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A Very Hoppy Ending

We had the most wonderful floppy earred rabbit named Peanut Bunny. Peanut was very special. She bonded with my son. Every night Peanut would sit beside Aaron and groom him. After 3-1/2 years she became sick and was sick on and off for about 9mos. During that time, I did a lot of internet searches to see what I could do to help her. In those searches I came across an animal rescue site. I vowed to make sure the next bunny I bring into my home would be a bunny that did not have a "forever" home. In February we lost our Peanut at the age of 4yrs old. In March we adopted Daisy, a black and white bunny with helicopter ears. Daisy was scheduled to be euthanized due to aggressive behavior before she was taken in. Her foster moms from the Gainesville Rabbit Rescue took very good and loving care of her, showing her not to be afraid, and thus stopping the aggression. I have to say they did a wonderful job. Daisy is the sweetest bunny ever, wanting to be loved on all the time, and becoming a central part of our family. Every morning she rushes to me to be pet and fed greens- okay to be fed greens and then be pet. Every evening she comes over and lays down beside us as if to say,"it is time to pet me!" She wants you to pet her for hours on end, yawning and stretching every so often and then settling down to be pet again. What a great addition to our family! After some consideration we decided to open our home to help other rabbits. Currently we have 3 forever bunnies and 4 foster bunnies. Our home is filled to the brim with bunny love.

Stephanie Molly
Lake Wales, FL

Malak, our gentle giant.

We named him Malak, Hebrew for angel. He was 118 lbs, 7 - 8 years old, husky mix, with one blue eye and one brown. He'd been abused, and was afraid of everyone. I didn't go to the shelter for him, but he's the one who stole my heart. He didn't want to go home with me or anyone else, he didn't bark, jump or so much as look at us. It took him a year to realize that my husband wouldn't hurt him. He wasn't housebroken, which is not easy with an older dog, but he finally got it, repairing his spirit was harder.

The first time I saw joy on his face was the first day he got to run off-leash. He smiled, as only husky's can and I saw something besides fear or that "don't hurt me" look he had perfected, I saw joy. That look was everything. We never raised our voices to Malak, he pretty much did what he wanted. We were just glad that getting food off the counter and eating a few socks was the extent of his troublemaking. We never wanted to be the ones who put that look of fear on his face. It angered us then, it still does, that anyone could hurt such a gentle dog. I'm glad we don't know who had him first, who beat the spirit out & the fear in. I don't think either my husband or I would be able to control our emotions if we met those people. We lost Malak to old age two years ago, but he didn't go alone or in fear. He had a family who adored him, he was on his bed next to my side of the bed and he had a smile on his face.

trentroy
Munising, MI

Just a Foster Dog...

We started fostering Cassie when I was in the first grade. Our family vet had found her in the middle of the road, trying to find something to eat inside of a littered fast food bag. My parents reminded me over and over that we weren't keeping her, but I guess Cassie and I didn't get the message. We were fast friends. My father often tells the story of how he looked out the kitchen window and saw Cassie and I lying in the backyard. She had her head on my chest and I was talking to her, and that was the moment that he knew I would never let her leave us. Now, nearly ten years later, she's plopped right in the middle of my bed, chasing squirrels in her dreams. Without her, I wouldn't be here now: She saved my life by reminding me that there would always be one "person" who would love me unconditionally.

Cassie is my very best friend, and I thank G-d every day for sending me my own little furry angel.

Lauren
Auburn, AL

A "Few" Good Years

Loba, an Alaskan Malamute, was 8 years old when she found herself in need of a new home. Hard to place because of her advanced age, her rescue group had become somewhat desperate and broadcast an appeal. It wasn't easy, they said, to re-home a dog who might have just "a few good years" left. One look at her picture and she had my heart. It was love at first sight and she was a perfect fit for our family.

Today, at the grand age of 15, Loba is my gal pal and side-kick. She's perhaps a touch pampered in her golden years, but always a treasured member of the family. She has been a gift and blessing to our family for the past 7 years, and brought so much joy to my heart in these "few good years."

