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I am 28 years old and as long as I can remember we have always had cats ALL of them have been rescue or SPCA cats that need good loving homes because this is just the right thing to do as far as my family and I are concerned.
So about a year ago this Christmas my parents and I went to the Abbotsford SPCA and talked to the manager Jodi who has known of us since we have adopted another cat that my parents currently have his name is shadow and he is a loving black kitty............ but I had been living alone and desperately wanted a furry friend that I could spoiled when I went in the back room it was so hard to choose just one because there are so many that need a loving home but, one stood out to me he was big and grey white a white fluffy belly he had just come in awhile ago and had some health problems and Jodi had approved me to adopt my new cat of 2 years old but had said that I could leave him there until he was done some follow up treatments but, I fell in love with him and took him home that second I took him to a vet and got him all better and ever since he has been the sunshine in my life and my best friend I love "Jingles" with all my heart and would do anything to keep him safe and well and happy this year it will be our second Christmas together and many more to come after this
So please help a pet in need or adopt a pet from a shelter or SPCA's the pets there need us they need to be loved if you cant have a pet please support your local SPCA's or shelters to be as happy as I am today thank you
When I moved into my home in March 2013, Dixie (German-Shepherd/Bull mastiff mix) lived in a pen outside next door. She was always barking, and when I adopted my Danny-Boy (also a rescue), she would foam at the mouth and try to chew through her fence to get to him. I noticed her owners hardly ever fed or watered her, so with their permission, I started feeding her myself. After a few weeks, Danny-Boy would get down into his play stance (we all know this stance when they have their chest on the ground and butt up in the air) and dart around her fence with her chasing him. I asked the owner's permission to play with her, and to teach her basic obedience. She loved it. Eventually, I ended up talking the owner into giving her to me. "You don't feed her, you don't play with her, and you don't care for her. Let me give her what you can't give her." To my relief, my neighbor gave her up without a fight. I took her in with the intent to place her in a good home, but my live-in boyfriend had her housebroken within a matter of days. It has been almost 4 months now, and I can let her out into the backyard to run and play without a tie-out because she comes on command every single time. She's so thankful to have a warm place to sleep at night and now that she's figured out how to jump up on our bed, it seems as if she's afraid to let us out of her sight sometimes. We are humbled to witness such a transformation and to know that we are the reason why she is super happy today. Dixie is the tan and black dog in the picture. Danny-Boy is the smaller tan one. Both are rescues. Both are incredibly loved.
While driving home in October I approached what looked like a peice of paper . As I drove by I thought I saw wings move. I went back to explore closer. I saw a little bird laying on it's back in the street. I felt so sorry for it because it was still alive but couldn't flip off of it's back. I didn't want it to get run over or eaten by an animal. It didn't appear hurt but couldn't fly, I wanted it to die in peace if it was going to die. I got a piece of paper, scooped up the bird, placed it right side up in a little box with a lid in my trunk and took it home not knowing what to do. Once home, I picked the bird up and he still wasn't able to fly. When I saw it panting I gave it a few drops of water from a spoon. There was a small empty terarium on my deck, so I decided to put the bird inside with some water and cracker crumbs until I could buy bird seed. I wanted to keep it inside but I have a cat!! After placing the bird righside up in the terarium, I Googled to find out what type of bird it was and found it was a House Wren. Before leaving to get the bird seed I prayed that the bird would improve or live until I got back. I went out to check the bird once more before leaving. It started flapping it's wings and before I could catch it, it flew out of the terarium up to a tree and then on the ground. I was so happy the bird was okay. When I went to approach the tree to be sure the bird was okay it flew away swooping around before it landed some distance away. I guess it fell on it's back and had the wind knocked out of it. I was happy about my good deed in helping and protecting one of God's creatures. It made my day!
Fate can be a funny thing for a dog or cat looking for a “forever home” for the third time. . .
This is the story of a cat named Selene. My husband and I adopted her from a no kill shelter shortly after our beloved Zeus passed away. We were heartbroken and so was our other cat, Apollo. We saw how lonesome he was, so we started our search for a companion kitty.
