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In the early 90's, my wife and I had two dogs. When they passed, she pronounced her heart was broken and we would never have any more. Well, then we got another. He traveled around the world with us, eventually ending up in Australia. He too passed, and (again) my wife said she couldn't stand the pain of losing another - he'd be the last.
Six months later, I find a web site on my computer screen. Front and center on the page was a picture of a 7 year old Mal, Simba, that had been put up for adoption, and was currently in foster care about 800 miles from us. At least once a week I came home and Simba was on my screen. She didn't want him of course, she just thought he was cute! Four months later, I was still coming home to see Simba on my screen.
"Do you want me to ring them?" I asked. "Sure, he's probably gone anyway" she said. It turned out he had been in other foster homes, had been adopted then returned, his life threatened, basically been without a forever home for quite a while. He had some average medical issues, but nothing life threatening, and he was the cutest thing you had ever seen - how could someone give him up, and how could anyone else not want him? The people looking after him were doing a great job, and would have kept him if they could (they already had several rescue puppies, and a baby on the way).
My wife said she knew what she wanted for her birthday.... him!
When I saw him I knew he was coming home with me. For the first few months he was a bit shy, and I thought we would never click. Now, he is a typical Mal - talks when he wants to eat, talks when he want to walk, and importantly, whenever my wife or I come home, he talks even louder to tell us how much he missed us and how happy he is we are home.
I've always had cats in my life, but for about 6 years between high school and finding my own way, I didn't have any pets of my own for a while. In 2008 I decided to return to school, beginning on one of the hottest days of the year. On my drive home in the middle of the road was a scrawny black and white cat who was just laying there, but as I slowed down he moved his head & I realized he was alive. I stopped & picked him up and took him to my vet who determined he had heat stroke and was severely dehydrated. They kept him for a couple nights but when it came time for them to release him they were going to send him to a shelter. I knew what those places were usually like for adult cats, so I took him to my parents house while I tried to find him a home. Two years later I moved into an apartment and I still had my Domino kitty, but he started getting really depressed being alone. When I responded to an ad in the local feed store for a free kitten, I convinced myself that two was my max and that there wouldn't be any others but my boys Domino & Chess. Naturally that didn't last. One of my friends had a litter of kittens and their mother come into her clinic with a terrible case of flea anemia and worms. The kittens were 4 weeks old and by the time she called me there was only one left who had survived and she needed to be fed and monitored constantly. I said sure I'd help care for Leah until she was old enough to be weaned off formula. I never did try to place her in a home though -she became a velcro kitten and refuses to leave my side. I know I didnt plan on any of my babies to come into my life when they did, but I wouldn't change a thing about having them in my life.
Hi x My name is Loki , I'm a Selkirk Rex ,I'm about 7 years old and this is the story of how I found my forever human on Halloween almost 2 years ago.
My Human was looking for her daughters lost cat. She looked in/on all the usual notices and came across my pic. I had been advertised by an elderly lady who had given me a home in her garden shed...my previous humans had dumped me when I was no longer breedable. She was moving into a care home so couldn't keep me. Anyway, I looked a lot like this other handsome kitty so She came to see me..but I wasn't him..I was too old.
But...She just couldn't walk away and leave me. She put me in a basket and took me home. Well I hated that basket. I hated the car ride. As soon as She let me out into her lovely quiet bedroom, I hid under her bed..and while She was getting me some lunch I pee'd on her bed! Yup I did that! I mean who cares right..She'd only dump me anyway!!!
She didn't care..seriously her room ,well yeah it did pong a bit but she was pretty cool about it. She cleaned it up and even gave me a scratch behind the ear! She pretty much let me settle in in my own time.. even when I slapped her awake at 4am for more food She still didn't mind. She likes me!! It took me almost a year to gather up the courage before I was comfortable enough to come downstairs and venture outside.. even now if strangers call or too many humans turn up..I seek a lil peace n quiet in our room.
