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on july 2nd, 2010, 1 was walking along a path next to some woods, near a creek, at christian park (indianapolis, indiana), when i noticed two eyes looking up at me. it was a small kitten. i thought it had strolled there from some nearby houses. then i noticed three more sets of eyes, next to a trash bag. someone had thrown these precious babies into the woods, in the trash bag. knowing that they wouldn't survive the night, i took the four kittens home.
the kittens were a mess, but all in all, they were in great shape! they had not been hurt, or abused. i shaved them, to remove fleas, took them to the vet, got their shots, & now the kittens are ready to live long happy lives!
i plan to have them spayed/neutered, & then give them to my friends. that way, i'll be able to keep tabs on these precious little treasures! :-)
finding 4 kittens, & taking care of them: $600, so far.
saving 4 kittens lives, priceless!!! :-)=)
I'm a dog lover, so I think nothing of walking through a strange pound just to see how they're maintained and pour my heart out to all the animals I can't adopt. I was dog-less when I first walked into what is now my county Humane Society, but I had no intention to adopt yet. I love big dogs, and my lease at the time didn't allow anything over 25 lbs. Nevertheless, I wandered through the small/medium dog section. It was a typical sight, kennels of scared dogs either cowering in the corner or barking like crazy at their gates...all but one in the middle. He just sat there calmly at the gate and stared at me. An extended hand received a gentle lick. Next to his ID card was another: "Returned - Not good with kids." I continued to browse, looking back when I'd been through the room, and he was still sitting there watching me. My emotional wall cracked...I left to get a wire crate and brought home the 11 month-old pup.
Even though I lived alone, I have a violent temper, so I questioned the adoption. It didn't take long to realize he'd been beaten, so we became therapy for each other...to gain his trust, I couldn't lay a mean hand on him. He needed nothing more than a stern tone of voice for correction, and he learned fast, willing to please.
I've since moved (my fiance and I bought a house), and Logan remains my favorite of our pack now of 4 dogs and 2 cats (all are rescues in a sense.) Spoiled rotten, he lives for walks, rides in the car, and, most of all, ice cream! His favorite spot? On top of the pillows on my bed.
He'll be 10 this year.
I lost my gorgeous cat Harley two weeks ago, whom I'd adopted when she was a kitten in 2008 and who was a great friend for two years; she was hit by a car. After realising that an empty house would be too much to deal with, I contacted the Lost Dogs' Home, who just happened to have a two year old female cat available for adoption. Claudia was the only one left; she was a stray, and had been there for over a week without being claimed or adopted. It was an uncanny sort of symmetry, and seemed meant to be! She was happy to go home with me and has settled in beautifully. She's a really delightful, affectionate girl and it's hard to believe no-one else wanted to adopt her - but lucky for me they didn't!
Marvetta was a poor little "Starvin Marvin" (or so we thought) that showed up as a stray back in 1998. She would eat and eat and eat until she finally became fat and sassy. Soon I realized that she was not just fat...but pregnant! She gave birth to her kittens in a hidden location and kept them well hidden till they were about 3 weeks old when we finally found them! We live in the country and have 2 barns...she had them hidden in one of the barns. I brought them all up to the house then. The 3 babies grew up strong and healthy!
Marvetta became a wonderful, loving pet, and we had her until just about a month ago when she died. She had hyperthyroid and was being treated, but for an unknown reason she ran off one day and my husband found her body down by the barn she gave birth to her kittens in. I miss her very much and will never forget her!
Late one night in 1992, something caught my eye on the side of the road. Looking in the rearview, I saw a tri-color ball of fluff peeking out of the tall grass. She was all eyes and fur back then, covered with dirt, with buckshot wounds in her chest, and scared to death. She was about 3 months old. Surprisingly, she came to me readily enough when I talked to her and, when I asked if she wanted to go home, she jumped straight in the car. Little did I know that when I saved her, she would return the favor a thousand times and then some. I am a veteran with PTSD, and Maggie quickly became an unofficial "Service" dog. I discovered that I could cope with everyday situations (and some not so everyday) that had given me trouble before. Crowded, busy places weren't so disturbing, and the house wasn't so empty and unnerving any more. Maggie went everywhere with me. She worked at my side on jobs that would allow it and waited patiently for me to come home from jobs that wouldn't. She saved my life literally on two occasions, and figuratively more times than I can count. Unfortunately, arthritis and age began to catch up with her a few years ago. Last year, when it became obvious that we had tried everything to manage her pain and mobility issues and nothing was working, we had to make the most painful decision of our lives. Maggie is and will always be greatly missed, but I wouldn't have missed it for the world. A little dog rescued from the ditch? Yes, but she was also a Rescuer with a heart as big as the sky.
