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My husband and I had been looking to adopt a Siberian husky dog for a year or so. One day we were out running errands and happened to stop by our local shelter and found a beautiful big eight year old husky boy named Ike. We immediately fell in love with him and took him home the same day. While we were at the shelter, we were informed that Ike has a sister, Denali, who was just adopted a week prior separate from him and he had been crying and very sad every day since she left the shelter. We informed the shelter staff to give our contact info to the person who adopted his sister Denali so that we could have play dates at the park. A month went by with no word and then finally Denalis adopter called us saying that she had come on hard times and was unable to care for Denali anymore and would we like to take her. Without a second thought my husband and I said yes and arranged a meeting so we could pick up Denali. When we arrived to pick up Denali with Ike it was such a special moment for us and the Dogs. They ran to each other so excited and immediately began to play. I had never seen Ike so happy since we had adopted him. Although it was hard for Denalis first adopter to say goodbye, she knew it was the right thing to do. It has been almost two years since we adopted these two beautiful loving creatures and they are now part of our family and we all couldn't be happier.
On July 9, 2012 I sent my 17 year old daughter and her two friends up to the gas station to return some movies to the Red Box DVD Rental. She had wanted to keep them over night but I insisted she return them. At this point we already had one cat, Riley, and I didn't want another or any other animal for that matter.
While they were waiting in line at a very busy gas station, located right next to a highway, some guy said he saw a kitten under a tree nearby. My daughter went over to see what was going on and she saw the kitten under the tree crying for help. The kitten got scared and climbed a 20 foot pine tree, my daughter climbed up the tree after the kitten. My daughter grabbed a hold of the kitten and climbed down the tree and handed the kitten to someone who accidently dropped her when the kitten panicked. 15 people chased the kitten around the gas station in fear she would make it on the highway. My daughter called to the kitten and the kitten ran right up to her. My daughter picked her up and headed home.
We were standing in the drive when the girls pulled up, my daughter is covered in pine needles and scratches on her arms and legs when she gets out of the car and in her hands is this little kitty that has that tiny little meow that broke my heart. I knew we were in trouble.
Almost two years later Charlie is one of the family and we wouldn't have it any other way.
On the morning of January 16, 2014, I was driving home my usual route when I noticed a female dog in really bad shape. She could barely walk due to engorged mammary glands & could see she had just had pups. She was extremely thin & could see her approaching a man walking past her. I asked him if it was his dog & he said no. I knew I couldn't leave her there. I opened the door to my car & called her. Being desperate & hungry, she gave me a chance & got in. I couldn't have her at my rental so, I set her up at my mom's house. After a few visits to the vet & lots of testing, I found out she wasn't chipped, probably 10 months to 1 year, she has lyme disease, & more than likely, she was used to breed more pups & dumped on the street after. Despite all of this, she is a lot happier & healthier. She is very grateful & reminds me everyday with lots of wet kisses!
Chico was probably the runt of the litter, and here where I live in Mexico, dogs are frequently neglected or abused. Whatever the circumstances, it was clear he was unwanted. He was found starving in a plastic bag left under a car, more dead than alive and possibly minutes from being run over. He was invested with fleas and mange and weighed less that two pounds. With little hair and legs that were much too long for his body, he had the sweetest face, one that I knew I would love for years. Too weak to play with other puppies, he just lay in his little bed at my feet for weeks as he regained his strength and began growing. As an adult now he is a happy, healthy, well adjusted boy, a terrier mix, who enjoys the mountains where I live. We share a particularly strong bond, and I consider him to be my friend and my hero, little survivor that he is.
For three years we had the most beautiful Llasa Apso named Kaly. Her owner had cancer and could no longer take care of her… we also heard stories of abuse. She was never walked outside and had a collar that sprayed citronella every time she barked… We took one look at her and fell in love. It broke our hearts when we found out she had cancer. After a month of not having a little one we decided to go to a shelter at night that we had never been to before. Outside in one of the pens was a little dog with no food or water or comforts at all… just a concrete slab to lay on…. The next day we went back and the dog was gone. They said it's owner had come to get him. My husband went inside to see the other dogs and saw a little mop running back and forth like crazy. He brought some chicken along and asked to take her for a walk. He brought her outside and sat with her on the grass feeding her. She was so gentle taking the chicken from his hand but she was scared of every loud noise. He couldn't bear to bring her back into the shelter. He told them he would take her home, even though they said she was unadoptable (they couldn't get near her and she didn't eat for days). She was going to be euthanized in two days. We named her Lily and she is the most incredible dog. She is so gentle and loving - and a definite "Daddy's Girl" - although loves to snuggle with mommy on the couch. I don't know what our lives would be without her - we love her so much. She even took a trip to Florida with us on the plane!!! I urge everyone to please adopt from shelters…
I never had a pet growing up or even as an adult, until Chappie adopted me. Like many people, animals just weren't in my world. My husband & I were working on a house we rented out and stopped for a lunch break. The kitty came out of nowhere and placed his paw on my leg, asking me to share my turkey sandwich. I never knew a kitty could be that gentle! The family that had Chappie had little time for him and the new husband said he was allergic. A couple weeks later, they were going to give him away, so he came home with us. I never knew what great company and entertainment a pet could be. He was just so lovable!
