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In the fall of 2011, a coworker came in and asked if anyone wanted a cat. I asked why... he told me the sad story of "Kitty". She was about 11 -15 years old the woman she lived with had her house foreclosed on and abandoned it. My coworker's sister worked for the bank, while checking on the house found this little ball of fur. I asked about her original mom and was told that when asked if she wanted Kitty back she said "no, I can't take her with and couldn't bare to leave her at the pound". So instead Kitty was left outside in the freezing cold, in a fenced property with no front claws.
I told my husband who said absolutely not, no cats, we already have a dog. I told him the story and he finally agreed just for a little while. Needless to say she became his best friend and became his "shoulder cat" as she always climbed on his shoulder to snuggle. We renamed her Cassanova, Cassie for short, because she was such a little lover.
In late 2012, she began to become very ill, we took her to our Vet and they diagnosed her as having lymphoma, We opted out of chemo as the Vet said it may not help and giving that she was b/t 11-15 yo it may just kill her. Around Christmas this year she began to lose weight rapidly no matter how much we fed her. Last Tuesday she was in her hut all day on our bed, her favorite place and could barely move. Cassie would cry if I got up so I laid in bed next to her all day our other fuzzballs came in and out all day sniffing, laying next to her and giving her kisses. She passed soon after my husband come home from work. Because of her we rescued two other kitty lives, Kai and Petri. In her short time with us I hope we made her as happy as she made us. Cassie is the little one on the piano bench.
Tosh came to me totally by surprise. A friend in Arizona knew that a year earlier I had to put down my 16 year old rescue dog. She was on the Pet Finders site and spotted a Minnesota dog just for me, she said. I took one look at her photo and knew I would be making a road trip to check out this sweet girl. When I left home I had not known that Tosh was an animal control pick up and if the shelter had gotten full she would be near the top of the list to be put down. I was brought in to see her and knew she was my next fur baby. She was a boisterous young thing but oh the great adventures we have had. I really believe when you take in a rescue animal they know they have been saved and their love is deep, their loyalty is true. I may have rescued her but even more, she rescued me.
This is really a story of three rescues and a very tolerant Calico. November 2011 after 16 wonderful years I lost my sweet buddy Maverick (black cat) and it was just Cassie (9 year old calico) and me left. Cassie was lonely and I decided to adopt another black cat. As sad as this sounds they are the hardest and usually last to be adopted. On the 23rd of December I went to the local shelter and my best friend Jackie surprised me and met me there. We looked at the cages and it was heartbreaking, I wanted them all. Then Jackie spotted the little tiny black cat in the back of the cage. She was so scared and looked so sad. Jackie was the first to hold her then handed her over to me. I named her Maddy. She came home with me that day and is the best Christmas gift I could ever imagine.
In June 2012 I thought I was ready for one more kitty so I went to Cats in Need this time to adopt. I saw these two kittens side by side. Both had been found at about 2 weeks old and both had to be bottle fed but were now ready to be adopted. They weren't siblings but their story was the same - left alone, abandoned in a backyard, so young and unable to survive on their own. I went home that day and told myself "I couldn't adopt two... no way". The next day I went back and adopted both. Murphy (tabby) and Hardison "Hardy" (black) became inseparable. Hardy proved he would live up to his name. He had major health issues and I thought I would lose him but he became strong and conquered them. Murphy and Hardy are now healthy and happy and I am so glad I realized "what is one more".
The four furbuddies are best friends to each other and to me. So in reality this story is about just one rescue - me. Cassie, Maddy, Murphy and Hardy rescue me everyday. Hardy and Murphy in photo
An orange cat showed up in my yard one day in late 2009. He looked healthy and pretty well fed but would not come near me. He would run away if I approached him. I called neighbors and the local animal control officer to report a lost cat. I fed the cat for several months thinking I could tame him. I could not seem to make much progress with him. Finally, after months of feeding him, I found a have a heart trap and put it out. My granddaughters were here and helped me set it up. That afternoon we looked in the trap and there was the cat. We immediately took him to the local vet to be checked over. They called me the next day saying he did not have a chip and was already neutered. They thought he was about 5 years old. They updated his vaccinations and we picked him up that afternoon. We racked our brains for a name but Karen, the receptionist, suggested Marmalade. We loved it. He came home and spent two months in a spare bedroom not wanting human or feline attention. Now he is the boss of the house and the other two cats and struts around like he owns the place....which he does.
