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Meet Presley Jade! (if you were standing here she would shake your hand... she loves to "shake") here is her story:
A friend of mine was sitting in car trying to pass time, while sitting there she noticed a man carrying a tiny puppy into the woods. She thought this was strange so of course she waited there longer to see if the man would return and he did, but this time something was missing... the puppy. Worried she jumped out of her car when the man was much further down the road, she went looking for what this man must have thought was just "trash", something disposable, like a cup you throw out your window when you think nobody’s looking! She searched and searched and then to her surprise she found this little baby, not even old enough to be away from momma! Little did that puppy know, what was meant to be the worst day of her life, just left to die ended up being one of the best! That's where I come in! Scrolling through my Facebook page i see this sweet little face on my Newsfeed, i feel in love immediately and knew i had to have her! I adore this little girl, and treat her as if she is my actual child.... because she is isn’t she!? ;) She lives the life of a pure princess, and i can honestly say.... she rescued me! <3
After losing our dear corgi after nine years, I was hesitant to follow my kids' advice and get another dog. Our area Rescue League was having an adoption special weekend and we were going "just to look" as I was still getting over our loss. A lovely girl caught my eye; she was a stray brought in from another shelter and little was known about her except she had a fear of doors. The staff thought she was about 10-12 months old; a Shepard/beagle mix. We went to the meet & greet room with her where she had to be carried in (the door thing!) and she initially cowered but I sat on the floor with her & she put her nose on my shoulder & then my husband's knee. Her tail began to wag like crazy and she jumped on the bench in the room and sat between the two of us. She'd won us over! I went to the ladies room to say a quick prayer to the girl we'd lost & knew we had to take this new girl home. My husband said another family was interested in meeting her so I grabbed the paper work from her kennel and home with us she went. We went to obedience classes and she proved to be smart & eager to please. No longer afraid of doors and loves everyone she meets! She's a great cuddler and one of her favorite places is your lap. She proved to be a perfect fit for us; her affectionate, playful personality proves we are a perfect fit for her, too. I encourage everyone to consider a rescue dog.
In the cornfield Aug 21 came a black kitten CRYING,with a tail just sailing. Neighbours saw her , came running TO TELL US... we brought her in. Forever ! Scamper has a nick name ---Scamper Doodle Dandy, born July 4th, with a feather tail waving !!!
My husband is in the Australian Army & has done two overseas deployments.We found out at 50,he had Aspergers.I'd wanted dogs but he ' didn't like dogs ' & of course I know now,there is a very important educational book on autism called' All cats have Aspergers ' for a reason.
When we met in 2000(we'd both been married before)he was recovering from the loss of his beloved Burmese, Hannibal - who had died accidentally the day his ex-wife kicked them (both) out of their house.At a new location, Hannibal bolted in a panic & jumped a fence - right into the arms of 3 waiting dogs. Hannibal died.Something Hubby still blames himself for to this day.
Enter me with 2 kids,7 & 9 with a huge orange tabby called Tigger(named by my daughter)that had followed me home from the train station in 1998 & a tiny ginger female called Rexie(named by my son)who was ' given away 'by some sill people who didn't spay their cat & didn't care their poor cat kept having litters.I took Rexie but made an effort to educate them-which I think fell on deaf ears.
It was on hubby's second tour overseas, Rexie died.She was found by our neighbor in the vacant lot across the road looking like she was just snoozing in the sun.The kids and I were devastated & with hubby overseas-my ex husband very kindly took burial detail.
My nephew(who lived in a granny flat at the back of my sister's home)had rescued a feisty grey & black golden eyed kitten from a drain.Fearing his mum's disapproval, Pussy took up secret residence in my nephew's granny flat-until the discovery his father was fatally allergic to cats meant Pussy had to have her marching orders.
So I took in poor Pussy ( who wouldn't be re-named ).Pussy was fairly unstable,given she'd spent her formative years in the bedroom of an adolescent boy!
Then we were posted to tropical Darwin.
Feisty Pussy took the trip in her stride but gentle giant Tigger hid under the dining room table for 18 months.
The day I took geriatric Pussy and Tigger to their first yearly needles in Darwin; 2 became 4. I went in to the vet. I didn't see the kitten display case of the rescue kittens in the corner. I've trained myself over the years not to see those things because I know what I'm like. Hubby waited in the foyer. I came out and Hubby had THAT LOOK and 2 black identical cats in the palms of his hands. The black cats with the question mark tails became General Montgomery ( Monty ) and Cleopatra and 2 became 4.
A couple of years later we had decided we quite enjoyed black cats but were content to stop at 4 rescues! When I saw a black cat on the Darwin RSPCA site on Face Book. We decided to go have a look - JUST A LOOK. I suppose having cat man and the mad cat lady go to the RSPCA cat shelter was asking for trouble. Ironically we didn't leave with the cat we saw but a quiet little black male who was hiding around the corner. I cried buckets leaving the shelter even though I had now named Socrates ( or Socky ) in my lap. I'm no fool - I know the outlook for most of the guys we patted and played with that we left behind that day.
So we reached 5 cats. All rescues. All with their own personalities and issues ; Tigger now has diabetes and gets insulin twice a day and put everyone on a healthy cat diet and feeding routine. Socrates though our baby and newest has FLUTD but he's in good hands. Siblings Monty and Cleo sleep in the sun and climb their cat trees daily and feisty Pussy who had to fight to survive early life in a drain, will probably outlive them all.
But as my poor girl friend wailed as she heard news of our getting Socrates " Five is almost half a dozen! Don't do it "
But we did & don't regret it for a moment.