A couple years later, I decided to give back to the animals and joined a small rescue group. How my eyes were opened to the need for homes for all these abandoned & stray animals. Often people stop by our adoption clinic and comment on how they'd like to take them all home. But of course they can't; they have their quota. The great, untapped resource for homes for these needy pets are people like I used to be. They are your friends and family without pets that may not realize what joy a pet could bring them.
Now Chappie is over 13 years old and is slowly fading away from chronic kidney disease. His time is very short and it will be incredibly hard on us when he's gone. But he is worth every tear that will be shed. I'm telling this tale in hopes that one of you will reach out to someone in your life without a pet and ask them to consider adopting one from a shelter. So many deserving animals are waiting and even if only one is adopted because of this story, that act will honor Chappie's life and legacy.
We moved into our house after too many years in a "petless" apartment and decided we really needed a dog. A buddy for the family. We went to the South Suburban Humane Society to look over the pooches needing forever homes. As we entered the medium-large dog room all the dogs started barking and jumping. They were all adorable but near the end of the hall sat one big boy. Bosco. He sat perfectly quiet as all the others around barked and howled. We looked at each other for a few moments, he tilted his head, I tilted mine and it was an instant connection. When they opened the cage and put him on a lead he came to me without hesitation. We knew we'd found each other. He couldn't come home with us that day because he had to have his procedure. But we visited him for 3 days until he could come home. 3 1/2 years later and it's like he's been here since birth.
At the local 4th of July parade 2 years ago the South Suburban Human Society had it's annual dog walk. And there was Buster. All 15 pounds of red shaggy fuzz! We met up with the walkers at the Petco for a meet and greet and he and our youngest daughter were instant pals. He jumped in her lap and licked her face, tail wagging a mile a minute. Since we had a picnic to attend we couldn't take him. When we went back Saturday to get him - he met Bosco and they were brothers from a different litter! There couldn't be two better buddies, best friends forever! I love my boys and wouldn't trade them for anything!
My fiancé, Mickey, had recently lost his dog after developing crippling seizures over a course of a couple of months. He was just heartbroken. So we decided to go to our local humane society after work and walk dogs to help ease his pain. Every day, he would immediately go straight to Grayci’s kennel and walk her first. She was a shy, quiet hound/shepherd mix and Mickey was in love. We visited for almost a month, and we couldn’t believe such a wonderful dog wasn’t getting adopted. She was polite, friendly, beautiful, and good on a leash. Who wouldn’t want her? She was perfect. After a while, Grayci is all me and Mickey talked about, so we took the plunge and filled out the adoption application. They had to keep her for a few days to get her spayed and recover from that.
The day Mickey picked up Grayci; he said she knew she was going home with us. She was 2 years old and looked like she previously had puppies. She has been the best dog you could ever ask for. Everybody who visits us absolutely falls in love with her. We love her more than anything. She loves her house, but really loves her yard. She will walk around the fence when she goes out to make sure everything is okay.
We have had her a little over a year now. We have started fostering dogs for a local rescue, and she is a great big sister. She teaches the foster dogs to go potty outside and to have good manners at dinnertime. We currently have a little puppy, and she is so patient with the crazy puppy and lets her jump all over her. We couldn’t have asked for a better dog if we would’ve paid a million dollars for her.
Adopt, don’t shop. There are wonderful dogs sitting in shelters everywhere.
This little pup crossed my path twice in one day. My neighbor, who found her the first time, asked me if I recognized her, which I had never seen her in our neighborhood. The neighbor took her door to door to find her owner. A man took her but, apparently was not his and did not want her and let her go and wonder off.
My landlord later on that afternoon texted me a pic and asked if I recognized her. They stopped cars on the main street to rescue her a second time. I told them the story of my earlier encounter and they put her in my back yard. I told them I would take her to my vet to check for a chip, which I did and none was found. I told the pup I did not want her but would not let her go to the shelter and would try to find her a loving home. So, guess she understood cause she did not bond with me. Long story short...her name is Cotton! I finally decided it had been too long without a dog since I lost my pug to cancer in '04. I told her I loved her and she was HOME!! Don't think she believed me for a while cause it took a month for her to bond with me. Now, my little girl is happy to see me every time I walk through the door.
Some friends of mine were walking their dogs one cold November night when Musso came bounding out of the woods wanting to play with their dogs. He was skinny, had no collar (or microchip), and had obviously gotten on the wrong side of a cat or two, but my friends didn't have the heart to leave him out in the cold knowing it would be below freezing that night. However, with their 3 dogs in a 2-bedroom apartment, they also didn't have the space to keep him, and because he was a bully breed mix (Staffie/Lab as best we can tell), if they surrendered him to animal control, he would have been euthanized. So they posted a pic of him on Facebook, and the second I saw him, something was pulling me to him. I met up with my friends at their house to see if Musso was a good fit, and he immediately wiggled his way into my lap (or as much of him as would fit) and I was in love.
Musso was an amazing dog - friendly but protective, affectionate and playful, and absolutely beautiful. He could always tell when you didn't feel well or were sad, and would plop down next to you and lay his big head in your lap to comfort you. He was the best friend I will ever have. Sadly, Musso died this past October, but his paw prints will forever be on my heart! What's more, his unconditional love and affection towards anyone he met has made me a champion of the widely misunderstood bully breeds who have a bad reputation largely because of irresponsible owners.