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My Persian, Tori ,seemed to be having an ear problem,so my husband and I took her to the Vet. Upon arrival,I noticed a kitten playing in a cage with an "adopt me" sign. I inquired & was told she & her brother(already adopted) had been thrown out in a field in the pouring rain & the lady who lived in the home next to the vacant lot had brought them in.They had the date of birth listed as April 11th,the same birthday as my deceased Mother.My husband & I discussed bringing her home. I have always had a cat...just one,never two or more, but we decided she was coming home with us! We named her Suzie,after my Mother! ;-). Tori did not adapt to the new addition. In fact,she ate very little and completely stopped going to the "bathroom" for 6 days. A friend/neighbor asked if she could take her. I cried half the morning but finally relented,knowing she was going to an excellent home.Soon after Suzie left,Tori was back to normal again.I visited Suzie a few times a week. After a couple weeks,I brought Suzie for a play date with Tori...and me! There was no playing but the two of them slept far apart on the same bed all afternoon. Tori seemed to realize that Suzie would be leaving,so she tolerated her.About a month after Suzie went to live with my friend,I had Suzie for the weekend while the family went out of town.Tori & Suzie got along great! Play dates & other overnight visits continued for a few weeks. Then I got the phone call that would change everything.My friend had been out of work 9 days total & her doctor told her,after 3 rounds of antibiotics,she had to get rid of Suzie. Thru her crying,she barely heard me say"I'll take her back.".She brought Suzie to me the next morning.Suzie & Tori are best friends,although completely opposite in most every way.Suzie will be three in April and I am so very glad I went to the vet with Tori that day!
At 10:30 at night we received a phone call from a friend who has a dog rescue. She told me she was desperately trying to find a home for a dog who was an owner surrender. "Nobody wants him" she exclaimed!
Now we already have 4 dogs(rescues) and honestly I felt my "dog tubes" were tied. She told me "SImba" was only 4 lbs and that no one wanted him because he was a "senior". I thought to myself, well according to this world, I am considered a "senior". I would sure hate to think nobody would ever want me because I was considered too "old".
"He is 15 years old and would probably just sleep all day" she said.. Basically, she was asking me that for what time he had left ,can we just love him? Can we bless him by adopting him? We couldn't say no.
Well, guess who got blessed???? Little "Simcah" (which means REJOICE) is the sweetest, most adorable most loving dog!! Sleep all day? Not! I think all the love and attention he gets has made him come alive! (Guess who is rejoicing now??:)
He comes with me to work, loves all our other dogs, plays, runs and has so much life in him! He is 15 alright, 15 years YOUNG! Of course, now people stop me everywhere asking if they could adopt him! NO CHANCE!
All I think of is what if we had said no? We would have missed out on this love of our life because of "age". I encourage you, never miss the opportunity to adopt a "Senior".It will not only change their life but yours as well.
I'm no stranger to cats. I have grown up with at least one my entire life. Heck I have three now, two of which are rescues. I work as a manager at a party store and was told by one of my night time employees that there was a stray cat hanging around by the dumpsters. Of course being the cat lover that I am, this piqued my interest. One morning I opened the back door and see this tiny little kitten drinking water from the air conditioning gutter. The second she saw me she hissed and ran underneath a storage unit. My heart broke. It was cold out (for Florida weather) and she was so little; I felt that I had to do something. Over the next week or so I would leave out food and water and every now and then catch a glimpse of her when she would come out. Each time she would hiss and run. I continued this pattern for a couple of weeks even coming in on Christmas Day to make sure she had food and water. One morning I opened the door and she was two feet away sitting pretty, waiting for breakfast. I was then, as usual, greeted by a hiss. She scurried just past her dish to watch me put her food in. Ok, I thought, she is finally trusting me a little. So, every morning like clock work she was there by the door waiting on breakfast and again at 4 for dinner. Each time letting me get closer and closer. One really cold morning I decided to test my limits, I opened the door and served breakfast inside. Two days later and me sitting on the floor quietly, she finally let me pet her. My heart melted. All that work paid off. Over the next week she became more and more confident and was eventually sleeping in my lap purring with content. Today little Miss Sasha has been cleaned up, beefed up and living it up in a warm and loving home.
She came up onto our back porch and buzzed my husband's ankles. This little black and white kitty was a mess. She was very thin, had a broken tooth and had open cuts and scrapes down her entire side. She had frequent sneezing fits as her body tried to rid itself of an abundance of dark, nasty crud that hindered her breathing. My husband named her "Hope" because we weren't sure if this little girl was going to make it. I guessed that she was about 6 months old.
