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Whiskers, a mixed breed long haired lady was adopted from a shelter in Colorado Springs, CO. She lived with me and my family until my divorce. Then it was just me and her. In 2005 I was called to Active Duty by my Army Reserve unit. At the time I had no options, no friends that could take her and another cat. I placed ads, posted on the internet. No responses. I had to give her up after 12 years. I found a no=kill shelter, MaxFund in Denver, CO. I gave her and the other kitty to them. Fast forward 14 months. I was still in Iraq, and happened to see a link to the shelter. I clicked on it, and looked at the available kitties. WHAT? Whiskers was still there? No way!! I immediately called them and asked if they would hold her for me. I got back and found a place to live that allowed cats. Then I went to MaxFund (after many phone calls) to pick her up. She'd had some medical problems, but none serious, and most probably attributed by separation from me. We went to her cage with a cat carrier. First I asked her if she was ready to go home. She meowed, and walked right into the carrier, surprising the staff and me. needless to say, tears were rolling freely.
We hadn't been considering acquiring another dog in our house. Our oldest dog passed last year at 15 and we have two dogs, Mr. Kirby a three year old pom/poo mix with a real attitude and Ziggy, a terripoo who is 10. Ziggy is a special needs dog we got from a puppy mill as a baby before we knew what puppy mills were all about. He had horrible ear infections, bad teeth from birth and he is diabetic. One Saturday two months ago I went with my daughter to Petco. They have a rescue agency with dogs there every week. We had brought Mr. Kirby with us and walked back to look at the dogs they had. We spotted a little toy poodle in one of the crates. Her name was Tiny, a 7 lb, 2-3 year old poodle recently found in a high kill shelter in North Carolina. They said she's sweet, loving and looking for a a forever home. She had recently given birth and from what we could figure, her owners kicked her out because she had become pregnant! Wasn't it their responsibility to have her spayed so that wouldn't happen. Anyhow I picked her up and that was that! I knew she belonged with our family. Mr. Kirby seemed to like her too so we immediately filled out the adoption papers and the agency came out that same week for a house/yard check. They left her that same day with us and we renamed her Capri. She is the most fantastic dog. She is sweet, loving and extremely smart. Definitely the past owners loss - can't even figure what they were thinking. We are so lucky to have her and so glad that we decided to go into Petco that day.
Last Tuesday night,7/13/10, around 11pm I went to bed and watched TV. I heard a cat meowing and thought it was the TV so I turned it down, however, it came from outside. I listened where it was coming from and thought it came from across the street, a wooded area. I went back to bed. However, I kept hearing this cat in distress and went outside in my pj's in the rain to look. Could not hear anything, it stopped meowing so went back in and to bed. Then it started again on and on and finally I went out again at around 1:30 am 7/14/10, no sound but it went on and on when I was back in the house, could not sleep a wink. At about 3pm I got up again and my husband as well so I told him to come with me to look for that cat. Took the flash light and we both went out into the rain. I went right to the side of the house and heard where the sound came from, right under my bedroom window. Then I saw it, a small kitten with its umbilical cord still attached soaking wet and I almost stepped on it. So.....what to do, I could not leave it outside so put it in a box. She looked healthy and fiesty. I waited until morning to take it to the vet. They gave me KMR to feed her, like every two hours, just like a baby. She weighed 4 oz. She was at the most about 3 days old when I found her. She opened her eyes 7/22/10 and s/o 7-24-10 she gained two oz. Her name is Precious because she is.
Blue's story is very sad! I just happened to find her on Pet Finders.com in a Kill Shelter near Athens Georgia.
On a Thursday, my husband drove an hour to adopt her. When he got there he was told that she was scheduled to be put down the next day. Of course, we wanted to take her right then but they said it was their policy to "spay" her first. The sad thing was that it almost seemed the kill shelter was trying to talk us out of it. They asked if we wanted her tested for heartworms, and when we said yes, they asked if we would still adopt her if she tested positive. Uh, YESSSS
We picked her up on Saturday morning and learned her story. She was a puppy mill dog living her two years of life in a cage, outside. Once her puppies were not AK acceptible, she was dropped off on the side of the road.
She was SOOOOOO scared of everything. She did not know what noises to expect in the house. From turning on the tv to opening a cola can, would cause her to tremble.
That was two years ago! Now she is perfect; only scared of thunderstorms, but heck who isn't!
We hadn't been considering acquiring another dog in our house. Our oldest dog passed last year at 15 and we have two dogs, Mr. Kirby a three year old pom/poo mix with a real attitude and Ziggy, a terripoo who is 10. Ziggy is a special needs dog we got from a puppy mill as a baby before we knew what puppy mills were all about. He had horrible ear infections, bad teeth from birth and he is diabetic. One Saturday two months ago I went with my daughter to Petco. They have a rescue agency with dogs there every week. We had brought Mr. Kirby with us and walked back to look at the dogs they had. We spotted a little toy poodle in one of the crates. Her name was Tiny, a 7 lb, 2-3 year old poodle recently found in a high kill shelter in North Carolina. They said she's sweet, loving and looking for a forever home. She had recently given birth and from what we could figure, her owners kicked her out because she had become pregnant! Wasn't it their responsibility to have her spayed so that wouldn't happen. Anyhow I picked her up and that was that! I knew she belonged with our family. Mr. Kirby seemed to like her too so we immediately filled out the adoption papers and the agency came out that same week for a house/yard check. They left her that same day with us and we renamed her Capri. She is the most fantastic dog. She is sweet, loving and extremely smart. Definitely the past owners loss - can't even figure what they were thinking. We are so lucky to have her and so glad that we decided to go into Petco that day.