When our beloved Wheaten Terrier, Ginger, passed, 8 years ago, our Wheaten impostor, Wheatley, was devastated, so we began a search for a "rescue" Wheaten. After finding none, I saw some cute, fluffy dogs on the Shih Tzu Rescue web site. When we visited the shelter, all my picks were already adopted. I heard a bark coming from behind a door that had a window in it. Looking in, I saw this cute little dog with a face that almost looked like a Wheaten puppy. When I asked to see him, the Volunteer seemed surprised. We decided immediately, that this was our dog! Two days later, after "Fabrizio" was checked by their vet, the owners of the Shih Tzu Rescue, personally brought him to our home, to see how he and Wheatley would get along. Wheatley checked him out and a decided he was acceptable. Over a glass of wine, the owners told us "Fabrizio's" background. He was born in Kingston, Jamaica, has a "birth certificate", alleging his parents were both Shih Tzus. (He is probably a Lhasa Apso) His Jamaican owner mostly kept him in a crate, brought him to Florida, apparently, never house broke him, then donated him to the Shih Tzu Rescue. "Fabrizio's first indication that he had found his forever home, was to pee on our dining room chair.
To the chagrin of the Shih Tzu Rescue owners, who named him, Fabrizio, we immediately changed his name to Bob Marley. It took a lot of patient training of a little dog who had lived in a crate or a concrete floor kennel all his life, but Marley soon became our new love!. When Wheatley passed last July, Marley was so sad - until a reincarnated Wheatley appeared in the form of a Cat! New best friend!
In July, 1995, I took my one year old son to the animal rescue center in Cleveland, Ohio. I decided to get a cat because we lived in an apartment. We went up to a cage with about 6 older cats. This was the only cat that did not cower in the back of the cage when confronted by a toddler. At the time of adoption, we were told she was about a year old. Perfect!!!!! She followed my son everywhere. Slept with him, played with him. If he was ill, she stayed right with him. When we were able to, we adopted additional cats and a dog. Even though she never weighed more than 8 lbs, she ruled the house. She bossed the 45 pound dog. She made numerous trips to Florida with us and summers in a camper on a lake, We called her our million $ baby because of her antics causing trips to the vet. Once she tangled with a bobcat. She won but almost lost a leg. She also lost part of her tail when a door blew closed on her. This is only 2 of about 20 visits to vets, She was feisty until February, 26, 2014. She had a stroke and was no longer able to function. My son was devastated as was I. She was such a part of our lives. She and my son grew up together. She will always be missed.
I was always a cat person, until I wondered what it was like to have a dog.. so i kept asking for a dog. I finally got one. i was only 6 but i got one. I didn't want the one my mom picked out but we got him anyway. I was so mad when we got him. But I knew the first time he slept on me that he was a keeper.
I still had a cat named Charley when we got king (the dog) but king was devastated when Charley got killed by two dogs. It was my fault but everyone thinks it wasn't. thats a totally different story. King was struck by lightning when we was a puppy and hit by fireworks so now hes scared to death of them. I made a huge mistake a few years after we got him. I gave him away but he would always run away back to my house that proved he cared about me. So when the new owner died of a heart attack we took king back into the family. He missed us so much that night for like a year he slept on top of me I was so squished but i allowed him to.
He is now 6 years old and really lazy like his momma (me) I love him so much i would be lost without him. He is my best friend forever and always
I love you so much king..