I wrapped her in a towel and spent the next 8 hours getting her calm enough to sleep under my chin and feeding her small meals every hour or so. We made her comfortable in the bathroom and made an appointment with the vet. He said that she was about 3 years old. Then she tested positive for feline HIV. We were crushed. The vet asked us if we wanted to put her down. We said no. We wanted to give this sweet little girl a chance.
After some research, I learned that Hope could only pass on her HIV to other cats through deep bite wounds. I also learned that feline HIV wasn't the death sentence it had once been. Her immune system needed some extra support and she could live a normal kitty life. But first we had to just get her back to normal. I started her on some nutrient rich food with supplements added to support her immune system. As soon as she she gained enough weight, we got her spayed.
After a year and a half of TLC, Miss Hope is a healthier and happy little girl. After her spay healed and we figured out that her respiratory issues weren't contagious (we guessed maybe heavy 2nd hand smoke from wherever she had been), she joined the rest of our herd who accepted her as just another play buddy. She is a joy to watch when she plays. We've tried to find her a home but for now, she's our Hope!
This is eight-year-old Chloe, my companion dog, a rescued black lab and 10 week old Dalhia, also a rescued black lab. I am a C4 quadriplegic and Chloe was by my side constantly. I was hospitalized last year for 4 months. While I was in the hospital, my workers compensation caseworker, had my case reviewed before the State Board Of Workers Compensation. They ruled that my dogs should be banished to the basement of our home, so my nursing staff would not have to work in fear of the dogs. I have had a nursing staff since 1994 when I was first paralyzed, without any incident happening with the dogs. Chloe, who was 14 at the time, did not fare well in the basement with my other 2 younger dogs ages 4 and 6. I let my good friend Denise take Chloe home with her until the spring. Denise took Chloe home with her December 12, 2012. I did not even tell Chloe goodbye or how much I love her and how much I would miss her. I just wanted her to think she was going on a car ride with Denise. On December 24, 2012 Denise had taken Chloe and her dog outside for a potty break. When they returned inside, Chloe laid down in the floor in front of the TV. Denise gave her a treat, but she did not want it. Denise ask Chloe “What's wrong girl, are you tired?” Denise started petting Chloe and rubbing her ears. Chloe's heart just stopped beating. For 4 months all Chloe saw was an empty bed and a missing wheelchair. Where was mommy? Even though the Vet said Chloe had a cancerous mass In her abdomen that went undetected, to this day, I still believe Chloe died from a broken heart. Let's find a cure for canine cancer.
Rest In Peace my dear sweet Chloe.
Chloe Uriegas -- May 21, 1997 -- December 24, 2012
I was going to be moving out in a couple months and would be able to adopt a kitty. I had decided I wanted to adopt a black full grown kitty because they often don’t get adopted.
I went to the shelter to just visit the kitties, I wanted to see how they were and volunteer socializing time. We were brought to a trailer in the back where 73 cats had ringworm and had been cured of it. There were only 20 left and we spent time petting them.
That was when I first saw Sydney, she was huddled in the bottom of a box terrified of other cats, I spent the next three months working with her, socializing her, and teaching her petting is nice.
She lost a lot of fur at the shelter from the stress, but after 6 months of care with me she has a beautiful coat and the fearful look in her eyes has gone away.
I finally got to bring her home, the entire way she was terrified but when we were in the apartment and opened the cage she started purring up a storm.
Now we're on the harder path of socializing with visitors!
She’s been my faithful fur buddy ever since!
We adopted Zero seven months ago, in July. I was browsing online looking at dachshunds. We already had one, a two year old named Molly, but I longed for another one. It is said dachshunds choose their "one person" and Molly was attached to my mom. I loved her, but I wanted my own dachshund. Molly was hyper, and at times abit aggressive, and I wanted a calmer, laid-back dog. I saw Zero, named "I'm One Of The Puppy Mill Dogs!" on our Humane Society's website. I showed my mom his picture during lunch. My mom said we'd go and look at him, but there wouldn't be any promises.
Zero was the first dog I saw. He had one of his ears pushed back, and the body of the dachshund. An adoption counselor let us pet him, and I felt a connection. The AC told us that he was a rescue from a puppy mill. The dogs never got to feel grass on their paws, and many died before they could be rescued. Zero had heart-worms and is blind in one eye. Unfortunately, his price was a 100 dollars as he was a purebred. Luckily, the AC said that the next day they were having an event where dogs would be 25 dollars. When we left, Zero looked at us, like he was asking. "Why won't you take me?"