Life is good now.. She loves me although I found out her other Human..he had a DOG!!! Well a few slaps later and we're almost best buddies, he knows his place and everyone says we're kinda like Garfield and Odie lol
P.S the other lost kitty..he got found too and was reunited with his Human too x
When our dog Jack passed, he left behind his partner Floppy. It was summer, I was home, so Floppy and I helped each other deal with the loss. Since I was going back to work at the end of summer I decided Floppy needed company and we needed another furry body in the house so I started looking for a cat. I went to all the shelters but I just didn't connect with any of the cats I met and it was beginning to seem like the only way I was going to find a cat is if the heavens opened up and one dropped in my lap.
In December I took Floppy to the vet and they had kittens. Someone had literally dropped them at the front of the office and drove away. I took Floppy over to their cage and said, "look Floppy, kittens!" and one reached out with both paws and grabbed Floppy's face. I turned to the receptionist and said, "this one's mine". I named him Buddy right then. His spine was cracked as a result of the "drop off" at the vets but it healed well and he just walks a little crooked now.
Buddy was Floppy's "go to" guy. When her sight dimmed, he guided her along. When people came to the house, he stayed closed by her side. When she passed, he stayed by her side until it was time to lay her to rest. Buddy now rules the house. He loves to ride in the car, play with his toy mouse, and snuggle. We'd be lost without him.
Some of the happiest stories have sad beginnings. In the summer of ‘13 (days before my birthday, no less) my cat, whom I’d had for 18 years - more than half my life - and whom I loved more than anything, got severely ill with no warning, and I had to let her go. Devastating isn’t even the word.
I’d never in my life been without a furry friend, so it was less than a month before I caved and found myself at a fantastic local shelter, thinking maybe I’d find a dog this time. And there were many awesome dogs, to be sure. But you CAN’T go to a shelter and not check out the kittens; impossible! In one cage, all by her lonesome, was a little black fluffball who was obviously upset, unaccustomed to her surroundings, and crying fit to break your heart. A sign on the cage requested quiet around her, as she was blind, and a newcomer there. I had to pick her up and see if I could cheer her up, at the very least. And of course she just curled right up against my chest and started purring. And that, of course, was that.
I named her Blinkin after the awesome blind character in Robin Hood: Men in Tights, because I’m awful like that, but it really suits her. Of all the animals I’ve had, she has the most personality. Popcorn is a favorite treat and toy; she goes nuts when she hears it popping in the microwave. Likewise, candy wrappers (OMG mini Reese’s peanut butter cups) are a favorite for playing fetch with. And yes she plays fetch! For being completely sightless, she is amazingly talented at locating things. She even hunts bugs by hearing! Never a dull moment with her around. Rescue babies are the best.
Chance Michael came into our lives one morning on April 24,2014 at 9:14 am.We stopped of at a city dumpster to drop our trash in a small town in New Mexico.As I went to throw the trash I looked down and there was a tiny baby sitting helplessly crying she couldn't see her baby eyes were so full of infection she was blinded her nose and mouth had so much dirt in them I don't see how she could breath she was so tiny barley 3 weeks old as to our guess.I picked that baby up and yelled to my husband OH my god I ran to the truck as I held that baby close to my chest so she could fell my warmth and my heart beat.I immediately started giving her warm water from my mouth to hers cause she was very weak and dehiderated.my husband drove as fast as he could to the nearest tractor supply on the way I cleaned that baby up all the dirt out of her nose and mouth and cleaned her baby eyes the best I could (as I'm writing this it still makes me cry).got to tractor supply got her the milk replacement and a nurser and immediately started feeding her she drank about a tablespoon her belly was nice and fat I cleaned her little potty and snuggled her in my husband coat where she slept all the way home she was so tired..when we got home we introduced her to her new big brothers and sister at first they were like no way mom what is this cause she was very tiny and freal we didn't think she was gonna make it through the night she slept the whole night didn't move a muscle kinda freaked me out but that next morning this baby was a little ball of energy.it took about 2 weeks to heal the infection in her eyes with antibiotics with love and care this baby thrived she's 6 months now and a happy healthy little girl and very special to our family..
