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My boyfriend, James, and I were on our way back from a friends birthday getaway. We got lost, missed a turn, and were on empty so we saw a nearby gas station and stopped. Luke came right up to James the minute he got out of the car. He had no collar, was still intact, and was just skin and bones. I asked the clerk about the dog, who just told me he had been there for several hours and they gave him water. It was 90 something degrees outside, in the middle of summer - we couldn't leave him.
We looked up a local animal shelter, which was of course closed on a sunday afternoon. So we lured him in the car with day-old mexican food, and he fell right asleep. We drove back to San Diego, about an hour away, and this dog was so tired I thought he had died. I tried to wake him in order to make sure he wasn't dead… I couldn't. But he woke up when we stopped the car. We bought him food, bathed him, and gave him a safe place to stay for the night. The next morning we would bring him to our local animal shelter.
We were starving college students, we had no money, and roommates who were not in favor. So, we took him to the pound, and claimed a "last resort" position with him incase he was someone else's dog. He was at the shelter for about 3 weeks. We visited him at least a couple times a week (to see if anyone adopted him, but secretly hoped no one had). We decided that we were going to figure out a way to adopt him - it was just a matter of time.
James got a call from the pound saying they were going to euthanize him for behavior problems, so the next day we adopted him. It was tough, but completely worth it. And he is worth every second of everyday for the last 1.5 years and will forever be my best friend, Luke.
Depression had overwhelmed me for 4 years. Reading the paper, I saw an adoption photo of a small dog. He was gone by the time I called. I went in to look at other dogs. There she was. 2 yrs old, calm, bewildered and with only one eye. It took less than 10 seconds, "I want her". It was a kill shelter, I think her time was running out. She was afraid of my car, men, stuffed animals and me. I knew it was going to take time. I loved on her, let her adjust in her own way and time. Her food was available 24/7. She ate when she was hungry. She slept beside the bed on the floor. It took a couple weeks before she started to come out of her shell. The process was slow, but worth every minute. Its been 2 1/2 yrs. We are together 24/7, 365. She now attacks those stuffed animals, throws them all over the house. Her food is another thing I find all flung all over, including my purse. She has to play with it before she eats it. She loves going with "mommy in the car". She doesn't need a leash, she never gets more than a few feet away from me. She's not afraid of men anymore. As long I say "it's okay", that's her cue that she can approach someone. When I open the car door, she waits for me to say "ok". If she jumps out before that, she has to get back in and do it over. There is no greater dog I have ever had, and I've had many. I will never again go anywhere else, but to a shelter. The most loyal, obedient dog I have ever had. Its been said that a rescue dog knows what you've done, and they never forget. No truer words were ever spoken.
I rescued Barney in July 2010 and, in passing, said I would love to have a sister for him. three months later, the call came. they had the perfect sister for him. when she arrived, she was totally shut down. she hid behind furniture, in other rooms, around corners, everywhere she knew she could not be seen and would not look at me. Obviously, her previous "family" was not very kind to her. I decided to let her be, waiting for her to come to me on her terms. it took love, patience and lots of time. I knew she was eating and using the wee wee pads, but never in front of me. after a year, she started to come to me for pets and to sit in my lap. to this day she still does not expose her belly fully for her belly rubs.
unfortunately, last month, I came very close to losing her. she was just not right. she was lethargic, drinking a lot, urinating much more than usual, and then started having the shakes. I had several visits to the vet while they performed tests, with no definitive answers. one morning, after her vomiting, I rushed her to the hospital. she spent six days and a diagnosis was confirmed - Addison's disease, a disease of the adrenal glands. they produce cortisol which is necessary for her stable mood and other factors. although not curable, it is treatable with medicine. now every day she gets prednisone which, in a dog's system, breaks down to cortisol, and controls the shakes and all the other symptoms she was exhibiting. it is very important that she be calm and live in a very peaceful environment, with as little change as possible. piece of cake for me to do - she is my best friend, my little girl, and whatever she needs, it's done. so there you have it, the story of my little "prepre" - who is literally the reason I get up every morning. as most people who adopt query, I so often ask myself, who rescued who?
My daughter has foregone her biochemistry degree from the U of O to dedicate her life to saving and providing quality of life to animals. She is a keeper at EFRC in Center Point Indiana. EFRC provides life long care to exotic abused cats. She is hoping to volunteer at the Indianapolis Zoo on her days off with elephants. She rescued her neighbor's dog that was chained outside in the horrible Indiana winter with no food and black water to drink. The dog has pin worms and heart worms and Kerry has gotten vet care that she could not afford to save the poor dog's life. Even if it is short, for the dog to know comfort and love. The endless love that my daughter exhibits for the well being of animals makes me proud. She does not have television or internet which seems to be vital for a 26 year old, but she has said on many occasions that it does not matter to her. Stories like these should be out in the public.
