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On a sunny afternoon I watched thru our patio door as our tuxedo cat, Sweetie, did not finish his food and was standing several feet from his bowl preening. A tiny, frail kitten with huge blue eyes was creeping slowly toward the bowl. This began to happen every day. Sweetie would leave food in his bowl and the kitten would come to finish it. After about a week of this I saw the kitten in one of the lawn chairs just laying there. Sweetie left the food but the kitten didn't approach. He was so thin, I knew he couldn't miss a meal. By the next day he was still in the chair. I told my husband something was wrong and we would have to catch him and see the vet. That was an ordeal as he was very feral but so weak he soon gave up. Unfortunately, our vet discovered his intestine had telescoped back inside itself and he would need surgery to survive. There was no question, it had to be done. My husband built a pen large enough for us to enter to administer antibiotics and food several times a day. After three months and one more procedure of neutering he had gone from a skin and bones waif to a very affectionate plump kitty. Less than a month later Katrina hit and we, along with Sweetie, our dog BooBoo and our newest kitty, "Beijing", evacuated. That was in 2005. Sweetie and BooBoo are no longer with us but we treasure our Beijing and he treasures his afternoons laying in his bed in the sun room.
I found Gomez at the county animal shelter. I say that because he did not reach out to me. Unlike the other cats and kittens that rubbed against the bars and reached paws out in an effort to draw attention, all adorable by the way, he was sleeping at the back of the cage, completely uninterested. I don't know what it was about him that caused me to request him to be brought to the "get acquainted" room, but once there he was so tolerant and sweet that we all vied for his attention. He came straight to me and looked me right in the eye, and I said, "I'm coming back for you, I promise." He had been abandoned in a foreclosure with other animals, and I wanted him to know that I was coming to take him to his forever home.
The first night home, he didn't go hide like most cats do, he lay on the couch beside my daughter, stretched out on his back with his head hanging off the couch. He was so relaxed, in fact, that we thought there might be something wrong with him.
Over the next couple of weeks, there were things I noticed that were unusual about him. He had angel wing markings on his shoulders. He did not shed. He felt so luxurious and soft, in a different way than the other cats, more like a plush stuffed animal. He trilled when he walked around. He would follow me like a dog. He would walk right up to strangers. He didn't make me sneeze when I rubbed my face on him. I was sure that he was a special cat, so online I found that he is a Siberian Forest Cat with classic brown tabby markings. He is the spitting image a champion. Who knew that there are cats as fluffy as this who don't shed and are considered hypoallergenic?!
I believe that all my gorgeous cats came to me by divine intervention, but Gomez was truly meant to be mine. I love love love him!
A friend posted on Facebook that they had a relative that needed to re-home a Boston Terrier because of their work schedule. Tiger was spending too much time in his crate and needed a new home. We drove to meet them, took a leash to bring him home as I had pretty much decided our Belle needed a new friend. He arrived to us with a fox tail in his foot that required two surgeries, chronic ear infection but a good attitude. He has been with us for almost a year and yes, there have been some challenges but carpets can be cleaned and dog toys replaced! He LOVES going for trips in our RV. The picture is when we had him less than a month and he was enjoying the trip to the Grand Canyon.
I encourage everyone to take a chance with a rescue dog! Most of the time it is a wonderful experience and you will find you are actually the one "rescued" because of a new friend!
I decided to adopt a senior companion after I moved to a new part of the country for a job and to be near my grandkids. My husband and 2 other dogs had stayed behind to pack up and sell the house. Shiro was part Chow, adopted from NW Chow Rescue. He was about 12, but good natured and sweet. He loved nothing more than sleeping on his pillow in a warm home. He was also almost totally deaf. He was sleeping next to my bed one night when I was awoken by the sound of someone in my room. A man had broken into my house that night. Shiro never woke up, even after I screamed at the man to get out, but I think the sight of that 75-lb. dog gave the robber second thoughts and he took off.
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.