I work on a farm and last year a cat showed up she was looking a little fat so we assumed she was pregnant and lo and behold she gave birth to 4 kittens. About 8 weeks later her and one of her kittens disappeared. Luckily they were weaned off her and I had started giving them cat food. In the year previous, I had lost my 6 year old cat Gizmo, 2 months later a 6 month old kitten I had adopted from the humane society and just 2 months prior to finding the kittens my 12 year old had passed away. It was a painful year and I swore I would have no more cats but one of the kittens started coming in to the office and won my heart so I brought him home. About 2 weeks later, a lady I work with took home one and then there was just the one left. She was very skiddish and wouldn't let me near her but I could not leave her for fear of another animal getting at her. I caught her and took her home. They had worms and the white one had calicivirus but they were well worth the money to make them healthy. 8 months later mister(white kitty) and miss snuggles (grey kitty) have made our home so happy and full of life. They are so affectionate and very playful.
Our two dogs, Boomer and CJ, came to us through adoption. CJ joined us 4 years after Boomer and the two have been inseparable over the past 8 years. They have lived a wonderful life of play, walks, trips to the dog park, and warm companionship. They were so lucky to have each other! We just lost Boomer to cancer and now CJ is our solo dog and trying to adapt to the change in balance in our household. Luckily our two "rescue" kitties are friends to him and he is getting double the attention from his two human "parents". We are so glad that we rescued these dogs because they have enriched our lives in so many ways. I'm certain that we will rescue another dog at some point in the future. Another dog will choose us!
Cowboy had a life well beyond my scope of imagination. I remember the first day I met him, it was as if the water on his nose were the tears of his experiences. His little face melted me. Cowboy was the only dog not barking at the top of his kennel for my attention, which surely enough got my attention. He was brought in by a woman who saw him going through garbage cans to eat so she began to feed him for several days. When several days turned into a week, she brought him to the shelter where they named him Cowboy and immediately noticed his quiet and calm nature. His good behavior indicated he may have had a previous owner. He was very responsive to "NO." The minute you said a stern "NO," he'd huddle down into a ball and hide his face under his paws. This very submissive behavior and the cigarette burn on his left ear made me want to give him the home he never had. His little face could stop anyone. When I came to adopt him, the shelter workers told me a woman had come in two days before asking if she could pay the adoption fee for an animal of her choice, and she chose Cowboy. In return, I paid the adoption fee for another dog in hopes that they could find a loving home too. I came to find a dog to rescue, and came out with a dog who rescued me too. Cowboy came to be Poncho, my best friend. Poncho always wants to be right by my side. After a few months, the real parts of his personality came out because he finally knows it's okay. He's a happy dog with a happy spirit that I love indefinitely.
Almost a year after my precious Black Lab passed away, I was surfing the CCLR (Central California Lab Rescue) site and rolled through the "Senior" section. And there he was... Leo. He was considered a hard-to-place adoption because of his age, estimated at 10-11, plus he had medical issues. He was arthritic, couldn't climb stairs, and was recovering from heart worms. He was found by Animal Control wandering in Yolo County, CA and because of his age and disease, his profile picture was stamped in big letters, "NOT ADOPTABLE." The Rescue stepped in and gave him treatment for worms and later he was put in foster care. When I met Leo in Sacramento, he was living with 4 lab puppies and another large dog in foster care, The puppies were rolling all over him, and he was just laying there like a Grandpa with his grandkids. I took him home for a trial weekend and found he was just what I needed, house trained, low maintenance, and loveable - and he needed me in return. September 2010 will be three years my Old Yellow Man will be with us - we've since driven cross country and moved to NJ. Leo has been to the Grand Canyon, the California Coast, and is comfortably living in NJ. My loving boyfriend (Leo's Dad) built custom ramps so Old Yeller can get from teh deck to the yard. He has a bed every 20 feet or so in the house, and although it seems his clock is winding down, he greets us every day with a thumping tail and a sweet disposition, despite his mobility difficulties. I recommend rescue dogs to everyone, especially the senior citizens. You may not get 10 years, but the time you do get will be worth the endeavor.
Isaiah was adopted when someone dumped him at a friend's house 15 years ago. At 19, he was slowing down and I worried my sweet boy would soon leave me. I adopted Prudence, the Great Dane, who was a chain dog, from a rescue 1 year ago.It has been rough at times, teaching her how to live in a house and the rules that go with it, but she tries so hard. It has given Isaiah a new lease on life. He is in love with "his dog" and she is in love with "her cat". My other 2 rescued cats don't mind, and even though I feel like I now come second, I'm thankful they have such a close relationship. Isaiah now acts like a young cat again and Prudence always knows where he is, as they take turns following each other around the house. Love crosses all boundaries.