At the shelter, we found Selene alone inside a cage. Selene was a very friendly girl and would purr the minute someone petted her. She was about 7 or 8 years old—a difficult age to place in a home. We inquired about her and were told she didn't like the other "shelter cats" very well and, she could have some long-term health challenges. As I held her in my arms, it was sad to think she was looking for her “forever home” for a third time--adopted out twice and returned each time. You knew she remembered a previous home where she could sit in the window sill and enjoy the sunshine and fresh air. My husband and I felt sorry for her and adopted her that day!
The vet confirmed Selene has early stages of kidney disease and a heart murmur. She will be on kidney medication for the rest of her life, and the heart murmur needs checking every 4-6 months. My husband and I made the commitment to give her the best life possible. She again has a window sill to enjoy the sunshine and fresh air and lots of love.
Selene was not the right companion kitty for Apollo. She chooses to be very snappy with him whenever he comes around. We discovered she can be a little diva too and expects to have things her way! We feel bad for Apollo he doesn't have the buddy he wanted but, for now, both cats are happy and healthy and will make this strange living arrangement work.
Please consider a “mature cat” for your next adoption. They need love and sunshine too!
Zoey was the first cat I truly adopted on my own, as an adult. She was the most awesome cat, the cat of my young adulthood. Zoey was an intelligent cat, freakishly smart like she really comprehended what was being said to her. One day long ago, a feral cat we had, managed to sneak out a door that wasn't completely shut. George was an extreme feral, and I feared he was gone. I searched all weekend and couldn't find him. Finally, I figured that maybe he had never even gotten out of our fenced back yard, being so scared. I took another look and yes, there he was crouched under our sitting deck on the far side of our yard. I had no idea how I would get him back in the house. He absolutely would not be handled, and I worried if I tried to grab him and missed, he'd be gone forever and that would be torture. Enter Zoey. George worshipped Zoey, she was somewhat of a surrogate mom to him. Though our cats are all indoors, I trusted Zoey enough to do her job and go right back inside. I talked to her first and told her about her rescue mission. Locking all the other cats behind bedroom doors, I picked up Zoey and opened the sliding glass door to our kitchen. I brought her out to the deck George was hiding under and set her down, and took several steps back to give George a wide berth. I told Zoey, "there's George, talk to George." She started chattering at him once she saw him. He cried back. I told her, "Zoey, go inside" and motioned to the door. She chattered at George and he gingerly stepped out from the deck, and he trotted right behind her all the way inside and back to his safe zone, the storage space under our stairs. That day I called Zoey, Queen Zoey, because she was as regal, smart, and amazing as they come. She died at the ripe old age of 18 in 2010. I miss her everyday.
When I moved out on my own for the first time after college, I was excited to find a place that would allow me to get a cat. Unfortunately, my first apartment wouldn't budge on the rule, and I spent a few months in sad solitude. I moved in with a co-worker the following year, who was completely on board with the idea of a furry friend as a third roommate! Both in the News business, she had recently done a story with a smaller animal rescue organization who we both thought would be a nice place to support. I was so excited heading to the shelter, but a little worried as to how I would know to find "the one." Every time I had gone to a shelter in the past for a story, I'd see 4 or 5 furry guys I wanted to call my own! I didn't have to worry; when I walked in the door of the pet play area, many cats rushed me to say hello. But "my" cat, then named Paola, sat, just like a dog, and locked eyes with me, as if to say, "I'm yours!" I knew right then I didn't have to see another cat. That particular shelter required a 24-hour wait between deciding and actually picking up your pet (which I approved of). I wanted to grab a picture of the two year old furball to show family and friends. When my roommate and I went back inside with a camera, there she was, sitting on the window sill-she had watched us leave and wanted to know why she couldn't come too! I went back the next day and picked up the newly christened Penny Lane, my new favorite cat named after one of my favorite Beatles songs:)