That night I prayed that he would come home with me. We arrived early, and I ran straight to Zero. We filled out his papers and I gave him the name of Zero from the dog in Nightmare Before Christmas. Zero never stopped wagging his tail as we left the shelter, and to this day this neglected dachshund stills wags his tail and licks me. It's amazing how such an animal who lived in a despicable place can still find love with the same creatures who once were not so kind to him.
I have anxiety and clinical depression, but Zero helps me overcome my fears.
I've learned that I didn't rescue Zero. He rescued me.
This is my beautiful girl Chewbacca, after the Star Wars character due to the noises she makes. My family had just lost our German Shepherd about a year or two before, and we were actually on our way home from picking up my sister's new Chihuahua, Pixie. On the way home, we stopped at PetSmart to pick up some things for her. While there, we met this nice woman named Amy, who was carrying little Chewie in her arms on a puppy pad. While talking to her, we learned that she and her husband had found her in a dumpster behind the Quiznos branch that they owned. They were going to keep her, however they had just adopted children after finding out they couldn't have their own, and then found out they were actually expecting, so with everything happening they couldn't keep her. She has a scar on her side that she's had since we got her, and was completely healed over even on the day we took her home. It was love to me at first sight. It took a little convincing for my mom to let us take her home with her, and when we got there, it was quite a shock to my dad as we were only supposed to be getting little Pixie. But now I can't see my life without her, and even just the thought of her passing makes me tear up. She is my baby, my cuddle bug, and she always will be. She loves to think she's a lap dog when she's not, and has even more fun playing with my sister's dogs and chasing our old cat through the house. She's always been a puppy at heart, and she always will be. She's brought a lot of light to my world.
12 years ago, my mom and I gave a cat a hell of a second chance at life, her name is Sassy.
We went to a shelter to originally get a kitten for our other kitten when we saw her.
She was a Himalayan mix, but one no less my mom loved and I convinced her to get her. She looked so sad and depressed, sleeping in her own litter pan.
So we took her home along with a kitten and from there, things got interesting.
Sassy needed a bath and was given one, after that any bond she would’ve had with my mom went out the window. Sassy hated my mom with every fiber of her being, making her life miserable, or as much as she could. Turns out she’s not the most coordinated kitty in the world.
Not only that, she’d bite people, mostly me and the vet techs, course with me, they were usually rough love bites.
She’d kick and scream if her fur needed tending, hiss and snarl at the other cats that came to close.
Yeah, it would sound like she really didn’t belong, that she shouldn’t even be there. But she did, somehow Sassy and I got this weird bond.
I could see her for who she really was. She had been neglected, she was scared and insecure. I pushed my way into her cold heart. I helped comfort her through nightmares, surrendered my room to her, did everything for her happiness.
Over time, she did eventually accept the other cats and considered my mom more a toy than an object of hate. At that time, we lost Salem and learned we were going to lose her soon too. By some miracle, Sassy decided to finally act more civil and became a true member of the family.
It was odd, but she enjoyed it, she got to torment my mom, “sneak” around, chase me down, jingling her favorite collars.
She was a hellion given a new lease on life. Adopted at 7 and died at 19.
I’ll never forget and always love her.
One day while my housband and I were walking in the street we stoped by chance on a vet.There we saw a kitten sleeping in a cage with a sign that said "I´m blind, I have perfect health and I´m looking for a forever home". As my housband weres glasses I said to him "Look, he´s blind just like you" (part of a private joke we use...). At that moment I said I didn´t want to adopt a cat, I didn´t fell ready for it...so we went home. During the night both of us dreamed with him.
During the afternoon we went and they told us that an old man found him and his brother. Both of them were full of flees and starving and ours had a terrible infection on his eyes. He took them to the vet and they told him that with medication and good care he wouldn´t loose his eyes. A week later he returned, he didn´t want to be responsible for the kittens and left them there. They were in worse state than the first time they saw them, and Ray (that´s how we called him for Ray Charles) had lost both of his eyes to the infection. We decided to adopt him.
The day we were supposed to bring him home we received a call from the vet, and they told us that he was very sick. So he stayed in the vet while the run a lot of tests on him. Finally a week later we could pick him up, in perfect health.
Nowadays he is two years old (he was 3 months at that time) and the apartment is his kingdom...he climbs on top of all our furniture...he plays as he could see and even chases bugs.