Collarworld: The Volunteers of Conscience

“Lord Vincent!” The tabbycat rose from a quiet nap.  One eye open, then the other. “Hey,” Vincent softly mewed.  “How’s it going, Paris?” The greyhound smiled.  “I just heard the news, my master is coming over the Rainbow Bridge today, we’re going to be reunited!  I’m so excited, I’ve waited for years, I missed him…

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Collarworld: The Escorts of Calmness

It was a brilliant, cloudless, sunny day at the Meeting Place in Collarworld, the afterlife waystation for pets to wait for their reunion with their masters.  And as new arrivals crossed over the Rainbow Bridge to enter Collarworld, many of the resident pets waited to act as escorts, who would bring the new pets to…

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Collarworld: The Day of the Agility Games

It was a sunny, warm afternoon in the afterlife waystation known as Collarworld, where pets reside until they are reunited with their masters. And on this day, the most agile dogs in Collarworld showed up at the Oval Pastures for the annual Agility Games. “This is going to be a great day,” said Messer the…

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Collarworld: A conversation under the stars

The stars twinkled in the night sky.  It was a warm evening in Collarworld, the afterlife waystation for pets who wait until they are reunited with their masters. In the sprawling meadow, a king orange tabbycat named Vincent sleepily stretched his body out in a full-length yawn. A few feet away… a whisper.  “Vincent?” The…

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Collarworld: The Challenge at the Ashen Forest

A cool breeze wafted through the afterlife waystation known as Collarworld, where pets wait until they are reunited once again with their masters.  And in the Ashen Forest, a muddy, chilly realm, a black feral cat known as Mourire spent the morning teaching two new residents – a Dalmatian pup that Mourire named Hickory, and…

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Collarworld: The Trade

“Wait!” In that very second, three members of the Guild of the Bloodline – the pointer Snicker, the Doberman known as Moe, and a tiger-striped cat called Treble – momentarily turned their attention away from their prey, a scared kitten named Arklatex. Just a few moments earlier, the three purists of the Bloodline had captured…

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Collarworld: The Guild of the Bloodline

Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty dandelions. Messer the shaggy Newfoundland dog counted the yellow blooming dandelions over and over again.  Thirty on the little hill in the meadow of Collarworld, the afterlife home for pets to wait until they are reunited with their masters. Thirty dandelions.  Thirty little yellow pictures of sunshine. Messer leaned down, his…

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Collarworld: Pathetic and Worthless

“Get out here, Vincent!” Vincent the tabbycat, hearing his name, walked around the meadow tree to answer.  Then he saw the visitor.  Vincent’s paws tensed up, anticipating a fight. “Mourire… what do you want?” “You’ve got a lot of nerve for what you did to me,” the feral black cat snarled.  “What did you tell…

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Collarworld: The parting of Torch

Among the many realms and lands in Collarworld, the afterlife waystation for all pets who cross the Rainbow Bridge, the Ashen Forest evolved as a lonely, desolate region.  Most animals avoid traveling through the Ashen Forest at all costs, lest they incur the wrath of the gang of feral cats who patrol the area. But…

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Collarworld: The Visitor at Indigo Acres

Indigo Acres, the farmland area of the afterlife pet waystation known as Collarworld, was bustling with activity.  Cows and pigs and chickens grazed on the corn and hay and grain produced on the farm, while Cassius Marcellus, the strongest drafthorse in the realm, guided all the work. Very few animals remembered when Cassius Marcellus entered…

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