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I was in the hospital having My gall bladder removed and My son Adam...6 at the time...called to ask if he could keep a black kitten he had found in his grandma's back yard. He said, *PLEASE mom!! he came right to me...after I pulled him through a hole in the fence*. I laughed and said ok. Well when he brought this kitten home I figured he was maybe 6 weeks old, covered in fleas and was so ugly. I gave him a bath and we took him to the vet the next day. He had ring worm all over both ears which made his hair fall out and ear mites. We had him neutered at 3 months. We named him Lightning because he was so fast and could jump so high. He was wonderful and grew up to be gorgeous. He was laid back and welcomed all other animals into our home after he put his foot on them and licked them. He was the boss to all our other animals. We called him the old man and we adored him. He was never mean and he loved us all so much. When anyone came over he was right there to check them out and welcome them to our home. In 2013 Lightning was 20 years old and he got very sick. There was nothing they could do for him. He was eating a lot but was losing weight quickly. In Oct. he fell off a chair and My husband grabbed him and brought him to Me. The vet figured it was a stroke. Lightning passed away in our arms. We still miss him but we were so lucky to have him in life for so long.
Thirteen years ago I was going through a divorce, moving out of my home and into a condo, all of which was not what I wanted. The thought of living all alone was devastating. I decided to start searching for a dog and I had specifics in mind. My trip to the local county animal service facility turned out perfect. There she was a little thing who had just been surrendered from less than perfect owners. The shelter techs had shaved off all of her matts and bathed her, probably something that had never happened in her previous 2 years, so here laid shivering this little pink body that was underweight. I took her into the get acquainted room and looked at this poor little thing and started crying for her and myself. She jumped up into my lap and kissed away my tears. I made her a promise that day that she would never again be hungry or have a bad hair day and she promised to be my best friend. We had trials for the first year as she had never been housebroke and didn't even know the basic "no". We made it though those tough times. Now she is 15 and has really slowed down, suffers from arthritis, is hard of hearing and her sight is diminished but I still love this little girl with all my heart. We saved each other that day so long ago.
This is our miracle cat. He appeared in our yard in 2001, with an injured leg. Up until my mother's death in 2013, he was her constant companion. He has been in every house on our block, visiting and napping. We guess his age to be about 15-16 years, given the estimate the vet made when we took him in. He is also the nosiest cat ever. On Oct. 6 of this year, he went out and didn't come home. After more than two months, a friend sent me a link to a local lost cats page. It was Blackadder! The gentleman who posted the photo had rescued him from an empty apartment by prying open a window. We figure he had gone in when the landlord was checking the place out, but hadn't been able to get out. He was there for two months, living on (we assume) whatever he could catch. Other than a weight loss, the vet could find no ill effects from his adventure. My family and I are so thankful to the man who made it his business to get Blackadder out, and to the lost cats group who make it possible for owners to find their kitties again. As I write this on Christmas Eve, Blackadder and his four furry family members are all at home, sleeping peacefully. Blackadder is our Christmas miracle.
One of my colleague asked me if I would consider adopting a 6 year old chihuahua mix he found wondering on street. Since he already has a chihuahua at home, he couldn't take her so he took her to the shelter in hope that someone would come for her. He described her as a companion dog with misty eyes. I told him I will think about it since I have never owned a dog before, my family don't want a dog in the house, and I don't know I can commit to giving the dog the attention he/she needs.
Two weeks went by and my colleague asked me again. Still I wasn't sure. He said the shelter would put her to sleep that night if she is not adopted so he plans to take her to a no-kill shelter and if I like, I can stop by. On the way to his place, I stopped by the store and grabbed a dog bed, a sweater, and dog food as instructed by my colleague. I guess I already made up my mind to give this an honest shot. I did not fall in love with her at first sight when I first met her. All I noticed was that she's well behaved, house broken, and she doesn't barked when I step into the house.
