ache even worse. I can’t get to sleep.” (The pharmacist goes through a list of cough medicines safe for her to take, before the young man shakes his head with tears in his eyes.) Male Customer:“I’m sorry, I’ve just lost my job and we really can’t afford any of those. Sorry for wasting your time.” Pharmacist:“That’s okay, but this packet is damaged, and legally I can’t let you take it. Seeing as it was the last one, let me and [my name] go look in the back for some more.” (The pharmacist takes me out the back, where he puts three packets of name brand painkillers, four bottles of name brand cough syrup, a wheat bag for her back, a tin of formula, a packet of newborn nappies and a few of the hats the couple was looking at into a box. He hands me the box and tells me to take it out to them. I do and they both burst into tears, thanking us over and over again. They leave with huge smiles on their faces.) Female Customer:“Thank you again!” Other Customer:“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but over hear. Did you say you just lost your job at [local company]?” Male Customer:“Yes, I was an IT tech.” Other Customer:“I own [other computer store in the area], and I’m looking for a new tech. Can you start tomorrow?” (There were tears all round that night. A week later, the young woman brought in her beautiful daughter and a giant batch of cupcakes for the pharmacy staff. Best night at work ever!) - notalwaysworking.com sent something very similar to the bae a couple nights ago and i saw this photoset and just had to stitch it ;_; Dernière modification le 1402892760000 |
Satash « Citoyen » 1402892820000
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incredible story |
Khjfkjh « Censeur » 1404765180000
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it may not be a story but its my feelings of my best 2 bros and its a song by the living tombstoen/ aviators so the credit is mostly from them (lyrics): I believed what we had would last forever After all the moments we spent together Were they meaningless in the end? If friendship is supposed to be magic Why has ours become so tragic I'm no longer proud to call you my friend Feels like after all this time You should have known we'd be here tonight Wondering where the past has gone All the memories we lost when we moved on Honestly It hurts thinking About the way We were, just you and me This isn't what friendship is supposed to be Giving up always seemed so easy But it's hard when it's you and me And I don't want to say goodbye We've hurt each other time and time again I guess all good things come to an end But I don't want to lose you tonight Don't say goodbye I promise everything will be alright Don't leave me I'm sorry I'll fix this if it costs me my life I'm going to make this right. also here is the video link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CSBaMQ_mV1Y Dernière modification le 1404770940000 |
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Velocemus « Citoyen » 1404778980000
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lol idk |
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Griffincraft « Consul » 1404839760000
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Rosuuri a dit : I agree... that got me |
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[Modéré par Katburger, raison : This isn't a thread for funny stories!] |
Honeyytail « Citoyen » 1404968700000
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One day, a stray cat gave birth to a newborn litter.they needed food and every day my family would give some of our cats food to them.one day we took in one of the cats.we couldnt take them all to the vet because were a very poor family.so a few days later,the poor kitten got an eye infection.it then died. We buried it in our backyard..we then were able to help the others by giving them a bed and food. Gibby. One day my mom was walking me to school.when she dropped me off, she saw a stray cat come out of a bush.she took him home once i came back i found out and couldnt belive my eyes.i was so full of joy.he had eaten tuna we fed him and passed out on the couch. We named him gibby. Dedicated to gibby and biggy.R.I.P biggy;; |
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Theandra « Citoyen » 1405035060000
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i think im crying of sadness and laughing at the same time |
Lilytenten « Citoyen » 1421263260000
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griffincraft a dit : *sobs* I need to leave this thread!!!!!!!! IT'S TOO SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, sorry I can't really contribute anything really. :( |
Angelrange « Citoyen » 1421282700000
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Old yeller has to be one of my top saddest movies. But there was this movie of a loyal dog bit by a zombie dog. Cry much Dernière modification le 1421814540000 |
Basgetti « Consul » 1421289420000
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This is a story I wrote It's depressing and also a little on the morbid side I'm tired of this. I'm tired of it all. ...Let me start from the beginning. I'm a girl. 12 years old. I feel like a slave most days and I'm depressed the others. I have to do chores, lots of them. Taking out the trash, picking up the house, Taking care of our 11 pets, the list goes on. I feel depressed because of my family. They treat me like trash. I often stammer - I think that I have Tourettes Syndrome but haven't noticed it yet - Not to mention my parents are divorced. I live with my mother and two brothers. I hardly see my older brother due to problems between him and his best friend, and my little brother is a brat and drives me crazy. My mother barely gives to shits about me. My father lives one state away - in Ohio - and is already married to another woman, my stepmother. She isn't evil, just extremely annoying - along with her three kids, my two stepsisters and stepbrother. Today was particularly terrible. My mother had banned me from electronics for a week so I was already pissed enough. Then my little brother started taunting me about it - I ended up digging a cut in my wrist - and my teachers had given me a shitton of homework. I eventually gave up and stabbed the wall to take out my anger. That's when the voices started. "Forget it. You can end it all." One would say. "Grab that rope. Hang it from the ceiling. Put your head in the noose." Another would coax. "Or take that knife and press it against your neck." A third voice would ring. It started to drive me mad. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of it all. I grabbed my hatchet and started mutilating myself. Bleed out. I thought. DIE ALREADY. I began to feel light-headed. Blackness was surrounding my vision. These are my last words I say with an insane smile plastered to my face. "Goodbye." Not much depressing really, but more into the delving-into-insanity-type of story. I still found it depressing when I wrote it, though. |
Griffincraft « Consul » 1421289600000
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^Sounds like an immature preteen who dislikes daily chores and kin that’s just about it |
Basgetti « Consul » 1421290200000
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Meh. It's basically me. Except for the voices-in-my-head and suicide part. |