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I had been looking for a cat for a few months, searching the animalshelters websites, when suddenly, there she was! I knew the instant I saw her she was the one I had been looking for. I made an appointment and went to see her. She was in a room with 10 other cats, but the moment I walked in she came to me and let me rub her belly! I was amazed and so was the employee of the shelter. They had only know her to be very withdrawn. It turned out they had found her more dead then alive and had little hope of her recovering, but decided to give her a chance. It took her 3 months, but she was nursed back to health.
Well I just had to have her and she choose me as well. I put down the transportcarrier and she just walked in there; it was decided,
She had to have a big surgery because it turned out she had a massive infection in her upper jaw, it cost her a tooth and her eye stays wet. But other then that my Cherie and myself develloped a loving relationship.
She is such a funny cat and a natural leader of the pack. We sometimes call her Queen Cherie. She is now boss over 2 dogs and an other cat.
The day I got her out of the shelter was one of my better decisions. I love my beautiful Chrie and she loves me.
I graduated from college and knew I wanted a dog in my life. I visited the shelter a few times looking at small sized dogs as I am quite petite. When no dog particularly took my interest, the shelter showed me a "medium" size dog, a 95 pounds English Bulldog mix named Butch that has been in the shelter for over a month. He was on his back asking for a belly rub. I found out that he was already six years old but he played like a puppy. He learned so quick and has captured everyone's heart. He taught me how to love, care, and got me out of my depressive episodes with his puppy like behavior. I did not question his background and he did not question or judged mine. Alot of things had disappointed me, but this big baby has been and will always there. Shelter dogs are the best, no matter what size!
My roommate came home one morning after work and said Royal (a dapple Doxie) needed a friend and I need to go online to this Doxie website and see if there was anything there. I went online and there was the story of Hank. Hank came to us not by a shelter but because he was found roaming the streets of southern town in Indiana. The woman that found him took him to her sister's house but he ran away from there and was found again roaming the streets. The person that found him keep him for about two months but worked many hours and felt he needed a better home. The Doxie website allowed her to list him for free to a good home and I found him on there. After talking to the woman at least three times we agreed to meet at a local McDonalds and see what I thought. The minute he climbed on my lap and licked my face I knew he was coming home with me. That was 5 years ago and he is a Daddy's boy because Daddy is now retired and home with him and Royal all day. However every night when I get home from work he is at the door to welcome me home. He is joy to have and I am so glad he came to live with us.
My husband of 13 years died of a heart attack in April of 2008. At that time, we had a Sheltie named Cody. He was definitely a daddy's boy. He became so depressed after David died that I feared I would lose him too. Fast forward to December of 2009; Cody was having trouble walking. I took him to the vet hospital and they determined he was in heart failure but said with medication, he would do just fine. Three days later, he had a seizure at 5 in the morning. After another work-up, they found a brain tumor. I couldn't bear to see him suffer so he went to the Rainbow Bridge on December 2, 2009. It hurt so much to say good bye to him but I knew that it was the right thing to do. As you might imagine, losing both the men in my life in such a short time span took a toll on my mental and physical health.
About a month after I lost Cody, a friend sent me an email telling me that there were two Shelties at the county animal shelter in desperate need of a good home together. Their mom had cancer and she couldn't keep them anymore. They had spent the better part of a month housed at a veterinarian's office and then were moved to the shelter. Her last request was that they find a home together but no one was interested in the larger of the two. I agreed to go and see them. That was all it took. I knew they had to come home with me.
Today, Brody (left) and Darby (right) are my grief counselors, my angels. They know when I am feeling down; they climb up on my lap to give me a snuggle and a kiss. They are truly my best friends and the best medicine around.
Last year after going through a divorce I was learning how to be single again. I already had two indoor cats and had been feeding the ferals in my neighborhood for a couple of years. I was outside on a beautiful spring day, when a beautiful cat came up to me and jumped on my lap. The eyes had me - it was like I was looking into a beautiful soul who just wanted to be loved. He let me pet him and feel his paws (he was declawed in the front so I knew he had been someone's pet at one time). A few weeks later he wandered into my home. My indoor babies were not that thrilled and it took many months before they would begin to accept him.
As I came into the house last night I had three little boys lined up in a row to greet me after an incredibly long day. I am not sure who saved who - because I know by giving him a good home I saved him from the life he was leading when someone gave up on him. I think he saved me as well because he taught me to reopen my heart and to love again.
