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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...
The name Jude means "giver of joy" and that is exactly what Jude did. I am a long time foster mom and first met Jude when she was surrendered to "my" shelter. I made an instant connection with her and knew she was meant to be with me.
I named her Jude after the patron saint of hopeless cases because while she was in foster with me she suffered from mysterious illnesses that had no known cause and did not respond to treatment. We all loved her dearly, but in our hearts we knew something was not right with our little Jude.
Through all her treatments she was happy, loving and amazingly caring. Anytime I brought a feral kitten home, she would sleep next to its crate. Socialization that would normally take weeks took only days with Jude's help. Sadly, when she was about five months old, we were able to confirm what we had all feared. Jude had a terminal condition called dry FIP.
We officially adopted Jude and she lived out the rest of her life with us as a much loved member of our family. Although that life only ended up being six months long, the impact she made is still felt today. Many feral kittens are now loved house pets because she helped them learn to trust people.
Having Jude in my life even for a short time brought me joy. And if you ever get the chance to share your life with an animal that has a limited life expectancy, do it. Your life will be changed for the better. I know mine was.
Jude made me a better foster mom. She helped me realize that my job is not to "save them all"; it is to make a positive difference in their lives for however long they are with me. I now specialize in "hopeless cases". I am committed to giving them a chance, even if that chance is one in a million.
So sweet Jude, thank you for watching over me and my hopeless cases. You help me make miracles happen every day.
I discovered Kirby, a stray black & white "cow" kitten & rescued him from the woods in our yard years ago.He was emaciated, covered with ticks & fleas & starving.But that wasn't all...he also had only 1/2 a tail! As a longtime cat rescuer, I immediately fed him, eliminated all his fleas & ticks, & brought him into my rarely vacant foster room.Once he had gained enough weight, I had him neutered, plus shots & testing done. After examining his 1/2 tail, the vet agreed it had indeed been cut & he had suffered a fracture! My heart went out to him & all the pain & suffering he endured at such a young age.Both his adorable 1/2 tail & the fact he looked like my first cat when I was a little girl, were enough to convince my husband that we should keep "this one"! Years later, cute "Kirby Kow" is still purring & playing in our home today loving his home & big feline family!
(*Note: I am a longtime, independent/private cat rescuer & a published author.My book is about the cat overpopulation crisis, with 21 of my own, true & rather amazing cat rescue stories! "Kirby's Tale" is Chapter 18 in my book entitled "The Cat Magnet: A Rescuer's Collection of Cat Tales". Kirby is in this photo beside my book! I wrote "The Cat Magnet" as a way to help both entertain & educate about the sad cat overpopulation crisis & the many ways all can help.My book is my only fundraising for my rescue.As a private/independent cat rescuer, all expenses are from my own pocket.I would welcome any assistance in helping me promote it, if possible. Ideally, I sell it directly instead of via online, as I make little profit from my online sales.If you are unable to help, please let me know if I can just edit & post one of my cat tales & submit a different photo on this site.But, if you know anyone interested in "purrchasing" my book, please email & I will mail an autographed copy!Thank you!)
We rescued Sundance him from an overcrowded shelter. He had been there for a while because no one wanted to adopt an 8 year old cat. My husband and I were just browsing, not looking to adopt but Sundance had other plans. He crawled right up into my husbands lap and fell asleep. I looked into my husbands eyes and just knew. We took him home that night. Over the next 4 years he brought so much into our lives. He made us a family. I miss his big yellow eyes.
After a tumor took his life, I was a mess. My home was empty for weeks. I was lonely. I decided to finally gather his old things and toys and donate them to our shelter. I went into the cat room and immediately broke down again but it felt good to get some love from the cats, I really needed it. I started to visit on a regular basis, to get my cat fix. Then pretty soon, felt it was time to adopt again.
I saw Bo, a tripod cat who had lost his leg from a dog fight. He was just sitting there on the floor of the shelter, fresh out of surgery. Patches of hair shaved off. He looked up at me, into my eyes, as if he knew I was in pain to. As I stroked his head, I felt relief for the first time since Sundance's passing. I needed someone to help me grieve. He needed someone to help him heal. I adopted him and we began to heal each other.
After about a month, we decided to adopt his shelter buddy Churchill who had spent 2 years of his life at our no kill shelter because he is partially blind. Bo and Churchill are like brothers now. (Bo and Churchill are in the picture)
I know that Sundance was the start of something good. He taught me to look past what others see as "deal breakers" when adopting animals. I now own a tripod and a partially blind cat and I feel so blessed.
I was adopted at birth in 1974. As a child,I always wondered who my "real parents" were. In 1994 and 1998,I got my chance. Unfortunately,they weren't who I was hoping for. In 2010,December,I stopped over to my biological father's house to say hi for the holidays. My step mother had a tiny something in her hand she was trying to show me. At first I thought it was a small stuffed animal and I said "yeah it's cute". All of a sudden,its little head moved! It was a tiny little Yorkshire Terrier/Dachshund mix female named Jasmine! Oh how I fell in love with her instantly! She was so tiny and adorable. Come to find out she was only 6 weeks old,under nourished and needed a mama. Unfortunately,my parents weren't good parents,not even to her. For two months I was over there every day and night taking care of "Jazzy" because they were to lazy to do it. I offered many times to take her home but my step mother had a crying fit each time I mentioned it. By the time "Jazzy" was six months she was energetic and full of life! My father didn't like it apparently. I had received word from their neighbors that he had kicked her in the ribs and thrown her all because she needed to go outside to do her business! I ended up stealing her in the middle of the night and with the help of the vet,turned my parents in for animal abuse. Jazzy is so kind,loyal,and energetic that I couldn't ask for a better dog. She's extremely spoiled and loved here. My best friend and my confidant. There's so much more but I'm only allowed 300 words lol! I can't imagine my life without her!
