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Putter's his name, and loving is his game! This old fella was found on a golf course. His fur was completely matted, he had no muscle tone, was emaciated and couldn't walk. One thing he could do was meow and meow to be petted. His name has dual meaning, found on the golf course, and could only putt around on his legs. When he was shaved, burrs, fleas, sticks and ticks were found. It's no wonder he couldn't walk, the mats pulled so very tightly on his belly and leg skin. He not only had skin infection, but also had a very infected and decayed tooth. You could literally count every bone.
The first day Putter slept alot. When he wasn't sleeping, he was grooming his new found skin and eating. Our vet put him at 10 years of age. We'll never know why he was lost, but we're sure glad he found his way to our rescue center. The sad thing was, he meowed so mournfully. It was decided that his skin must be so tender, as it was fire engine red. That was quickly taken care of with medicine to calm his skin.
The second day, he meowed alot, but now it was a different meow. He was demanding, in his way, to be petted! He truly cannot get enough loving. He wants picked up, and just held. His arms will quickly find their way around your neck.
Putter came in about 4 pounds underweight, but with good food and care, he will quickly gain his health back. At that time, Putter will go up for adoption. This Himalayan will quickly win someone's heart and a new home of his own. He was already declawed and neutered when he made his way to us. He's a super cat!
This past winter I saw a dog on a website for a rural shelter that had only a few days left before they ran out of room for him. My husband and I decided to go get him. There was a large snow storm coming (and here in Virginia just 2 inches will shut down the city) So I left work to drive from the city out to the country to get my dog.
He was very skinny and smelled so bad that when I took him right away to the vet for an exam, they had to bath him just so I could ride in the car with him!
We named him Milo.
On further exams we found out Milo was Heart Worm positive, had never been "fixed" and had a Cancerous tumor.
Milo was diagnosed with Stage 3 Mast Cell Cancer.
We researched Milo's condition and put him on a holistic food (among other things) to improve his health and extend his life.
Since coming to live with us and being cared for Milo has gained over 20 pounds and now has the energy of a healty dog. Any signs of his illness have all but disappeared.
Milo has learned to play, snuggle and sleep soundly, all things he did not know how to do after spending his life on the streets alone.
Milo is an angel and we are honored to have him with us while he lives out the remainder of his days. Everyone that meets him falls in love with Smiling Milo.
Back in March, I was dog walking for our local shelter. Every day I would see this adorable fluffy dog, and figured someone would take her, she was so cute. Then I saw on her card how old she is. She is 15 years old. The other volunteers said she was a stray, and that nobody would want her, and that she would probably end up dying there at the shelter. I told my husband about her, and we agreed to bring her home. We already have 4 dogs, so just to be sure, they let us bring her home as a foster to see if they would all get along. By the first night, our miniature dachshund was asleep on her on the couch. Nana is the sweetest, most loving dog, and we are so blessed to be able to give her a home for the rest of her life, however long that may be!
We lost our Himalayan, Chloe, to advanced kidney failure after 13 great years. It was too peaceful around the house so we went to a PetSmart adoption in Puyallup, WA and found a tiny white kitten with whom we immediately fell in love. We decided such a little boy needed a big name so he became "Atlas". After another year we felt Atlas needed a companion so we found him a little brother at the Pierce County Humane Society. His ebony brother we named "Thor" ( one godlike name deserved another.) They became best friends after their first night together and still are. They are different as night and day in every way, but are inseparable.
They greet us at the door every day after work and sleep with us every night. What great foot warmers and cuddly companions!
Mike and Diane
My 21 year old son, Joey enlisted in the U.S. Coast Guard, married, and was transferred to Charleston, SC. He decided not to take his 7 year old Black Lab, Fenix, he didn't want to take Fenix away from the place he was born and where he grew up. I was happy about that, because I had fell in love with Fenix the day Joey brought him home from a shelter as an 8 week old puppy. While in the U.S. Coast Guard, Joey was riding his motorcycle to the base when a truck pulled out, didn't see him, and killed Joey instantly. Of course I was devistated. I have an older son, but Joey and I were very close. Joey had only been in the U.S. Coast Guard 17 months, and married 14 months, he left a 21 year old widow. I started seeing a psycologist for my depression. After a couple of months, I told my psycologist that Fenix was getting old, and if the time came that I had to put Fenix down, it would be like losing Joey all over again. She told me I should look for a puppy, not only for me but for Fenix. I rescued an 8 week old male lab from a shelter, and named him Max. Max has been such a joy, he is so smart, it only took less than 2 weeks to completely potty train him. Though when the time comes when I will have to put Fenix down (he's 10 now), it will hurt, but I'm sure I can handle it better now that I have Max.
Ginger is a beautiful Buckskin Quarter Horse. She was Rescued from a very abusive owner. She was hit in the face with a 2 by 4 and ruptured her tear duct on her left eye. It runs all the time and she has a dent on the side of her face from it. When I got her she was head shy and leary around men. Now she is the sweetest most gentle mare around. I have had her for 4 years and am very lucky. Last summer a Stallion got out where I was boarding her and now she has a beautiful filly that was born on April 25th, 2010. I would not trade her for the world!!!
My girls and I love visiting horse ranches. One year, they fell in love with a group of feral kittens. Unfortunately, the mother led the group across a highway and all were killed but one. The rest of the feral community wouldn't allow this 4 week old kitten to eat and we knew he would be dead within the week. Of course he ended up coming home with us.
He has grown up with our dogs and goes for walks with us. His favorite mode of transportation, however, is the doll stroller. Why walk when one of his human sisters will push him all over the house?
This is Chance (now renamed Tuscan), I literally rescued him hours before he was to be euthanized in Dec of 2008. The shelter said he was unadoptable because he was skinny and they weren't sure whether he was sick or not. I brought him to my vet who said he was just malnourished and otherwise besides being infested with ticks and his nails worn down from being on the street, was perfectly healthy. He lived with us and with a good steady diet got back to normal weight. He was such a love it was hard to give him up, but in Feb of 2009, he went to his forever home in Colorado. Tuscan is thriving in his forever home and he and his new mom are together constantly. He is going to begin training to be a therapy dog and also to do search and rescue.
Two and a half years ago I was happily living with my 2 basset hounds. Then I lost my little girl to cancer. The male was older and I wasn't sure about getting another dog. Nine months after my little girl died I searched the sites of the local SPCA. I saw the most beautiful blue eyes staring back at me, and I knew I had to go look at her in person. Blue is a dacshund/ beagle mix. She is sweet as can be. She looked at me through the kennel gate with a very doubtful expression. I found out her first owner let her wander, and she was taken from him. Another person adopted her only to return her a short time laterbecause she was not housebroken. People had let her down, I had to change that. I have enjoyed every day I have had with her. When my male basset hound died she was a god send. Now I wake up every morning to her beautiful blue eyes, she gives me a hug (she loves hugs), and she allows me to rub her belly.
We found Cookies at the dog pound. She was a "schnorkie", half Schnauzer, half Yorkie. She was one of only two dogs that survived out of a a house that had 30 dogs and even more cats. She was 6 months old, very thin, sick and dirty. In spite of her beginnings, she had a very trusting, sweet, happy and loving disposition.
When we first saw her, she was wet and shivering in a corner of the cage. But she crept up to me and licked my hand. Instant love! On the way home, she knew she was safe, and fell asleep in my arms. She was sick for a year, and she beat the odds.
She would wash her face like a cat (I guess she learned that from the house she was rescued from)! We are deaf, and she just knew to alert us to the door, phone and other things. We had her for 15 years until she got sick and the vet said we had done all we could for her. We still miss her.