He comes over to me when he's tired and wants to go to bed for the evening, sleeps in my room watching over me, and curls up on my lap and has the most incredible purr. When I am feeling bad I have all three boys on my lap or near me so that they can comfort me. I am so blessed to have my babies and will continue to do what I can for the other ferals to ensure they at least have a good meal. Some times just doing the smallest of things (like putting out a bowl of food) will help those who need it the most and it just may put you on the path to healing yourself as well.
My spouse and I have two Yorkies, Tia and Bubbles. Two is about all we figure we can handle, however small. But when a friend of ours in Omaha told us about this little guy that his neighbor found roaming the streets of Omaha, we took interest. The "Little Dude" was a purebred Yorkie with a breeder's tattoo inside his thigh and a docked tail. Every shelter and vet were contacted but no one claimed him.
When the neighbor could no longer keep him, our friend suggested us and asked if we would take him. Our Yorkie girls were about nine years old and this little guy was a puppy, but we took him in. We originally called him Jasper but his name devolved into Jazz. Our little Jazz-Man is such a delight and brings puppy energy to our household. He has such manners in a household of females and is a great little snuggler. From a street-wanderer to man of the house, I think Jazz has made it.
On December 12th 2008, My Shih Tzu Roosevelt died a awful death left me heart broken and alone. Little did I know the love of my life was born almost a month to the day of Roosevelt. Everytime I saw a Shih Tzu I just cried I thought I would never love again. One day a friend of mine called from the local humane society saying they were raiding a puppy mill and would I like to ride along. So I tagged along to check out the animals. We went in and I picked up a puppy and the world just stopped and he was the center. He has been with me when time were bad and times were good. He has been with me for 5 years and I love him more and more everyday. People tell me I am not a mom cause my children have fur. I am Eme's mom and I will talk about him as much as any child.
AMAZON was "delivered" to the doorstep of one of the fosters of a Georgia rescue with her bed, bag of food and bowl of water in July of 2013. Her left eye had a ruptured globe and was in a state of disrepair. She was spayed and the eye removed and upon recovery became available for transport up to NY to be adopted. My girlfriend, Nicole, who fosters for the rescue here in NY brought her to my attention. It was love at first sight! We have another rescue shih tzu and I had long wanted a sister for our boy, Stryker. Many followed her story and liked her photos but only one (not local) put in to adopt her. Who wants a 6 year old dog with one eye? I did! I filled out the several page adoption application for her 4 times .... and 4 times I didn't send it. I wasn't sure how my husband would feel about a second dog ... a one-eyed dog! My birthday was coming up in late August and he asked me what I wanted. I showed him AMAZON and said "her!" He asked what I was waiting for, to fill out and send the application. Two days later, it was approved. I spoke with Diana, her foster mom, here in NY and 3 days later we met. Before I even had her in my arms, I was crying. I already knew that she was home. And home we went with her! Although she was dropped off like an AMAZON package on a doorstep and although AMAZON means 'female warrior' and she is, I changed it. Giving her part of that name but something feminine....and now she is ZOEY. Zoey "O.E." (one-eye). She is my heart, my best birthday gift ever.....
Champ, Coco and Breezy - in order left to right in the picture - are our wonderful Granddogs. My daughter and her family rescued each one of them. Unfortunately, last year we lost our 2 lab mix dogs which we had adopted and now have a big void in the house - but after having many adopted dogs and 1 cat throughout our 48 years of marriage, we decided not to adopt anymore. Sooooooooooooo, now we can dog sit with our Granddogs whenever their family is going to be gone. Another Granddog, Sage, belongs to our son and his family, but they live in Santa Fe, NM and we do not see them often. If and when they may move back to KC, we may have the opportunity to dogsit with Sage also. All in all, we have been blessed over the years with many wonderful adopted/rescued canine friends in our household. I strongly urge everyone to consider rescuing a wonderful dog or cat!
My story starts with a little puppy that was gave to a man that didn't deserve to have any animals. Malaki is a shepherd/pit mix and the most gentle soul you will ever meet. I begged and begged the man to sale the dog to me so I wouldn't have to continue to see this little puppy getting trampled on. One morning I got a phone call they was taking him to the pound and if I wanted him I could have him. Poor Malaki came to us with all his ribs showing at 6 months and had a limp. For the first couple days he ate so much he was getting sick and he slept by his bowl because he was scared he wouldn't have no more food. I got him into the vet and they told me his back hip was injured and we got him fixed. First month he slept away from everyone because of his fear of people. Now it has been over four years and this loving dog has taught me so much about Love and he never sleeps alone no more...