I was looking to get a kitten when a neighbor said she had found a small kitty abandoned in her back yard and didn't know what to do with it. When I got her she was covered in fleas, both eyes crusted over with infection, coughing and sneezing with a runny nose. I took her to the Vet for medication for her eye and respiratory infections. The Vet said she was about two weeks old. For the next two weeks of her life, I was her Momma feeding her replacement formula every two hours and cleaning her just like her real Momma would. I held Misty all the time close to my heart for warmth and companionship. As she grew up, she became my heart's joy. She always seemed to remember the time that she was hungry, cold and sick and that I was the one that rescued her. Whenever I was sad, she would climb on my lap, stand up so that she was facing me, put a paw on my cheek and talk to me like she was saying "What's wrong Momma? Don't be sad, I love you." Her favorite place to sleep was on my chest with her face snuggled in to my neck and she would purr like an engine. I have never had a pet that loved me as much as Misty. I lost my little girl to CRF on May 3rd of this year and to this day I miss her and cry over my loss. She was a beautiful and sweet angel that blessed my life.
In July of 1996 I adopted this cute fuzzy thing and she earned the name "Precious". I have had animals as part of me all my life, but this one was different. One thing was the precious princess would not tolerate getting her feet wet, in fact one time she played mule for 3 days before doing her duty. She would run and play with kids and other dogs with one minor detail, the edge of the lawn was her boundary before hidden fences and without a leash or runner. She never strayed once in over 14 years and always without any training. Any animal who came to visit us, whether canine or feline was her friend. My cats would lay with her to snooze, guess they knew a safe spot when they sensed it. This is more of a grieving for a best friend lost as about 6 weeks ago, Precious slowed way down and did not want to move a lot. But she seemed to hang in there though and I knew her time was short. On the 12th of July I laid down on the floor and hugged her and loved on her and told her, Precious if you are fighting to stay close it is okay, you have been a best friend a person could have and given the most love anyone could ask for. At 200 am I woke to her breathing changing, I laid with her on my lap and held her, she gave her last breath at 945 am, in the spot she loved the most even though at 45 pounds, she was a big lap dog. Precious I love you and thank you for your devotion. And this from a "shelter Dog"
A holiday festival in Greenville, MS., turned out to be the best one. While taking a break from our booth, my husband and I were checking out the other booths when we came upon this white ball of fluff. The folks from the Leland animal shelter were doing a pet adoption, and I couldn't believe this pretty little girl didn't have a home. Needless to say, it was love at first sight for all three of us. Sadie finally could rest easy; she had a home for keeps.
We adopted Taloose and Layla 7 years ago at a gas station from an ad in the newspaper. They were both 4 weeks old, terrified and underfed and looked terribly neglected. The mother was "hit by a car".
So far in the 7 years of their life Taloose has been to the vet twice, once for a UTI and the second time for being so terribly bone skinny and because she needed to be fixed. It turned out Taloose had a "false pregnancy" and her uterus grew to 3 times it's size and was causing her horrible pain, if we hadn't taken her that very day she would've died. They even showed my mother the uterus and compared it to Layla's normal sized uterus.
Layla has been to the vet just once, to get fixed after having 4 sweet little kittens we sadly had to give away to warm homes after being a little overwhelmed in a one-bedroom apartment.
Taloose and Layla are currently beautiful, healthy and wise and have faithfully stayed with us for all 7 years, 3 apartment moves and hopefully for all the years to come, and our trip to another state! These cats are so sweet and intelligent and nothing can ever come close to the experiences we've had with them.
Taloose is the white and black calico and Layla is the tortoiseshell.
The Canine Chaos Crew consists of 1 Husky-Labrador, 2 Corgi-Dachshunds, 1 Golden Retriever and the newest arrival 1 Beagle - and 2 cats that are honorary canines. All free to a good home, destined for the pound or euthanasia. All special needs ranging from 7 months to 9 years.
They were "stupid, untrainable and defective." They ARE, loving, intelligent, funny and heroic. The Husky-Lab has defended me 3 times from peril. Oh there are days of exasperation like when the Golden ate the sofa. However the rewards of what they give back by far outweigh anything they have taken.