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Lucky Odin One Ear

Back in 2011 I had moved into an apartment complex that had two stray cats living in the parking lot. They were brother and sister, and the sister had just given birth to a littler under the shed. Momma was always kind and loving towards me, always accepting food and love from me. I finally caught all the kittens, fostered them, and found them all good homes. The brother, he was really skinny, and it looked like both his front legs had been broken, and healed wrong. He would limp around the parking lot, never venturing far. His left ear looked like half of it was missing. I took him in too, along with his sister. He was such a good, loving boy. He fattened up, and would let me know when he wanted to go back outside. He went from just staying in the parking lot to going all about the neighborhood. About a year later, he started losing weight, and one day when I let him out, he never came back. He was such a joy to me, and I am glad to have given him some love and warmth while I could.

Anonymous
Aztec, NM

Such a sweetie

This is my Bella. She had a rough life before my ex-girlfriend and I took her in. She belonged to a neighbor of ours. He mistreated her, and his kids were very rough with her. Then the just abandoned her. Another neighbor took to feeding her along with their outdoor cat (we lived in a small town out in the country). When they had to move, they could only bring their own cat with them, so we took her in to find a home (we already had two cats and a dog). When there were no takers, we ended up keeping her.

Bella didn't really like or trust people - men in particular. We were just really nice to her and gave her the space she needed to feel at home. Pretty soon, we noticed she was sleeping on her back, completely relaxed. It took some time longer to get her to like me. But now, she's the sweetest cat. She loves to snuggle with daddy when it's time for bed. She likes to get "shoulder time" and get lovins' while perched on me like that. She also likes to give kisses like a dog. She can't really vocalize very loudly, so she wags her tail like a dog when she's happy.

Tim Farrell
Blue Springs, MO

The Flatfaced Kitty

When I first saw my soon to be cat at a local pet store I was really skeptical of her, she was very stand offish in her cage (and most cats run right up and purr and want your attention but not her.) I'd walk past the cage a few times and try to talk to her but she would stand in the farthest corner and she actually hissed a few times. After seeing this I wasn't sure she'd be the cat for me. After I left the store I couldn't stop thinking of her, so I went back the next day just to see if she was doing any better and she wasn't, still acting the same way. I was about to leave and an employee walked up to the cage and we chatted for a few minutes and he told me he felt bad for her because they were going to have to send her back because no one was taking interest in her, and once they go back to the shelter, they don't go up for adoption again.. That sat with me all day I couldn't stop thinking about her, she was so different, she had the cutest flat face and a kinked tail. That night I called the store and told them I was going to come adopt her tomorrow, and just like that I got my little kitty and that was the best thing I've ever done. I've never met a more lovable cat in my whole life, always wanting to cuddle and play, I definitely made the right decision, she's without a doubt, my best friend and I couldn't be any happier with the choice I made. It's true when they say 'Don't judge a book by its cover' because if I went with how she acted I would have missed out on one of the best things of my life.

Tiffanie Hebert
Dartmouth, NS, Canada

Robo - the rebuilt protector dog

I needed a buddy for my dog so I went to German Shepherd Rescue in LA. We picked a handsome, 8-month old shepherd who loved any attention you gave him. GSR said they were sure he had been dumped by a breeder in the area. I couldn’t figure out why a breeder would dump what was obviously a pure-bred shepherd, but found out quickly enough. We went on our first walk, made it less than a block before he lay down. This repeated itself the next few days. A trip to the vet let me know what the breeder obviously had known – at 8 months old this poor puppy had virtually no hips. By this time I had fallen in love with the goofy, attention-loving dog, so decided we would rebuild him. Two new hips for an 8-month old dog led to a name change, he became RoboDog!

He repaid me in full less than 2 years later - a would-be burglar tried to come in my house through the back gate at 2am. Robo heard the gate opening and before the guy got into the yard, Robo was out of the house with that deep-throated bark ready to attack. This wasn’t a ‘there’s a raccoon in the yard’ type bark so I ran outside and caught a glimpse of someone running up the driveway. I called the police, not because I was afraid, but just to let them know someone was in the neighborhood. They responded quickly and were greeted by a still-agitated Robo. They laughed when I told them I wasn’t worried and said no reason to be – I had the best protection possible.

Rescues may need a bit more support medically or emotionally but you end up with the most loyal friend you could ever ask for. Robo is still playing at a great old age of 13!

Amy
San Jose, CA

Fish Food (NOT US)!

One of my co-workers keeps a large aquarium in his office with some pretty big fish in it. Occasionally he buys minnows at the pet store to feed them, but once he had to get small goldfish instead. When I came in to work on the following Monday morning, some of the goldfish were still alive and avoiding the huge monsters who were trying to eat them. I went and bought a bowl and some supplies and 'rescued' two of the goldfish I could catch. I wasn't sure how to take care of them, but put them in the bowl beside my desk and they're still alive and kickin'. I named them Rocky and Diver from one of my favorite books. I like to think that they know I rescued them from "a fate worse than death"; that they are grateful and call me "Mommy" in their hearts.

Pam Green
Princeton, KS

Baba - The Blackest Gift

We found him one summer night in June 2014 and he had me twisted round his little broken tail within seconds. We figured someone had dumped him next to our place. We took him in and it was like he always belonged. We already had 2 other cats and were not keen on adding a third but he obviously had other plans and within days he was a member of our family.

