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You won't believe what happened!! Friday, at the shelter some stranger comes, pets me, talking softly and stuffs me in a BOX FROM HELL. Then right in front everyone I had come to love and respect, she whisked me out the door. Little did I know the horrors to come! After hours, we came to a stop. I think it’s Siberia. They let me out and the first thing I did was hide, hide, and hide again. They always found me!! The woman gently drew me out cooing, whispering, smiling. What IS it with my crazy abductor. No matter how stealthy I was, they always found me, and would you believe chuckled like it was joke. I have never been so humiliated!! I’ll get even by stalking and howling all night and even that just amuses them. And the food is sooooo frightening. Treats, canned, dry, slices of bird meat. I eat little and in secret but the bird meat is irresistible, I am such a fool. And drugs, green stuff they call catnip, makes me all funky – I feel so degraded!!! The hardest adjustment is finding a place to sleep but I have found the top of the frig or in the sunshine best. I have to admit it is a joy to look down on the OTHER who resembles me but the mix is all wrong and sleeping with my head hanging over the edge (risky, worth it). But the cruelest of all is what they call me. I was Cappy at Hope for many years and was fine with that but, I had refused to answer to anything. That backfired and now I’m Trevor. Do I look like a Trevor? Sound, feel like a Trevor? NOT!! Please get word back to Hope. Oh and no hurry, sliced bird meat for dinner. I’ll contact you when I just can't handle it anymore. Trevor - more news latter.
So I was driving home from work and it was pouring rain outside. I opened the car door prepared to make the dash to my home when I heard the cry of a kitten. It was so loud I was sure that it must be in the tree right above me. I proceeded to get thoroughly soaked as I searched high and low for this pathetic sounding creature. Just when I was about to give up, my foot bumped against a small rock on the pavement. My apartment parking lot had a river running through it because of the massive amounts of water coming down. I was going to throw it into the bushes when I realized that THIS was the kitten! He was the exact same color of the pavement because he was soaked too. I immediately tucked him into my shirt and ran inside to warm him up.
The area I live in has a ton of feral cats and I'm sure that this was the off-spring of one of them. His mom must have been moving her kittens to a drier place and this little guy got left behind! He was so tiny, probably only a day or two old according to the vet. He even still had his umbilical cord stump still attached. He also had a frozen joint in the right front leg (which I didn't realize til he started walking) so I think mom had to prioritize and this little one was the weakest of her bunch. Lucky for me because he has been the light of my life ever since. His gimpy front paw doesn't slow him down at all! I may have rescued him, but the love he gives has saved me!
Cha Cha came to us in 2007. She was approximately 2 years old and had been surrendered by her owner the day before she gave birth to 6 pups. As soon as the pups were weaned and all spoken for - I inquired about Cha Cha. She had a case of mange but it was quickly managed. She was very skiddish at first and it took some time to win her trust. When she realized she was in a safe and loving environment, she quickly calmed down. She instantly went into mother my other dog Molly who was a year old at the time and took her on as her baby. The two are still inseparable. She's a loving dog that gives many kisses just because and enjoys plenty of "mama" time which includes naps together just the 3 of us. She's just been such a blessing to me. I've had some very long term serious health issues during the past year. Cha Cha seems to sense when I'm not well and sleeps extra close to me. She keeps me nice and warm. I can't imagine not having her as part of our family.
In Spring 2002, I came across an urgent posting in the Pets section of my local Craigslist. The post was asking for donations to help save the life of a dog who had been hit by a train. Apparently they needed $1000 to amputate one of his legs. Well, I wasn't going to get sucked in. No way, no how. But I wanted to see the picture of the dog included with the post, so I scrolled down.
I was wholly unprepared for what I saw. There was a terrified looking young shepherd mix muzzled and laying on a veterinarian's table missing the bottom half of one of his hind legs - it was just broken bone and ligaments and muscles all exposed and shredded. His remaining hind foot was also a mess, looking like a bloody stump.
Needless to say, I donated $50 immediately to the vet hospital where he was at (through the great rescue group Home At Last). An hour later I called to find out if enough money had been donated to save his life. Thankfully, they assured me that the vet had successfully amputated his leg and stitched up his remaining back foot and that the people of Craigslist had come through, donating over $1400 towards his care! Now, he was quietly recovering and awaiting a foster family to be chosen for him. Then I was asked the fateful question: "Do you want to apply to foster Trigger?"
"Sure," I replied. And you know how that turned out, right?
Trigger turned 11 this July and is finally slowing down after living a full life of adventure as our only child. People are surprised to learn he's a tripod as he's never acted any different than any other dog. Only recently have his favorite activities (chasing after tennis balls, going jogging with my husband, and swimming) become challenging for him. He's inspired so many over the years and is the best pet I've ever had. I'm so lucky I've gotten to provide him a loving home for life.
Momma loves you Trigger!
I moved into a new house, sight unseen. The day I opened the door ,my Life changed forever. In this house was 119 cats and kittens, 22 pregnant female cats, 3 dogs and 27 dead animals. Now I have been here 3 years and still havent moved myself in! I found homes for ALL but 9 of the orignial cats/kittens. Some are special need and will remain with me for life. My cats were much older when I arrived ,sadly Momma Cass passed away last summer at age 28. I still have Rocky Bockins who is now 26 years old and he loves the little ones! Together we find warm,loving caring furever homes for these precious little lives! Every day I get feral cats and kittens dropped off and regardless of my income I get them vet care, feed them and take great care of them. They have given me a reason to get up each day. I do this on my own without donations except for a dear friend who sends us 75$ each month for food. Will I ever get too move in? Will I ever get this house fixed to where its a home? Will I ever get the damage fixed? Who knows. Taking care of these precious wee ones is my main goal. I give every single kitty love and one on one attention each day and night. I have 37 here right now and 13 are permanent residents. You can see their pictures on facebook at MicroCatManor. The love they give and the love I get and give makes it al lworth it to me. and If I never get a chance to move in then thats ok too . Love and life is precious and these sweeties need me as much as I need them. Even my german shepherd dog adores ALL her kitties and would protect them with her life.. We have love, we have food,we have a roof, we have each other. We are good.