It was pouring rain, with tornado watches and warnings in most of the area. As I hurried across the porch to get inside, I noticed 2 wet, straggly kittens lying on the concrete. The stray mother had them, then the storms scared her off. I wasn't even sure they were alive, but I brought them inside, dried them off, wrapped them in a towel and placed them on my chest to warm them. I named one Stormy, and because she had a tiny white spot between her eyes, I named the other one Hailey. Sadly, Stormy only lived for 2 days, but with 2-hour bottle feedings and lots of love, Hailey survived. My husband and I took shifts feeding and holding her in her towel next to our heart to keep her warm and help her feel safe. Today, she is over 2 years old and still, her favorite place to nap is right on my chest. She will even try to move my laptop out of the way when she wants to curl up for a nap. She came to us at a very stressful time in our lives, and by coaxing her to thrive and caring for her, she helped us get through the dark days with her clown-like playfulness and darling expressions. She was white with gray ears and tail when she was born, but her markings have developed into beautiful Siamese cream to dark brown points. We have 2 other cats, but Hailey is the little princess, and she knows it!
It was mid June. Warm and rainy. For a few days, I had heard my fan belt slipping and knew it needed to be replaced. The third morning after I started hearing it, I headed to town for an early dental appointment. I was a few minutes early, so decided to check my email before I went in. When I turned off the ignition, I still heard that sound. I said out loud to myself, "Oh my God, there is a cat stuck in the fan belt!". I slowly raised the hood, and sitting there, pretty as can be was this baby kitten. I took her with me and had my dental appointment, then headed straight to the vet. He scanned her for a micro-chip, then started her kitty vaccines. She was all healthy and tested negative for all the bad stuff. He treated her for fleas and I took her home and we have been best buddies since. It is now December and she has been spayed and is my house kitten. She runs the house for sure and adds a lot of joy to my life everyday. I am very thankful to have found her before she actually got caught in the fan belt. Hoodie is my gift from God and I will treasure her for as long as I get to keep her! Hopefully, she and I will be healthy for many years. I love my little snuggle kitty! Now, I tap a couple of times on my hood before I start my car to be sure there is no little creature underneath the hood!
My husband was diagnosed with dementia in February and in March we met our beautiful husky/red healer at a local ASPCA event. K.C., who had been abused and was totally afraid of men, immediately bounded to my husband and jumped in our van to head home. They loved and comforted each other until my husband's death 3 1/2 years later.
We saw a little grey kitty about a mile from our home that we tried to catch because it kept going in front of cars, but couldn't catch it. About 2 weeks later a male feral cat we fed had brought the little girl to our patio. I went out to see her. I offered her some food on a plate, which she took. She gobbled that up, then took some from a spoon, then from my hands, all with the feral cat watching from a distance. As the little grey cat got on my lap I discovered she was pregnant. I brought her to the vet the next am. She was negative for FIV/FLV and had 5 kittens. She had 5 babies 11 days later and let myself and our 6 year old watch her give birth! We adopted all the babies out and adopted the momma ourselves instead of keeping a kitten because she was so timid compared to the kittens. We named her "Fawn" because of how she would flip her short tail. We have now taken in the feral cat as well. We are pretty sure the kittens were all his since they looked just like him. :)
My mum and I rescued Marceline in November on the 28th. Not only is that day Thanksgiving, it is also the day that Wal*Mart started their Black Friday sale. My mother and I were walking out of the store, I had my system and she got a disc player we really needed. The air was chilly, and we were eager to get to my car and head home when we heard this real faint mewing. We stopped and my mum asked if that was a cell phone (a lady who used to live with us had a ring tone that sounded like a kitten) and carefully listening we didn't hear another sound. It seemed reasonable because there were people near by, and so on we went taking a few steps when we heard another mewl and quickly realized that-that is certainly no phone! Quickly we back tracked until we found the source, and under one of the cars was a tiny little white kitten. Her fur all dirty, so she looked more gray in color. Skinny and scared, the poor thing was just so lost. Perhaps she might have been calling for her siblings if any if them had been near by. Together, we attempted to capture the kitten a few groups of people passing by attempted to help catch her, but she proved to be too elusive for them and they left wishing us luck. The kitten had eventually climbed up into a truck and had gotten herself in a spot where she couldn't escape. I still feel guilty, but just as I was about to get her she made an attempt to run and all I could catch her by was her tail. Pulling her from inside the truck I managed to pass her onto my mother. Who then, after getting bitten, wrapped her up in her coat and held her close against her chest. Where the kitten calmed down pretty fast. She is the sweetest kitten, I can't imagine giving her to someone else.
We have a 12 year old Cocker (Cody) but my Stepson wanted "his own" dog. I said, OK, as long as it is not a puppy, Cody does NOT like puppies. He was turned down by a local rescue. Little did they know they were missing out on the greatest love a dog would know. But everything happens for a reason. He found a little puppy on Craigslist. The family loved her but need to be re-homed because the trailer they were living in had burned down. The first time my stepson saw Suzie, playing with a shoe for a toy, no where to sleep, he knew he had to bring her home. And crazy, Cody just loves her. He is acting like a puppy again, playing with toys, wrestling with Suzie. We all love her more then anything, can not image life with out her.