From a scrawny little kitten he grew into a beautiful cat with a black velvety coat. He was the happiest cat ever, purring even if we called his name. He loved his food and was a glutton for roast chicken. He would be waiting for us when we come back from work, and constantly at our side, playing, purring, seeking our attention or simply sleeping contentedly somewhere close. He loved being made a fuss of. I would tell him the story of the night we found him, and he would listen attentively, with the story becoming outrageously exaggerated as time went by. We would play fetch and then he would cuddle up, stretch like there is no tomorrow and sleep with no care in this world...

In September we discovered he had FeLV but he was such a strong cat and I wanted to hope. We thought we would at least have more time with him, but it was not to be. It took the best of him too quickly and in the end we had to make the ultimate decision and let him rest. We had the vet come over to our place and Bobsie went purring over the rainbow bridge, ending the suffering.

He took part of us with him and the loss is so painful. My wife and I are both shattered and yet, we would do it all over again without batting an eyelid. We gave him the best life he could have hoped for but really and truly he was the one who gave us so much joy and unconditional love.

Rest little one. You are forever in our hearts.

C & M
Marsascala, Malta

Carl Steven

Around the time my husband and I got engaged, a skinny orange cat started hanging around my in-law's house. As she didn't want a pet, my mother in law would spray him with the hose in the front yard. Of course in the back yard my husband and father in law were feeding him food scraps. Despite being able to see his ribs and his fur was coarse and wiry, he was the sweetest cat I'd ever met. Since we were going to be looking at apartment's anyway, my husband asked if the cat could stick around his parent's house until we could find a place that took cats. Fortunately she said yes, and after fattening him up and getting him fixed, he moved in with us!

8 years later, Carl is still the sweetest and most loving cat I've ever met. He sleeps with me every night, and I'm so happy he wandered into my in-law's yard.

Darla M
Brentwood, CA

Lil Sammy

Behind bars, forgotten; Behind bars to live; Behind bars to watch the world walk by. Behind bars.

This was my world, seeing everything with the view of bars, laying on the hard cold floor, waiting ...watching...

Who I lived with didn't want me, didn't want to help me, didn't want me to live. A plea went out..."rescue or he will be PTS!"

Ok, to know more of why this was to be, you see,I cannot walk, and I need diapers... That would be a huge endeavor to some, but for one, who thought nothing of that.

The village gathered, hearts on a single mission, to get me to my new home.. and before I knew what was happening, I was flying on a jet plane, droopy diapers and all to arrive to open waiting arms and the first of many kisses.

I am free now to roam the entire home, I go on car rides, I play with toys, I play with my fur brothers and sisters, I sleep on a soft bed, I run in my wheels, I am tucked in each night with kisses and told, I am loved.

One thing my humans have noticed though since discovering my freedom, I am very vocal to ensure I am not left home, I fear being alone...I love to ride in cars, I sit and watch people in my stroller, I go to stores and places I never dreamed about.

I roll on the grass in summer, stay warm during winter, lounge on the dog sofa with my blanket and greet dad when he comes home, I do not see myself as disabled, I see myself as.. loved and wanted and free.

susan davia
colorado springs, CO

Naconi's Journey

it started in a far away land,in a parking lot..I was let to die. My body riddled with so many injuries,my spine injured,my back legs paralyzed. I dragged my self about, bravely searching for food and water.I survived neglect,starvation and abuse always hoping,the next face I see will rescue me. ... In that parking lot I was rescued,taken inside,fed and spent months in recovery and surgeries. But my best journey was about to begin. Unknown to me I had a follower,someone who waited and watched all my daily achievements and progress ..someone who wanted me.

It has been 3 years now that I made that long flight to America..and saw the face of my rescuer,the person who will love me and show me so many new experiences and adventures and my home and love.

Each day is filled with something new,from playing with toys,touching snow for the first time,laying on the lawn and soaking up the sun,to playing with other dogs and even cats,to running in my wheelchair to explore the world I have before me and I know the joy of sleeping in peace,never being hungry again and knowing I am loved and wanted.

Never under estimate the joy a disabled dog can give....We love more then you know...We run in our hearts even though our legs may make us slow,We may need help with basic needs,but if we move close to you,does the love in our eyes not says,Thank you!

Give a special need a dog a chance, I bet we will surprise you and also think about supporting rescue that do so much for special needs animals.

susan davia
colorado springs, CO

Princess P

My mom told me about a 6 month old kitten someone had dumped on our farm. I went to see her and fell instantly in love as she snuggled right up to me. I took her home that night, she had obviously been somebodys pet as she was extremely comfortable in a house and knew how to use a litter box. My three older cats let her rule the roost. I named her Pia which stands for Pain in Ass... as the first week I had her she woke me up every few hours to just check to see if this was real. She became Princess P as her personality came out.

She was the brightest most loving cat I have ever met. If I said give mom a kiss she would lick my lips. She sat next to me and ate off of my fork. She sat on the back of a chair to watch me cook or do dishes. She did everything with me. She wore a pink bad to the bone coat in the winter to go outside and a witch hat for Halloween to greet trick or treaters. She would drag her favorite toy to my feet and sit there and meow at me and bat at the toy until I would play with her. She loved chocolate (esp. Hersheys) and she would steal it just to have some. I even found a secret stash she had hidden behind a desk.

6 years after I brought her home, she was diagnosed with FIV... we fought it for many months thru many medications and very sadly she waited for me to come home from work to tell me goodbye and pass away as I held her. It has been 4 years since my Princess has left me and I still cry buckets of tears when I think of her. She was loved by many as she was so sweet and loveable. Sending loads of love to you Princess P... you are in my heart forever and your mommy misses you so much.

Theresa
Pierpont, SD
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