Two years later and several rough patches for both dog and owner, she is now the most loved and spoiled one in our family. There is not a day that goes by that I don't consider ourselves lucky to have her (now name Ein) in our life. Ein is the center of all our attentions. I felt God made her for our family. She's very affectionate, well behaved, and adores everyone in the house. Having never owned a pet before, I was informed by many people who met Ein that her temperament is unusual for a small dog. We describe her as a cat stuck in a dog's body. My niece calls her a Cog (cat-or-dog).
My daughter Jaleesa was in her last few months of vet studies at the University of Wisconsin Madison. She was doing a externship at a vet clinic in southern Wisconsin when she came upon a paralyzed kitten. Jaleesa had just gotten married in June and in the vows she wrote to her soon to be husband was a line that made the whole church roar with laughter. She had stated that she could not promise she wouldn't bring home any more pets. Well when Jaleesa first saw Rocky (he is now named), she first thought of her brother, who had adopted 2 kittens upon his return from Afghanistan. She came home one weekend after her wedding and we all thought, "Oh boy, what has she gotten herself into". Rocky had been bitten by a feral male cat on his spine next to his tail. He was mostly paralyzed on his back legs. When we saw him try to walk we all thought there was no way that her brother would have the time to give him all the attention he needed. So when she went back home that Monday she told her husband, C.J. that if she brought him back to the clinic he would be euthanized and she wouldn't let that happen. This is where her vows became reality for C.J. We all warned him that she meant what she said and he found out quick. Rocky also cannot relieve himself and never will. So you can imagine how much care he needs on a daily basis. I am so proud of her for all of her accomplishments and also for taking on Rocky. He walks like he forgets he has to lift each back leg to get anywhere. Rocky has found his furr ever home with his brother Jack (dog) and sisters, Bailey (dog) and Mara (kitty) which she adopted from the island of St. Kitts, where she did her graduate studies and he enjoys each day. Jaleesa will graduate from Madison in Janruary and I cant wait to see what the rest of her future brings her.
My husband and I had just taken in a small kitten and had gone to PetSmart to pick up some necessities for him. They were having an adopt-a-thon just after Thanksgiving. It was a habit of mine to go have a look at adoptable kitties with a firm "we don't need another cat" ringing fresh in my ears from my hubby.
That was when I saw her... Ruby, spayed, declawed, 2 years old. She was the only adult cat in a sea of kittens and looked disheartened, curled up in her cage, in her bed. Needless to say, she went home with us that day. When I said I wanted to adopt her, there were cheers, hugs, and thank yous from the staff because the adopt-a-thon was her "last chance."
It took her time to warm up to us, but, for five years her quirky little "na-ow" meow and bossy personality made her the perfect "Big Sister" for our kitten and the others that would come into our home. Not to mention how she liked to keep her humans in line!
But January of 2014 she started losing weight and developed lumps in her throat. It was while the vet was trying non-operative options that I found out she was MUCH older than the 7 years I thought she was. He said she was at LEAST 15 years old, so at her age he did not recommend intensive operations it would take to find out what was causing the lumps. So, after three more attempts to get her to respond to medication, only to have her relapse... I didn't want her to suffer anymore. I held her paw and held her in my arms for nearly an hour before I could bring myself to let my little Rue-bear to go to the rainbow bridge. And I still miss her more than anything. But I know I did everything I could to make her last years alive comfortable and full of love. RIP Ruby, my little boo-bins, keep all the others waiting at the bridge in line for me!
My baby Rusty at only 9 months old had three homes and three different names.
I adopted Rusty from South Carolina in 2011. I had lost my boy Buddy to cancer at the young age of 61/2 and after several surgeries and cancer treatments my heart was broke that I could not save him.
I had no intentions of adopting another dog after the heartache of losing Bud Bud to cancer until Rusty came along and I knew if he had been returned to the shelter three times no one would adopt him.
He is a bit of a hell raiser but I love him just the same. Rusty has a forever home and he is happy and healthy and is here to stay. Patience and understanding was all he needed to be the dog he is today.
