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Ara (fka "Tiara") was brought in to a shelter at 3 months old. She was born with an orthopedic birth defect. She was adopted, but placed back into a shelter at 6 months of age. A special needs Doberman has to find just the right home.
In June, just one week before she was to be euthanized, Doberman Rescue took her in. Then one July day, Ara took a ride to meet a "foster family". It soon became apparent that this was "her" family. She is now is the bratty little sister to Dino, a 5 yr. old male Doberman and Roxy, "the cat". Although she has some physical deformities, her "thinking Doberman" mind is always working on how to get all the toys for herself. Even though that is a full time job, she manages to keep the neighboring Border Collies in line, irritate the cat, chase a few crows (don't tell her she will never catch them) and still get several hours of beauty sleep. As you can tell, the beauty sleep is really working!!!
Back in 2005, we found Joey on Petfinder.com. We already had 2 female dogs, but felt the need to have a little boy dog, and started searching for a rescue. Joey came from West Virginia and was rescued by A to Z Rescue. His doxie mom was pregnant when she was rescued from a kill shelter. Three little boys were born -- Joey, Jimmy and Jake. After fighting a terrible bout of scabies and was nearly hairless, we got him -- many oatmeal baths later, he grew into a little beagle/long-haired doxie mix. Our beagle Bailey, mothered him as you can see from an early picture. Joey is now 4 and is happy and healthy. He is such a love bug and has added so much joy to our lives.
Our company's computer consultant sent photos to the office of 8 puppies born to the mother who she had found hit by a car on a busy four lane highway. She rushed the dog to her vet and was able to save mom and pups. My college bound daughter had brought home her boyfriends pitbull, Wrangler, just a few weeks before and I knew my husband was going to divorce me (Daisy made 3 dogs and 3 cats). I just couldn't resist. I don't think he'd give anything for her now - she is the most loving and sweetest dog I've ever seen. She soon became Wrangler's shadow - they play and do everything together. They are now well spoiled and loved excessively along with our other pets.
Let me just say...."I'm not a cat person!" Not because I don't like cats, but because I am so allergic to cats. Well, this little black stray did not know that. I ignored him for weeks hoping he would move on....he didn't. One night I was taking my doggies out to potty and it had been raining buckets. I heard him crying pitifully under my car. I coaxed "it" out and was appalled to see that he was literally, skin and bones! I only had dog food to give him, which he thankfully ate. The next day I bought him dry cat food. After a week of living in my garage, he bolted into the house one morning. I was forced to pick him up to learn he was declawed and defenseless outside. He had a bad bite on his tail. How could someone have abandoned a defenseless kitty outside, with no claws to defend himself; no way to climb a tree to escape predators; no way to hunt for food!
Went to the vet. I learned kitty was a neutered male. No microchip located. I told the vet how allergic I was to kitty's. The vet advised if he were bathed every other week, I would have no allergy problem. The next day was grooming day for my doggies, so I talked the groomer into attempting a bath for kitty. He totally accepted it, as if he knew this was his ticket to living with me. So now, I guess I am a cat person. Unnamed black kitty is settling in well with my doggies and we have really had no issues.
I can't do much to help these economic times; but I can help a black kitty who knew he was at the right place before I did.
Macchi, is a beautiful very small cat. She showed up at our house one day, she was so very small but a beautiful kitten, she was about 3 months or so old. She left and about 2 or so days she came back, with a broken tail, but said nothing, just layed on a bed we had for the cats. To make a long tale sort, we took her to the vet. they had to cut ALL of her tail off, she got spay, and shots and is now in the house, she loves to give kisses and will sit hugging you as long as you let her. We love her, we have 7 cats that have showed up and we had spay or notered but they stay outside, and 2 inside, one Billy has 7 toes on his front paws,
I trapped Jack along with his entire family - Mom and three feral kittens - just as the weather was getting frigid. Mom and Jack were throw-aways but their babies were born outside.
