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I had been wanting a dog for years and finally got to a point where I decided it needed to happen. I'd been scouring the rescue sites for months looking for just the right one. There were several potential adoptions that didn't work out for various reasons and I had to keep reminding myself that when it finally happened, it would be the perfect match.
One morning I checked all the standard rescue and shelter websites with no new outcomes. That same afternoon my friend who knew I was hoping to adopt sent me a message with "Coco"'s picture. I immediately fell in love.
My supervisor let me leave work early to go meet him but by the time I got there they were closing. The lady behind the desk was kind enough to let me meet him and have a quick visit. He was sleeping while all the other dogs went crazy when I walked in the room. He was dirty, sad, and looked so small.
I knew he was special and I was amazed when that Saturday, 2 days later, he was still at the shelter. I spent over an hour with him, getting to know him and coming to terms with the fact that it was becoming a reality. Having never owned a dog before, I had no real concept of what was entailed and was nervous that I was biting off more than I could chew. Finally, I made the decision to take him home with me.
It was the best choice I've ever made.
He has blossomed into a confident and healthy boy, friendly with dogs and people alike. Aside from his initial fear of elevators and stairwells, which he has overcome beautifully, it has been such an easy transition for us both. It really is the perfect match.
Carter (no longer Coco) has brought me so much joy in the last 6 months, I can't imagine my life without him. I remind him every day how much I love him and tell him how handsome he is.
I'm so thankful he picked me.
We already had three cats. I liked to go to shelters to give the cats and dogs some attention. I fell in love with a Tortie kitten. I told the volunteer who was there that if no one else adopted her within two weeks, I was interested. I left my contact information. I returned two weeks later and she wasn't there. I was glad for the cat and her new family. However, I felt so disappointed that it wasn't me adopting her. I was kicking myself for not just adopting her when I had the chance. A few weeks later I visited the shelter again and asked about her in passing. I learned that she was sick with Feline Viral Respiratory Disease and at a foster home. I asked to be updated. I kept dropping in and about two months later learned that the cat was at a sister shelter. I drove there and promptly adopted her before anything else could happen. When I got her home and took off the collar she had been wearing at the shelter, I found that she had ringworm. I kept her separated from my other cats and treated the condition. It took awhile but we beat it and now she is an integral part of the family.
In 2011 my boyfriend and I decided that we wanted a kitty. We looked online and in the local paper for what seemed like forever. Finally we found this animal welfare organization and decided to give it a try. When we got there, there were hundreds of cats of all ages and colors and breeds. We made our way to the last room and when we walked in, Shiloh ( she's the grey kitty in the pic ) jumped on my boyfriend's shoulder and it was right then that we knew we wanted her. She had come from a home of a cat hoarder and was abused. So although she was friendly, she was also leery of strangers.
When we finally brought her home, she was sick and in pretty bad shape. We took her to our vet and he discovered that she had a botched spaying and had intestinal problems. After a few surgeries and lots of love later, she is now our princess and is the happiest baby.
She was worth the wait to find her and even more worth the love we give her. She is very attached to us and meows at us anytime one or both of us leave the house. But it's fine by me because I know that's her way of showing us that she loves us too !
When I moved to TN, I decided I wanted a dog of my own. I moved with my brother, his wife and their 120 pd rottie. I looked solid for a couple months, knowing I wanted to adopt one from a shelter, my parents have two rescue dogs and these dogs need love the most!! I found two dogs I liked, they both had health issues I just couldn't afford to take on, so I decided to walk around and look at all the dogs. There were two that caught my eye. I had them bring both out, but only Sassy listened to me and was showing me attention. Sassy wagged her whole body at me with a curled lip smile and I just knew I had to know her better. She really did pick me. All I know is she was turned in by the owner and she was not even a year and a half old yet, but looked like she had puppies.
She is a pit/lab mix (about 50 pds) and is the sweetest dog you could ever meet! She just wants love and to give lots of kisses. She has a huge "licker" problem that I am trying to tame down some!. She's excellent around children and other dogs. I have not seen an aggressive bone on her body yet, and I've had her over a year. She just wants to play and have fun, and trust me, she keeps her rottie cousin on his toes!!! But they love each other to pieces.
I can't take her when I go stay at my boyfriend's, so she's here with her aunt and cousin. However, when I come home, she still does that whole body wag and curled lip smile for me, runs and jumps onto my bed for "snuggle" (one of her favorite words!) time.
And, yes, Sassy is the name she had at the shelter. I couldn't change it! She's so much like her momma! LOL
Someone found my 2 furbabies at the dump and brought them to me. They were cold and wet, and not overly happy about being taken away from what they have always known. I will assume they were born there, as they were about 10 weeks old. Angel was a long haired "blonde" and Lucky a long haired black and white. Angel was a bit wild and wouldn't come around us at all. Lucky was friendlier, but Angel wouldn't let us near him. After a few days, Angel got used to us and as soon as I could, I took them both to the vet , had them checked out, needles and neutered. Angel died at 2 years old, but Lucky is still with us happily. He is 13 years old and a very happy, friendly cat. His name reflects his life and I am so happy to have him in mine.