I have a few outdoor cats. The mother cat is semi-feral but most of her kittens are not. We try to get them spayed/neutered if we can catch them So far there are 2 that are impossible to catch. One of the litters had Boo in it. She was about 4 months old when I found her so sick. I was leaving for work and noticed as I was pulling out of the driveway, that there was a little black kitten under the car. I had started the car & moved down the driveway and she never moved except to turn her head & look at me. Well, I took her with me and stopped at the vet's office that we take the Squatters (our nickname for our 'feral' cats) for spaying/neutering. I asked if they could possibly see her even if it was between other patients. They did. When I came back to pick her up, she had won the whole office over. The assistant was holding her baby-style while she did her filing. I called my parents to have them pick her up as I had to go back to work. In the meantime, Boo came with me to work where there too, she won everybody over. We had to keep her inside for the duration of the antibiotics. After 3 days of caring for her, etc. she had a forever home. She is such a character.She's so very social. She's at hit at the vet's office. Every time we take her in they take her for weighing and I her "I've got Boooo!" and they fawn all over her. No one can believe this little social butterfly was born of a feral mother. I think she's the best cat I've ever had. Boo is now a year and a half old. I'm so glad I found her that day under my car. It's been great for her and the entire family.
One cold winter day before Christmas 2 years ago, I saw what looked like a very thin wolf on our property. I noticed he was limping badly and was very thin. Next time I saw him I put out food and water, hoping he'd find it. A few minutes later I was surprised to see him eating and drinking voraciously! After he left, I put out more food and bedding for him in case he came back. In the morning it was clear he'd slept there, and eaten all the food.
He stayed a second night, and did what I thought was a most beautiful thing. Through the window, I saw him point his nose in the air and howl, all while turning his head from east to west. It was mournful and very moving. He stayed for three days, always at a distance, and I was careful not to startle him in any way. Then he disappeared.
2 weeks later he showed up at my back door, standing there looking at me through the glass. He stayed while I put food down, so I got a good look at him and saw he was a very tall, thin, full blooded German Shepherd. Skinny and sore from what I assumed was a nomadic life, searching for food and shelter for who knew how long.
We introduce him to our dogs, got him to the vet for an exam, shots, etc. And instead of giving him to a German Shepherd rescue organization as planned, (we already had 3 dogs!) we of course fell in love with our wolf and kept him. He's become a precious part of our family, proving to be loyal, protective, loving and grateful. We can't imagine our life without him now.
We call him Walker.
I had just finished reading a police report about a boy who set the family Basset Hound on fire. After spending the day crying I decided I would go to the high kill shelter in the county and pick out a life that was in jeopardy. Bella was on the last page so her time was close to 'up". When I got to the shelter they brought out an underfed, homely, wire like hair , covered in 1/4 inch sized fleas and scared little girl. She was not cute and cuddly or warm and friendly - I knew no one else would save her. When I said I'd take her the look on the shelter attendant was obvious. Why would I pick such a creature when there were lots of cute dogs to pick? Because I needed her and she needed me.
A year later and her fur is soft, she climbs under the covers with me, she's warm and gentle. Still homely, but she makes up for it with cute antics. She's the heart of our family now and happy.
7 years ago, my husband found a litter of puppies that had been dumped in the parking lot where he worked. There were a total of 5 puppies. Very skinny, small and malnourished. Who knows how long they had been out there on their own. They brought the puppies in and each puppy was taken by an employee. My husband chose this one. He took her to the vet on his way home and in the car she threw up from the motion sickness, I guess. It was all sticks and trash. No food. Poor thing! She was so skinny we were worried she wouldn't make it. For the first couple months we had her we had to measure out her water, because if we left a bowl of water, she would drink the entire thing and then obviously, being a puppy, she would then pee everywhere. I realized that because when she was out there in the "wild", she didn't have a constant source of water. So whenever she saw water, she would drink it all. Over time, she learned that the water would always be there.
She is a Pitbull mix and we absolutely love her. She is the sweetest and most gentlest dog we have ever had. As a result of adopting her, I became very involved in animal rescue here where we live in Houston. Trying to save as many dogs as we can and educate about spaying and neutering!
It was a year ago today that we noticed someone had dumped 3 small dogs in the yard where I work. There were 2 small, very young puppies who we found homes for and a small, ragged looking older dog. The older dog had a limp and a sad demeanor, but the look in his eyes told me he needed me. He was very stand offish for a few days, barked at us when we tried to approach him so we put food out each day until we could figure out what to do. We searched for signs in the local neighborhood and Craigslist just in case someone was missing these babies. After a few days, it was obvious we needed to do something for fear the dogs would get run over...I work for a trucking company. So with my husband gone for the weekend, I loaded up this little fellow and took him home. He was filthy from the rain and mud, unsure of me and I knew my husband would be upset, but I was determined he was meant to be mine. I took him to the vet the very next day where they asked me his name and I just said Buddy because I had no idea, it was happening very fast. Luckily when my husband came home, he fell in love with him as well. That's when Boudreaux as a name was introduced and he became an integral part of our family, we absolutely love this dog...he was meant to be mine!