Say hello to Gizzy, Sox, and Jersey. Gizzy is 9. Adopted at the humane society in San Diego ca. It was love at first site, so tiny and shaking I had to take him home. Found after being hit by a car his head was cracked, the tip of his tail broken, a tear duct crushed and he can barely speak (when he does it looks like a japanese movie) he was very scared and shy. After years of love he has become so sweet and friendly. Sox is 6 came from the same place. He follows us everywhere we go, waits by the door for my husband to come home and sleeps with him every night. Another special kitty, born with a bad urethra, he has been sick a few times but we finally got him on a good diet. When my husband deployed last year he went through a stage of depression. I had a vet come to the house and there was nothing physically wrong with him. He was just sad. He's our sweet little cat-dog. Last but not least we have Jersey. He is 3 the biggest, adopted from friends of cats in el cajon ca. we call him our monster. He is like a toddler. Both the older boys take care of him and watch over him. He's our talker. I've had many conversations with him about his day and every time I laugh at how quickly he responds and carries on. He also can't stand not being the center of attention, if one brother is getting love he better be getting some too! He is a bit sketchy with strangers but loves mommy and daddy.
Both my husband and I are active duty in the US Navy and honestly there is nothing like coming home to these lil loving guys after a hard day. They make the hardest day just float right out of your mind.
*I wrote this last week about our lil furry boys, sadly we lost Gizzy this morning. We are all broken hearted and will miss him very much.
We had lost two of our three boxers exactly five months apart in 2011. When I came across Lilly Belle in December, 2012, she spoke to me. She was white like Pearl and had a big, long tongue like Barkley. We brought Lilly Belle home to see how she and our senior boxer, Bud, would get along. Lilly Belle was 8 years old and deaf but I was drawn to her. She quickly acclimated to Bud as she relied on him to be her ears. Because she was deaf, she always had her eye's on me..........everywhere I went, she was not far behind. She was definitely a 'mommy's girl'. On our first visit to the vet, I learned that Lilly Belle's life before us wasn't all that good. She had a bad scare down her entire back leg that was never treated (per the vet) and it bothered her at times, she had had numerous litters of pups, and what I thought might be small growths on her turned out to be gun pellets! Despite her previous treatment, she, like all other rescues, was so appreciative of love and she was absolutely the sweetest girl ever!
I wanted nothing more than to show Lilly Belle what it was like to be truly loved and spoiled....and I did! Unfortunately, Lilly Belle got sick not long after we got her. Specialists couldn't determine exactly what was going on but confirmed that she had cancer and possibly an auto-immune disorder. Lilly Belle passed away in her sleep just 10 months after we adopted her. We had her cremated so she would be with us forever; however, I miss her sweet face and companionship every day!
I had been a cat person all my life. When my son was 9 in 1995, I decided he should have a dog. So we went to the local animal shelter to look for a puppy. In an enclosure where 6 black lab/chow mix puppies. My son and I walked up to the cage and the first one to come to us was the one we took home and named her Lindy. She was 8 weeks old. This was the first dog for me, so I was amazed at how this dog had so much love to give and I fell in love with her. Lindy wanted to be everywhere I was. She always had me in her sight, If I got up to go in another room she would too. By 2006 she started getting slow at getting up, found out she was getting arthritic in her hips. As time went on she got to where I had to help get her up on her feet, she was to big for me to carry. She would lay on her bed all day and wait for me to get home, but it was always to late, she just couldn't hold it all day like she used to. So I would have to give her a bath and wash her bed everynight. I knew she was embarrassed by what she did in her bed. I could tell by the sad look on her face. She thought she was going to get in trouble for wetting her bed. But I loved her to much to scold her. By 2008 she developed kidney failure and I made the hardest decision I ever had to make in my life. It still makes me cry. On Jan 3 2009, her birthday, I had her put to sleep. On my birthday in July 2009, I got my first tattoo, of Lindy with birth and death dates on my ankle. We have had more rescues during her life and since her death and I love them, but none of them can replace the loss of 'my' Lindy.