I was overwhelmed to get the whole family, and Jack here would have died had I not trapped him. He was gravely injured, covered with ticks, and when I shined a light on the trap he showed me every one of his teeth - SCARY! The poor boy was petrified, but we got him vetted and he stayed with me for nearly 8 months as my foster son.
He turned out to be the biggest marshmallow and it was a wrench giving him up. He protected me from the shower every night, trying to stop me from going in, and he would cry until I got out. What a love. But he has since been adopted by a wonderful family and I'm lucky enough to pet sit for them. His "wife" and two of his babies were also adopted and went to loving homes.
We kept his son, Samson, a beautiful, sweet, cuddly orange tabby with a squinty eye. It was impossible to resist him!
My new addition's name is BB. She picked me just a year ago this month. I found her on the PetFinder website. There were 3 Frenchies to choose from. We drove two and a half hours from Columbus, Ohio to Toledo, Ohio on a Saturday afternoon. We when arrived they took us into a very small room and brought in the two remaining Frenchies. As soon as I sat down, BB sat right next to me and never moved. That is why I say she picked me. She had been rescued from a breeder. She was a year and a half old and already had 2 litters of pups. The breeder didn't want her anymore because all of the puppies died so she wasn't being productive. She is missing 2 pads on one of her back feet and 1 pad on the other. My vet says this was probably caused from being kept in a cage with no bottom. She also has a bum ear which was caused by a severe infection that went untreated. The first few months were very difficult. She had never been out of a cage so she didn't know what anything was; such as, grass, doors, etc. She is now a permanent part of our family and I don't know what we did before she came to us. She loves her big brother Bumper and her human kids as well. She is so sweet and loving. I don't know how anyone could have abused or neglected her. She has lots of litte quirps but they are all part of the sweetness that is BB. Everyone who has a loving home to offer should adopt/rescue. The rewards are endless and so are the puppy kisses.
In March 2008 I lost my 11 year old Schnauzer, Buddy. Having a rough time I kept looking at Schnauzers on Petfinder and one Tuesday night I saw Schmitty. Friday night I was at the airport picking him up and it has been the best impulse buy I ever made.
I think Buddy sent him to me on his way to the Rainbow Bridge. From the side of a highway in Arkansas to his forever home in Western NY, Schmitty has made a difference in my life that can't be measured.
The first time my husband and I saw Koda, he was in Petsmart curled up in a cage with a cat sleeping. His foster Mom had brought him there hoping to find a good home for him. She told us that someone had found him beside the road curled up with his Momma. The Momma dog had been hit by a car and had crawled off the road to her pup and died. He was so lost and forlorn looking. I picked him up and gently hugged him to my neck and cuddled him. When he licked my neck I knew he had found his new home. He has been with us for almost 4 years now and he is a happy little guy, who rules the roost and gets as much love as he gives! Can you tell his favorite color is hot pink!
We adopted my son Charlie from a pet adoption at the local pet store. We were not looking to adopt another cat but as soon as we saw him knew we had to take him home. He turned out to be very vocal & cried all day & all night, which we later found out was due to the tremendous pain he was in. We were suppose to go to Las Vegas right after adopting Charlie but I was concerned about leaving him home so soon, by not going on our trip we ended up saving his life. By his 3rd day with us we noticed he started to limp so we rushed him to the vet ER. After being told he had no injury we took him home. On the 4th day the pet adoption place called & told us that the other kittens in his litter had come up with Calci, which is a life threatening respiratory infection. Rushing him to the vet ER we were able to get him treated & found out that he was limping due to this infection, like the flu in humans calci causes pain in their joints & bones. We were told that if we had not brought him in Charlie would not have made it. Fortunately for my fur-mother intuition we did not go on our trip. We also found out that he had a bad heart murmur which is caused by a decent size hole in his heart. With continuous visits to the cardiologist we are able to monitor the hole to make sure it doesn't increase in size otherwise surgery will be needed. Charlie is now 2yrs old & loves to play fetch, not to mention he's a big mama's boy that loves to be carried like a baby.