Six years ago we rescued our sweet shih tzu Josie from a puppy mill where she had been a breeder dog for three years. She was so thin and weak. She didn't know what toys were or how to play with them. It took a week for her to have enough strength to lift her head off my lap. It only took a few month for her to go from 12 to 20 pounds. She has been a wonderful companion to our older dog and my little buddy. If she is not on my lap she is following me wherever I go. Some would say she is spoiled but, I just say she's loved. We are so blessed to have found her!
My wedding anniversary was coming up and I had saved up to buy a WII game system for myself. At the time I fostered Cats for a humane society, there was a transport coming in from New Orleans, it was end of January 2009. I went to meet up and pick up the cats I was to foster; the van they came in had so many dogs, all of us volunteers were walking the dogs around to let them stretch there legs, go potty too. There was this oh so cute little girl in the front seat, I opened the door to let her out, she just looked at me. I picked her up and she was shaking, so I brought her to my truck turned heat on high and held her till she fell asleep. My heart was crying to take her home, but I knew she needed to go thru the process with the humane society and then I could adopt her. I went home that night filled out an application for her and sent it to them, I was told she was not there yet and I told them she was on her way. I received a call on February 8th she would be ready for pick up on the 13th, I told them I would be there on Saturday, February 14th (my anniversary) to pick her up.
On February 14th, My husband asks me were we are going to get the WII from, I told him I changed my mind and I was going to pick Sunshine up today. To my surprise he was completely ok with that. I went alone, they had me sitting in this room waiting for her felt like forever. The manager, I think, comes walking out with her, she ran from him jumped into my lap, the guy just smiled. She loves to cuddle with you on the cough and sleep between my husband and I in bed, and when its hot outside she roasts herself on the black top, jokingly we call be "brown-n-serve". She is the best anniversary gift.
My husband and I had been married for about 3 months before I started to seriously talk about getting a dog. I've had dogs most of my life and missed not having one since I moved to a new town a few years ago. He agreed to look at the puppies available at the local humane shelter and one eventually caught his eye. When he showed me the sad looking, brown and white pit terrier mix called Savannah I had my doubts. The short video of her on the shelter's website didn't help either. Savannah was barely moving in it, being still while her two sisters crawled over her to get to the camera. We decided to go see her in person, and when we did, we knew we wanted to take her home. Apparently Savannah and her sisters had been found in some bushes below a three-story balcony. The shelter workers said they likely fell. They begged us to take all three of the pups, but we sadly only had room for one. Since the day we brought Savannah home our lives have been changed. She's a whirlwind that brings us smiles and laughs along with the usual growing pains. I look at her sometimes and think about that first picture I saw of her with her eyes so sad. Thankfully, I haven't seen that look since we brought her home.
Burt was found at the front door of Animal Aide in a box April 5, 2012. He was taken to Beaver Creek Animal Hospiptal where it was found that he was suffering from the after effects of an old injury. It was our Vet’s opinion that Burt had been shot with a BB gun which shattered the bone in his right front leg. Burt had healed in such a way that he could not put any weight on that leg. The only option for Burt was amputation and since he was only one year old, we felt that he should recover and be able to manage quite well. Burt is an amazingly friendly cat despite his sad past. Burt went to a foster home following his surgery - he adapted so well and ultimately his foster family failed and adopted him! We created a Facebook page to help promote Animal Aide, as well as "special needs" animals. Burt is a happy, bouncey, friendly boy. He brings joy to some many people throughout the world and we hope his story can help inspire others to never give up.
I normally don’t check out the cats for adoption when in PetSmart because I have two perfect felines at home. But for some reason I wandered over to look. All cats were behind the glass enclosure, except for one little black and white one, who was crated outside. As I spoke to her, she looked up, but laid her head back down. Something tugged at my heart right then, so I inquired about her. Six months old, already declawed and had come from a Philadelphia animal shelter where they were so overcrowded with 250+ cats, that cats were in cages placed on top of dog cages. She let me hold her, and she snuggled in. But what was I thinking? I had harmony at home with my cats. Why disrupt that? I was not looking for a cat! So I left. As I walked to my car, I thought about going back but fought the impulse. I had errands to run. Surely if I put a little time and distance between us, I wouldn’t even think about her. Wrong! She was all I thought about as I shopped for groceries. I was obviously not thinking straight. I didn’t want another cat. My two brought me plenty of happiness and laughs. I needed to get her out of my mind.
I drove home with my groceries, ran inside, put only the things that needed refrigeration away, and raced back to PetSmart to get her. I had fallen in love – hook, line and sinker. For two days, she laid on the floor in the sun, letting me pet her. She ate and drank, but had little energy. The vet said she had an upper respiratory infection. Once she felt better, she turned into an energetic young cat who causes commotion occasionally, but meows hello to every visitor, loves her cat tree, and lets me carry her. She’s my helper when I’m doing chores, and she's not even afraid of the vacuum cleaner. I’m so glad I lost my mind that day! She’s my fearless little SuzyQ.