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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.
In the year of 2009 I was going through a really tough time. I had lost my job, my dog had just died, my roommates were threatening to kick me out for not being able to pay rent so I started drinking and doing drugs to kill the heartache. I was even thinking of suicide, when my roommate asked if I wanted to go to the pound with him and his family to get his dog's chip switched over. I got bored and decided to go looking through the cages. I was not planning on getting a dog but when I saw his handsome face I fell in love. I knew I didn't need another dog but it was like as if when we saw each other we were connected by the heart. I had just enough to get him and I do mean just enough. come to find out he had a pretty tough life also. he had been beaten, half starved then left tied to the dog shelter's door on christmas eve with a note telling when he had been left and why he was being left. the lady got sick of her husband beating him so she gave him up. the shelter fell in love with him and only because of that had they kept him for longer than they were supposed to, finally after two months of being in the shelter the kennels were getting full so they had to put him on "the list" the day after I went in was the day he was supposed to be put down. so in a way he saved my life as much as I saved his. we have not been apart since that day and I never want to, not till the day he takes his last breath which I hope is not for a long time. people keep saying I need to get rid of him in order to have a full life but I would rather be poor and living on the streets then live a life without him.
I have always had family pets. But as soon as I was old enough and out on my own I knew I wanted a baby of my own... So the search began. I went to our local animal shelter and a puppy picked me. Unfourtanley before I got to bring her home she got very sick and didn't make it. I decided then that maybe it just wasn't time. The ladies wanted me to check out another dog I was very hesitant but I did. I went to the back and there she was looking at me with pitiful eyes. I was told she just had surgery on her eyes due to her previous owners had abused her so badly. Anyhow I picked her up and she wrapped her little paws around my neck as though she was hugging me and thanking me for choosing her... She's definetly a MAMAS girl and I wouldn't have her any other way.... She's truly my angel!! She is the love of my life.. She loves to go for rides and walks. But she does not like anyone who wears a ball cap so I assume the meanies who had her before me must have worn them when they abused her.... She is in a safe loving home now!! With all the love attention and toys her heart desires!
After losing my Siamese boy Caspian just after Halloween 2012, the house felt too empty. Even with my other beloved fur babies around, it just felt wrong. Even the dogs, who were certainly not the biggest cat lovers, seemed upset. That was how I knew we needed another fiesty little kitty around, and I knew it was going to be one who needed a home. I searched through the websites of every shelter in the area, looking for the cat that I would just fall in love with. I wanted to rescue all of them, but I knew if I was going to pick just one it had to be the perfect one. On the morning of November 12, I found Maya (then Poppy) on the website of a shelter in the next county over. She was only 3 months old, had been abandoned, and I had to see her. When I arrived, I made a beeline for the kittens in the lobby. They were all jumping around, wanting to play, but I wanted the tiny little scrap of fluff huddled in the back corner. After I coaxed her out and picked her up, she started purring and clung to me, looking up at me with these giant golden eyes. From that instant she was mine.
She was terrified of coming out of the cardboard carrier when we got home; she spent the first week hiding in it. I named her Maya after an entire day of thinking. I don't know why, but Poppy didn't suit her and Maya just did. Over the next month she slowly came out of her shell, and turned into the sweetest little troublemaker I've ever met. She and my 8-year-old tortie Isy are now best friends (bottom right picture is Isy grooming Maya). Maya is still terrified of strangers but she adores everybody once she gets to know them, and they all adore her.
1 year later and I couldn't imagine life without my Maya Bug.
My best friend Tiny was our neighbor, she was outside all during the cold winters we had. She was not taken good care of she would run out of the yard and everything. So our neighbor got a chain and tied her in the yard I would feed her give her fresh water every day. I bought a leash and taught her how to walk with it,she was scared at first but boy did not take her long to get used to it and demand a walk twice a day.
Our neighbor was moving to North Carolina and I ask what is going to happened to Tiny he looked at me and said she is coming to live with you if that is ok.
The first day she got a grooming and she was a whole different dog,the neighbors did not even know her. She was a Jack Russell and I had her for 3 years.
Tiny passed away on April 3 2011 and it just broke my heart I will never forget her. She brought us so much happiness and she was so happy living with us a warm little bed and I would cover her up every night.
We have no human kids, but my furry little ones are my precious kids, and I would not trade them for anything in the world.
Baby Mickey was discarded as trash, along with his two other siblings, a friend of mine retrieved them from the place where they were slowly dying, and placed them in my arms. I ended up keeping the one with the largest amount of fleas and the biggest ticks.
He was so tiny back then that he looked like a mouse. I would take him to my mom's for a 24 hour intensive care while I was at work, Mickey was very sick and one morning he almost died in my arms, as he was so dehidrated. I refused to accept his fate after all the care and trouble to try to save him and imposed my will, with the help of God, quickly forcing fluids down his throat.
Mickey came back to life that day, he started eating, all of the sudden, exclusively roast chicken, and well, five years later he has not stopped yet!
We thank the day that he came into our life, my chubby bed warmer, rotten spoiled precious kid.
The moment I stepped out the door of the school where I teach, I heard the plaintive cry of a cat in distress. I looked around and saw a small orange cat hunkered down under a car, meowing for all she was worth. I called to her, but she disappeared behind a classroom trailer. I sighed and said a silent prayer for her. It was January 24, 2013. An ice storm was in the forecast that night; a bitter wind was blowing and there was an iciness to the air. I turned my attention to supervising the students being dismissed at that moment. As parents picked up their children, I saw the little cat reappear and make a large circle around me, walking up to the side of the building to what remained of a patch of sunlight, about ten feet from where I stood, huddling up against the warmth of the brick. As soon as all the students were gone, I went over and picked up this little cat. She immediately scrambled up my coat, snuggling herself in my neck. She was filthy dirty and shaking. I was horrified at her condition. Her jaw was crooked, and she had a wound under her left eye. Bald patches on her front legs oozed blood and fluid, and she was infested with fleas. Her breath reeked of infection. A vet exam revealed that although she was only 3 1/2 pounds, what I thought was a kitten was actually an adult cat. Her jaw had been broken, probably from being hit by a car. The infection from an abscessed tooth had bubbled up and drained through her face, causing the wound. Faith never gave up, remaining affectionate and loving throughout her entire recovery. Today she is a happy girl. She greets everyone who comes into the house. She "hums" as she plays, and she's always ready to give love to me or my other cats. Her crooked jaw is her most endearing feature. She came into my life at just the right time - I didn't rescue her, she rescued me!
Charlie was found wandering a neighborhood and was taken in by a generous foster family who cared for him until I discovered his handsome face on Pet finder. He fits right in with our 2 rescued boxers and male cat (well, maybe that cat is still a little standoffish at times!). We're thrilled to be able to help another animal enjoy the rest of their life with us!