Annette Nunez
Martinez, CA

Sweet Claude

I found him at a pet store with a rescue organization where he had been rescued from a cat hoarder in a home with 43 cats. He was the only adult in the bunch and I was drawn to him instantly. I approached his cage and he hissed at me. I asked to hold him and he was butter in my arms, he purred louder than I had ever heard a cat purr and I knew I had to adopt him. Poor Claude must have been through quite a bit because he spent the first 3 months with me, hiding under the bed. He's now been my little lemon colored baby for 9 years. He loves to be brushed, sleep in the sun, and roll in the fresh cat nip from the garden.

Jennifer
Salt Lake City, UT

Gizmo

About a year and a half ago, my sister Iris was very ill. She knew she wasn't going to make and wanted me to take care of her dog Gizmo. He is a shitz-poodle mix. He has adjusted very well to what was a house of cats. I can't go anywhere without him. He makes sure of that.

Omer Knoll
Palco, KS

Stella - little mum

I adopted a rescued cat - Stella is a lovely black and white cat who was removed by an RSPCA inspector -- she was nursing her most recent litter of kittens at 11 years old! As a result of so many pregnancies her immune system is poor and we suspect she carries the cat 'flu virus so can't be with other cats anymore. She moved in with me to retire from motherhood. It has been lovely to have her because within the last few months my dad, Horst, my mum, Meta, and Puddy, my cat companion of 10 years all died. I work in our local college and get 6 weeks holiday so this year I am going to volunteer my time to work at the our local RSPCA caring for the cats in return for my beautiful and loving companion.

Evelyn Schneider
Bridgwater, United Kingdom

My baby girl Zoe

Let me introduce Zoe to you she is a 1 yr boxer. I lost my 13 1/2 yellow lab Magnum to old age and was going through a bad time. I went to Apple Valley Animal Shelter to look and was about to leave when an employee said there is one more over here. I saw this beautiful scared little boxer and when she looked at me with those big brown eyes I was sold. I was filled with emotion and said she is the one. The employees said I could pick her up tomorrow so I left went to pet store and bought everything under the roof to spoil her. The next day I picked her up and she was very scared. She has scars on her neck so I think she was abused by other dogs and people so it took about 3 weeks for her to fully trust me and now she is so protective and appriciative of me. She and I came into each others lifes when we needed each other the most. We play ball and go for walks daily and she is so spoiled but well trained and very smart. I brought her home on April 1 2010 so she will always be the best April fools present for me. No joke here....:=) I think everyone if given the chance should rescue a pet they will always let you know how thankful they are to be in just a good loving home. Zoe does she will sit on my lab and but her head on my shoulder and just want to be loved. I love her so much and want to thank everyone at Apple Valley animal shelter for there compassion and hard work with these animals.

Natalie Lopez
Apple Valley, CA

Molly

This is Molly. I found her in 1998 on my property in my open shed. You could clearly see that she was pregnant. She growled when I found her, probably because she was afraid for her pups and did not know me. I am a dog lover and was determined to help her. One day, I walked over to the open shed with water and dog food. I sat outside of the shed and talked her into coming out. She eventually did. I put some dog food in my open hands. She sniffed me first, including my face. I must say, I had a thought in my mind that she could bite me in my face at any moment. But I allowed her to sniff me. Then she started eating the dog food out of my hands. After work every day, I would go the shed and check on her, I eventually was allowed by her to come into the shed. One day when I came home, the pups had been born; 4 in total. They were so adorable and healthy said the vet. I could not stand having her and her pups live in a dirty open shed, so i moved them to my back covered porch in my fenced yard. Molly, when I originally found her, was very thin and had wounds on her, from what I believe was prior abuse and had never been in a house, by the way she acted. I kept the pups until they were of appropriate age and gave them to the no-kill shelter; they were immediately adoped. The vet determined at that time by her teeth, that she was approx. 4 yrs. old. She is now 16 years old. She is the best dog ever. I love her very much.

Danielle Blake
Dover, PA

Grace - A gift from God

We got Grace from an animal shelter in Kentucky off Petfinder. We had lost a rabbit that looked similar to her. Grace shows us all kinds of love. She loves to give bunny kisses, binkys when we come into her room, and loves to stretch out and cuddle next to us on the floor in the living room. She is a unique little bunny who bring us much joy and love. The ladies at the animal shelter named her and it truly fits, she is a gift from God.

Jonathan & Mary
Memphis, TN
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