We live on a street next to a wooded park in a major city. Unfortunately, people abandon unwanted pets there on a regular basis. Fortunately, our neighborhood is full of animal lovers who rescue and find homes for these animals. I've helped find foster and forever homes for several cats found wandering our street, but since we already had 2 kitties at home, we didn't consider ourselves in a position to adopt another cat. Until one summer night a year and a half ago! We were walking home after an evening out when, a block away from our home, we spotted an empty can of cat food on the sidewalk. Half a second later, an adorable, skinny all-black kitten, about 6-8 months old popped out of a garden across the street from the woods. He was very chatty and social, and followed us home, talking to us the whole time. There was no way we could leave him outside, so we brought him into our apartment with the intention of fostering him if we couldn't find his owners, which we didn't. But after a few days, it was hopeless. A neighbor volunteered to adopt him, but we were already in love. Keeping him confined in our bedroom until he got the all clear from the vet was very difficult, as he is extremely determined and didn't want to be confined. Chancey was most likely abandoned with that single can of cat food because he is quite a handful. He will steal food off your plate, jump up on the kitchen counter when you're trying to cook, knock over the garbage, pick fights with our Alpha kitty (who keeps him in his place), you name the mischief. He is one busy boy. But he is also as loving, affectionate, playful and funny as they come. He's wrapped our hearts around his busy little paws. We couldn't imagine our life without him.
4th of July 10 years ago we were on a busy 8 lane highway. As we approached a left turn lane I saw a small kitten in the middle of the lane. My husband passed over it, stopped, I got out and picked it up. Noticed it was a he. He was meowing, shaking. We pulled into a parking lot. I stayed in car, checked out the kitten. He was so tiny, fleas, wanted to crawl under my hair. When my husband returned to car, he said the cashier told him that kitten made his way across the parking lot, the ditch, the 4 lanes and median to where we found him. Knew we had to keep him. We brought him home to join 2 others we had rescued years earlier. Named him "Michelin" as those were the tires on our car. He is the dark one in the photo. He grow to be the largest cat we ever had. Got up to 25 lbs at one point. But is down to 19 with the help of our vet. He was too fat and a bit unhealthy due to it. He loves his brother~Quinn, 15, in the white one in the photo~and Mr. D, our 17 year old. We rescued 4 more since then. I call him "Boo" as on one of his rear paws he has a "ghost" looking marking. As a kitten he carried a fuzzy ball around in his mouth all the time. He would spit it out to eat or drink, pick it up again. Like it was is pacifier. He stopped that when he got bigger. There were a couple others that were rescued that day as well. Sometimes I wonder how they are doing. We know "Boo" is happy and loved in our home.
This is our big kitty Maggie. My husband and I lost our senior cats and we adopted a Sato dog from Puerto Rico three years ago that is a sweetheart. One of my husbands coworkers who lives in the inner city showed him a picture of a kitten popping its head out of a carrier bag inside a car. She had heard crying in front of her house.The crying was coming from inside a car. She opened the door and took a picture. A man came running out and told her that he had lost his apartment due to some illegal activity he had going on. He told her that he was going to let the female kitten go on the street because he thought it was old enough to live on its own. He jumped in the car and drove off. My husband and I felt so bad for the kitten that the man thought was about 7 months old. Three days passed and no sign of the car again. Her boyfriend called her at work on the fourth day and told her the car was back with the kitten inside and that he had spoken to the man and he was about to let the cat go. My husband asked him to put it in a box and bring it to their work. The man handed over the carrier with the cat. We thought we had the sweetest female cat alive until we took her to the vet to get spayed and found out that Maggie was a one-year-old male. We had him neutered and found out he was part Maine Coon cat. He is the sweetest and biggest cat and out dog loves him. We try calling him Magee but we can’t get away from the Maggie. We don’t know how long he lived in the bag in the car but he doesn’t like to be in the beds we have bought him or in boxes. He doesn’t want to be confined unless it’s snuggling in our arms.
July 7, 1993: My husband, step-daughter and I were going into our church. Outside was a sealed box that was screaming. The Deacon stated that animal control was due Monday morning. I had a fit stating that they would be dead by then (it was 98 degrees). After my step-daughter and I gave my husband the "look" he opened the box to find 4 baby kittens. He scooped up the box and took them home to clean them up (the bowl of spoiled milk was all over them). We called the cat clinic, took them by to get checked out. We were told they were maybe 10 days old. We bottle fed them and had them fixed. We found homes for two and we kept the other two. We lost Pisces two years ago. My Virgo is a dream and full of life and kisses at 21 years of age. I can't imagine our life without her.