My dog, Pepper had just crossed Rainbow Bridge leaving her best friend Oscar on his own in the house. A dog person my whole life, I considered a cat when I was struggling between the commitment of a puppy & an adult dog that might challenge poor old Oscar. But I was also worried Oscar wouldn't be able to handle a cat in the house. Nonetheless, I had seen a kitten named Olivia thru ARF Adoption/Petco but figured she was already adopted. Saddened by my loss, my dad showed up & said he needed a fish tank. Knowing it was a ruse, I still went with him vowing that if Olivia was still there, I was going home with a cat. Sign #1: Olivia is there but already being picked up.Resigned to losing Olivia, my eyes caught sight of a sign on her cage, "OPIE". Sign #2: My roommate & I ALWAYS affectionately called Oscar & Pepper, "O'nP". I immediately told the volunteer that I wanted to adopt Opie, also adopted but then I took another step over & attached to their cage was another. Across the two cages, were only orange cats except one tuxedo. Sign #3: My father is a Sylvester collector.There in the center of kitty chaos & I do mean chaos, there sat MY CAT in the center of it all completely zen'd out. Kitten paws flying all around her - she just looked at me completely chill & calm with her big green eyes & her little tuxedo. I immediately felt that connection & said, "That's MY cat." Sign #4: The name on her cage was, "Dez". An uncle very close to me recently passed. His nickname was "Uncle Dez". Thank you Olivia, Opie & Uncle Dez for literally walking right to my Ninj.
I saw a photo of Iris on Facebook via SMASH (Mansfield, TX Animal Shelter). She was listed as urgent and we were not prepared to adopt another dog as we were in the process of buying a house. It was me, my husband and twins living in a small apartment waiting to get into our house. Her face haunted me, so I showed my husband her photo and said we had to go meet her. Only a month prior, we had lost our beloved Bandit and another reason we were not ready. But, after meeting Iris we fell in love with her. Her caretaker Marilyn at the shelter was afraid we were not going to take her home because my 6 year old son was frightened of her at first. I said we are taking her with us. She is an amazing girl and fits right into our family. Marilyn at the shelter took such good care of her and Iris is now in her forever home. We are lucky to have her.
It was the morning of February, Friday the 13th, 2004 that I was driving to work in rush hour on busy I-95 heading into Miami. A couple cars had stopped in the middle lanes, and I saw a small dog running between the two cars with traffic in other lanes whizzing by. I stopped to help capture this poor dog. He hunkered underneath the stopped truck and wouldn't budge. I got my umbrella and pulled him closer to me until I could grab him with both hands. A finger slipped into his mouth which he began biting with all his energy. Happy to keep him occupied, I got a better hold and picked him up. Once in my arms, he went limp and relaxed. I was elected to take charge of this flea-infested pup, and I drove to a vet I knew in the area for checkup before finding a home. During the drive, I held him in my lap with a firm hand. His bug eyes kept looking up at me to say 'thank you for helping me. Please take care of me.' Ends up he had multiple left hip fractures and other injuries. It became clear during his vet stay that he is a one person dog. I had no choice but to keep him tho my other two dogs were getting on in years and I didn't want another dog. After recuperating and eating several remotes and lamp cords and peeing everywhere, we finally convinced him we weren't throwing him out like others must have done. He finally understood he was loved and has become the most loving and loyal dog. We celebrate his birthday now on Friday the 13th when he got his new life tho the vet believes he was born in the Fall. He'll be 11 1/2 this February 2014 and loving long walks, tail scratches, belly rubs, napping in the clothes hamper, and sleeping under the covers.
I was driving home from work on a hot summer day, when I saw a dog running down the middle of the road with his tongue hanging out. I stopped the car and opened the door, and he hopped in. There were not many houses in that area, but I knocked on all the doors and nobody had ever seen him before. So Blockhead came home to live with us. There were no "lost dog" ads, so after a couple of days I made an appointment with the vet. When I took him in to be neutered, we found out that he had heartworms, so he had to have treatment for that also. Now he is strong and healthy and takes his (self-appointed) job as guard dog very seriously. He is one of the best dogs we have ever had. I tell him that it was a lucky day for him when I gave him a ride home, and he says, "No, it was a lucky day for YOU!"