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My family went to the shelter to get my daughter a kitten. After we picked one we were walking out and Sugar reached his paw thru the kennel and grabbed my shirt. I told my family we would come get him on next addoption day. Addoption days were Wednesday and Saturday. The woman at the shelter said "The animals in this cage will be put to sleep tommorow" so there was no doubt we had to take him home that day. He is now 15 years old.
We call her Sing-Sing, after the infamous prison of that name. She was in a shelter for six years and had had no vet care.She was about nine years old when I adopted her.She had only one tooth and had tumors in her ears.
Now at fourteen she is healthy and happy with us and our ten year old Pit Bull whom she adores.
Tiramisu was a Craigslist find. A kind-hearted lady took in this beautiful little girl after she had been abandoned in the woods and kept her until she could find a good home for her. When I saw her cute little face on Craigslist, I jumped in my car with the cat carrier. "Misu" may have been "free to a good home" but to us she is priceless!
My story is one of loving and adding to the family. Our 4 cats have all come from the 2 shelters in our town. The last addition , Bobbi was a foster that I had to hand feed until she was strong enough to eat on her own. She is the only one of 4 kittens to survive an infection. They all get along and love to sit and look out the sliding door at the birds around the feeder. Their names are: Ed, Bobbi, Shadow & GiGi. They get along well with our rescue lab mix Woody. They keep our home fun, loving and snuggly. I still volunteer at the shelter and wish all the kitties there could find forever homes. They make the best home companions and fill your life with joy.
Even though we already had two German Shepard dogs at home we felt that someone was missing. Mason came to us from a rescue that listed him as a German Shepard/Belgian Malinois mix. We have since found out through genetic testing that he doesn't have any of either breed in him. He is a Lab, Husky and Pit mix and we couldn't imagine not having him. Our other two dogs Ella and Violet have deemed him an honorary German Shepard.
When our beloved Rotti Mix Bess died of cancer I was devastated and crying all the time. After 2 weeks we went to the local shelter to look for a new dog hoping it will make me feel better. Max was 8 month old and barking all the time in his kennel. When I told my husband that I did not want him because of the barking he suggested that we take him to the Get-Aquainted-Room. Well - Max sat down next to my husband and leaned against his knee. We realized that he had only barked so much because he was so lonely and starving for affection. Max is now 8 years old and a wonderful friend and companion to us and our little rescued Miniatur Pincher and our rescued cat. Rescued animals make wonderful pets! Please adopt!
I had many pets growing up cats, dogs, rabbits, birds and fish. However, this time I was very aware that the cat I was going to adopt was no longer my parent's responsibility. I knew that the cat's health and well-being was in my hands. I wasn't sure if I wanted that responsibility being single and living on my own for the 1st time but, I knew I would love her/him more than enough to make up for my downfalls.
I decided to go to a few animal shelters but, I could feel that this one in particular had the cat for me! I went into this huge cage that held all the cats together with areas to play and sleep. I walked around inside the cage to look at the kitty's they had. There was this white cat with black markings and blue/green eyes and another calico type that reminded me of one of my cats growing up! I left the shelter that day and decided to sleep on it.
I woke up the next morning & drove straight to the shelter. Prior to entering I told myself I was going to allow a cat to choose me. Once again, I entered the cat cage and sat in a chair, within minutes a cat the shelter called "Honey" was in my lap, with a white coat, black markings and Blue/green eyes. I picked her up and went to the front desk to check out. I decided (which is another story) to call her Boogie.
That wonderful day was 13 years ago and she is still the love of my life. I am so happy I made that decision to bring her home and would not want to know what the past 13 years would have been like without her.
Cassie came to us one summer day 4 years ago. The local census collector who lived next door to our daughter saw a pair of ears sticking up out of long grass as she drove along the road looking for a particular property. She stopped, and picked up the little puppy and checked for more. There was only one. She took it home and went next door to show our daughter who phoned me immediately and said "Come round Mum, I have a puppy for you".
What a sad little creature I found. She'd been used as dog fighting bait and was bitten all over, starving, frightened and with a sore leg (bitten through the kneecap with infection set in). We took her to the vet who wasn't sure she could be saved, but after 3 months on antibiotics and an expensive operation to fix her leg, she was. Now we can't imagine life without Cassie. She is gentle and funny, well-behaved and intelligent, great with kids, and makes me laugh everyday. She came into our lives at a time when I was feeling sad and a bit lost (just like her!) and I will be forever grateful.
About a year after adopting our first shelter pet, my boyfriend and I were eager to find a playmate for our wonderful dog. I had no intention to adopt a puppy. I had neither the time nor the patience. Or so I thought. After seeing an ad for a local shelter housing over 80 puppies, I had to investigate. I walked into the shelter and knelt down near the puppy room. Stella walked over to me and gave me the most imploring look I've ever seen. I scooped her into my arms and that's where she's stayed ever since.
This is the story of how a 2 year old, silly looking, blind, Akita mix, with a bad attitude, and no manners found a new forever home...mine.
AJ's owner was a well-meaning single mother of a 4 yr old son and a 6 month old daughter... to say she didn't have time for a puppy was quite an understatement. AJ was 2, he was not house-trained, unsocalized and so he spent 23 hours per day in his crate. One summer afternoon he escaped, and was MIA for 4 days. When he found his way home, AJ was bleeding and terrified. The vet determined he had fallen victim to a very cruel abuser. His emotional scares mirrored his physical ones, and he was no longer able to live in a home with small children. To save him from the pound, AJ came to live with me. He was a fast learner. AJ mastered "We don't potty in the house", "don't chew on the furniture" and "the cat is not a chew toy" within a week. When he looked at me, I swear I could see the appreciation in his eyes... or perhaps that was cataracts...After a brief consult with a specialist, we confirmed that AJ's vision was diminishing quickly as a result of fast progressing hereditary cataracts. If it weren't for bad luck, my little dingo would have no luck at all. It's not always been an smooth road, but after one big eye surgery, doggie PTSD therapy... and lots of love, my 8 year old senior citizen is living the good life.
Dogs love with "wreckless abandon", a rescue dog manages to redefine the term.