I love him and always will.
She came to our door the first time very young, and frightened. I just knew in my heart that someone had set her out....abandoned an innocent, sweet baby!! When I tried to get her to come to me, she meowed so sadly, but darted off and was gone. The next time I saw her she was about 3 months old, sitting at the french double doors, looking through the glass like she remembered me. I started setting food out for her, and fresh water. Within a week she was sitting on my lap outside, letting me love her, and cuddle her. She even started answering to her name! Within a month I had convinced John that we should help her. She looks like maine coon mix, and all that long, thick hair was getting matted and filthy! We started preparing for her to come inside with the family and join the dog and another cat. She got along very well with the dog, when I took her out to potty, so that wasn't an issue. After a leukemia test that came back negative, and a quick grooming of scissors and a cat comb, she walked through the door on her own and captured everyone's hearts. Miss Sophia Petrillo is the light of my heart. With depression, things can be so good but seem so bad. Honestly....since she came inside.....things seem rather good all the time. Please....take a chance....take a moment....help a tender heart. Rescue...and BE rescued. <3
I went to the shelter looking for a young kitten, because I wanted a cat I could train to travel around with me to help with my anxiety disorder. While I was looking at kittens, this cat whose tag said she was 18 months old kept reaching out and grabbing my hair. I finally ended up taking her, because she chose me! I brought her home and noticed she was sneezing. By the next day, her eyes were running, so I took her to one of the vets on the free first exam list. That vet gave me eye ointment and an antibiotic for her, and told me to use pill pockets. After two times she figured out there was a pill in that treat and was not having that! The vet had said to dissolve the capsule contents in water and squirt it in her mouth, but didn't show me how to do it. So when I did, she aspirated the contents: she was choking and couldn't breathe! I was so scared!!! I gave her a tiny Heimlich maneuver repeatedly, until she finally coughed up the liquid she had inhaled. Next day I took her to another vet, who'd been recommended by a friend, and they gave me a liquid antibiotic with a meat flavor. They told me that she's actually about 8 months old, but won't grow much larger. They also found she has a heart murmur. I'm going to keep this sweet girl anyway, because she's so special! She's so funny - follows me around the house talking continuously, gives me little kisses and likes to get under the blankets with me to sleep. I know we were meant to be together, although she had to tell me that - I didn't get that at first!
We already had rescued 3 cats - a muted tortie (Lily) , a tuxedo Maine Coon (Chatner) and a tuxedo British shorthair (Angus). But when someone posted on a local facebook yard sale "Black Kitten must be gone tonight" I couldn't help but respond. It was late October and I worried that it would fall into the wrong hands....
I drove several miles that night to pick up the kitten. He was thrust at me by his owner who said, "he's a good boy, we're just moving" Her son handed me a plastic bowl but no toys. The kitten nuzzled my chin and as his fleas jumped off onto me, I knew it was meant to be. We arrived home, my husband, who was skeptical about the entire incident, immediately fell in love. We cuddled him, but had to bathe him quickly because he was covered in fleas and ear mites. My husband had never seen red water from a flea infestation, and was appalled. We dried him with the hair dryer (we live in New England and it was cold) and gave him some wet food - he ate as if he were starving. No need to introduce him to the feline family - he made himself right at home and everyone introduced themselves. Several bathings later, he was flea-free. And....it seemed he loved water as he often showered with me.
We named him Salem, but my husband felt like he took over the household so it was soon changed to Major Salem. We learned he was part Bombay, which explained his friendly disposition, affection, incredibly long tail, legs, and OHHHHH those copper eyes. He soon hooked up with Lily, who nurtured and raised him just as she had Angus. He weighed about 1.5 pounds when we brought him home. Within a month he was neutered and weighed 6 pounds. 3 months into our adventure is weighs about 8 pounds and is 35 inches stretched from hind foot to forefoot. He is a big, Bombay boy and is so loving and affectionate. This rescue was definitely meant to be!