I work part-time for a Veterinary Clinic.This Kitten was thrown from a moving car along with a sibling. One of our clients happened to be behind the woman dumping the kittens. She was successful in rescuing Bruce, but unfortunately was too late for the sibling. There are many avenues to "dispose" of unwanted animals, shelters, rescue groups, vet clinics, just to name a few. There are also agencies to rescue feral animals. Our clinic fostering Bruce. I bottle fed him for a few weeks and now he is thriving! He is now ready for his forever home. Please pass this message on so maybe Bruce's plight won't happen again.
As with a lot of rescues, I had no intention of rescuing my Faith 11 years ago. I was getting my hair done when a hairdresser brought in photos of a litter of puppies that were abandoned in a dumpster at a local grocery store. They were taken to a local animal hospital in town. I looked at the photos with absolutely no intention of acquiring a puppy. I was in the process of selling my home and the timing was less than perfect. The hairdresser who had taken in two of the seven pups was passionate and by the end of the day, I was at the animal hospital watching puppies being puppies. Faith sat there calmly as her siblings climbed right over her. She was My Puppy instantly. I signed for her, took her home and eleven years later she is still my puppy. I may have rescued her that day but Faith saved me. As she nears the end of her life's journey, I am very thankful for God blessing me with a best friend as faithful as Faith!
Cody took my heart and wrapped it around his paws 9 years ago. The day I met Cody I was doing volunteer time at a veterinarians office. I remember walking in and hearing the most pitiful cry. Before I ever saw him I asked the tech who was there, what was up with the sad sounding puppy. She said "That's Cody, he was abandoned here by his owners after they refused to pay his medical bills and he is going to the pound tomorrow where he will most likely be put to sleep". After hearing that he had been there for over two weeks and was extremely ill after having 2 surgeries to fix his trachea that had been collapsed due to abuse from his "owner", I had to meet him. I remember walking into the back room and seeing the cutest, saddest looking little pup I had ever laid eyes on. I knew right then and there that I was going to take him home with me. Since that day my Cody has been through so much with me. He sat by my side for four days while I fought to save the life of my TB that I had rescued. Unfortunately he was a very sick horse and I had to have him put to sleep, but Cody was there to comfort me. He was there when I found out that my mare had been struck by lightening and died. He was there for me through my grandfather passing away, and has been with me through some of the happiest times in my life as well, including bringing Martin, his Lab brother home, me getting married, and most recently adopting Salem, who's story is posted on here as well. Cody is my heart and soul. He has been my shoulder to cry on and a barrel of love and laughs as well. I can not imagine my life without him, nor do I ever want to. Mommy loves you Cody. You are and always will be my baby, my mushy face, My Cody Bear.
Having gone through two heartbreaks of losing two dogs within a few months of each other I did not think I was ready for another dog yet. However one of the adoption experts at the local humane society called and said I have the perfect bulldog for you. I hesitated at first but agreed to come meet her since at the very least I knew a lot of bulldog people that I could tell about her.
Arriving on a busy Sunday I was told go outside and I will bring Adrianne to you from the outside so she does not attract too much attention in the lobby. So I went out and leaned against a column to wait. THe next thing I knew I had a lapfull of English Bulldog giving me wonderful kisses and knew I had been picked.
Adrianne and I went everywhere we could together. We did the Walk for Animals benefitting the humane society and even won the owner pet lookalike contest.We had a great life together.
Unfortunately Adrianne was diagnoised with lymphoma and has since gone to the Rainbow Bridge. While our two and a half years together was much too short I would not trade the time we had for any amount of money. She really rescued me rather than me her because she taught me to love again and I only hope that others can learn from this that it is ok to adopt soon after losing a pet because there are animals needing your love and to love you and it is not betraying your late friend to do so;
I will adopt again in time and I know that Adrianne will know that it has not deminished my love her.The new dog will know that I love him or her for who they are and not comparing them to any other that has touched my life.
I miss you little girl. I will always hold you in my heart.Thanks for picking me to be your dad.
Whisper (the tabby) and Ty (the black one) were litter-mates. They were originally barncats, and would have been given to the shelter, had not my college roomie and I gone and picked them up. Whisper was mine, Ty was my roomies, and they were the sweetest little bundles of fur. I loved my Whisper cat -- he couldn't seem to meow very well, and though everything in the world scared him, he was terribly sweet. Unfortunately, when getting them fixed, both came back FIV positive. The vet asked us if we wished to simply put them down. I was absolutely appalled! While I knew Whisper might not have a very long life, at the time, he was doing well, was healthy, and still just a kitten. I refused. I knew that I would love this cat and give him as happy a life as he could possibly have, for as long as I could. I spoiled him rotten! Unfortunately, Whisper did not make it longer than a year and a half. That following late December, he got sick due to his FIV, and started having heart failure. I had no choice but to put him down on Christmas Eve. Ty, strangely enough, died a week later, also from FIV complications, though at that point the two had been separated after I'd moved out of state, post college. Though Whisper and Ty did not have long lives, they were the most precious cats. I implore people to please, if possible, consider making pets of those cats who might not be in the best health, or might be FIV positive. Certainly, do so responsibly, by making sure the cats don't spread the illness, but please don't disregard giving them a loving home. They need all the love they can get, especially with a compromised lifespan. Whisper was the sweetest baby, and I miss him everyday. I lost him too young, but at least I know that instead of being put down by a vet immediately, I was able to gave him a lovely year and a half of life.