Dini spent the first 3 years of her life as #35, not even given a name. She was rescued in New Mexico from a puppy mill where she had given birth to many pups in her short life. She spent almost a year being fostered in several locations. Finally she made it to Portland Oregon where I discovered her at an adoption event at the local Pet Smart store. When I first saw her she was being held by a little girl who told me "she is the BEST dog of ALL the dogs here!" I thought she was adopting Dini. But she handed Dini to me and told me that she already had a new dog. After holding her for 3 minutes I knew she had to come home with me. We've had a rough couple of years of adjustment. But we're made for each other and cling to each other through thick and thin. Her name is Houdini (Dini for short) because of all the times she's escaped from everything I've tried to put her in! Guess we're stuck with each other for life.... :) I didn't know how rough life was going to be for me so soon after I got Dini, but without her I never would have made it through these difficult times. Her unconditional love sustains me. If I had been through what she's been through I don't think I'd be as loving as she is. She is the friendliest dog I've ever seen, loves strangers, children, cats, dogs, EVERYONE. I take her to the Assisted Living Facility where my parents live and the joy she brings to the seniors there is amazing. They snuggle and cuddle her with their eyes closed and she soaks it up. Her sweet disposition and happy little face would never give anyone a clue that she had a rough beginning. Thank you Lord for giving me a faithful companion.
15 years ago, on a very cold January day, my Louie walked into the middle of a street and collapsed, just too cold, too weak to continue life. A friend saw Lou and picked him up, took him to his car and drove to McDonalds where Lou downed 2 burgers.
That evening I got a call from him asking if I would like a kitten. My last cat crossed the rainbow bridge earlier that Sept. I went to meet this little guy and fell in love instantly. He was so small I thought he was maybe 8 weeks old. Later that week I took him to my vet and found out he was 6 months. He had a frostbitten nose, ears and all 4 paws. His paws were infected, with dirt and salt caked in them. My vet asked me to leave him so that he could clean them. My vet stayed that night to do the surgery.
I picked him up the next day with all arms and legs wrapped. I had to take him to his litter box every couple hours and bring his food and water to him. For 10 weeks we went back/forth to the vet. During this time he was able to gain weight.
After 10 weeks his paws were healed as were his ears and nose. One night I saw him playing with something. It was the end of his tail. His tail had been broken and that night it fell off. Ewww!
Today he is a very healthy 15 yo with a 10 yo brother. They cuddle and chase each other. And when I sit down at the end of the day they snuggle up with me.
Lou is fortunate my friend just happened to be there at the moment he collapsed. And so am I. I could not imagine my life without him in it.
12 years ago I lost my 1st "kiddy", Chaser, to cancer. I was devastated. I started volunteering at a shelter where I saw a cat named Casey. I recalled how I used to call Chaser "Chasey" & I thought, Chaser...Chasey...Casey. I decided if I ever saw another cat that looked like Chaser that I'd adopt him & name him Casey. Little did I know that just 2 weeks later I'd find him! I looked at him from 2 ft away, through glass & said out loud, "Oh my God! Are you my Casey?" I know he couldn't have heard me, but unbelievable, he MEOWED back at me! I started sobbing. I knew right then that I was taking him home. What I didn't know is how we would end up rescuing each other. I started having some health issues before I even found Casey, but there was something so special about him, his intuition & lovability, that I took him to be evaluated for a pet therapy program. He passed with flying colors...neon colors, at that! As my health declined we had to slow down. I started spiking dangerously high fevers at night. It didn't take long for Casey to pick up on this. For 12 years now, every time I get a fever while I'm asleep, he will do whatever he can (lick my face, nip my hands, lay on my head, etc.) to wake me up. I know, without doubt, that he's saved my life many times over by now. Every morning & night I wake & sleep to him in my face purring. If not for my 2nd "kiddy" I would not be here to tell our story. Rescues KNOW when you save them & they pay you back in kind every time!
In 2010, I married the love of my life...who happened to be a firefighter. His shifts kept him away from home much of the time during our first two years of marriage, so after we got engaged, I decided I needed a kitty to keep me company. More specifically, I needed an orange kitty.
A few months before the wedding, I was having a difficult day, so my husband took me to the local Petsmart to look for my orange cat. Dobby, who didn't even have a name on his cage (just numbers), was there from a local kill shelter. He was underweight with raggedy fur, a blind eye, and a partially torn ear. The look on his face said "I'm just sure no one wants me." He hung out in the back his cage with his head low, barely looking at anyone who passed by. I had to have him! The next day, we brought him home, where his affinity for socks and initially timid demeanor earned him the name Dobby. When we first brought him home, he hid for days. Slowly, very slowly, he grew to love and accept his new people. He has come a long way since then, and now the cat who would barely look at anyone greets our guests and says hello to everybody!
I didn't want another cat. We'd had to rehome our last cat due to the fact our landlords started renovating and she had stress related incontinence and there was nothing we could do despite numerous vets visits.
We then got moved (building got condemed) and moved into a house.
2 weeks after we moved my friend called me from her work in tears. Her workmates cat had had kittens and there was no home for the little black 'girl'.
After much convincing of my husband, including help from my eldest daughter we went to look at the kitten.
'she' was tiny, the runt of the litter. Hubby agreed and we took the kitten home.
Fast forward a week and whilst cleaning the litter tray i found worms. We also found fleas. So cue a visit to the vets again and we got 'her' treated.
Fast forward another 2 months and one day Sooty rolled over. To show us and impressive pair.
He was a boy after all!
My boy is so loving and affectionate, he sleeps with me at night. He is the perfect play mate to my 2 year old who adores him and calls him 'My kitty!'
He sits at the kitchen window waiting for me to come home when i'm out. Black cats are not unlucky!