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My boyfriend and I had two dogs, who we loved very much, but I had space in my heart for one more. I'd always wanted to rescue a dog, so I started scanning local rescue organizations for someone special. I thought it would be challenging to choose - there were so many deserving animals looking for a forever home - but when I saw "Riley," I knew he was the one.
A spoodle (cocker spaniel/poodle mix) like my own dog, Riley came to us severely matted and covered in paint (we had no idea why). His neglect extended to his emotional well-being - he was mistrustful and possessive, quick to attack if a stranger so much as approached him too quickly or looked him in the eye. His rescuer told us he'd been saved from being put down, by recommendation of an "animal psychologist," just in the nick of time. No matter how long it took, I was determined to gain his trust back.
We decided to start fresh, renaming him Max and working with him, through special "reactive dog" classes, to shed his insecurity. Sure enough, in a few months' time, Max became the most loving, playful boy we'd ever seen. He especially loves his dad, and "hugs" him to sleep each night. He also has a strange habit of hanging out in the (empty) tub, which we think may be a behaviour left over from when he was abused/neglected. No matter what, Max Attacks (as we jokingly call him) will only feel love for the rest of his life!
After my kitty companion of 14 years passed away, my home was too silent. I could not stand it and turned to my friend who volunteered at a cat rescue. She quickly found a beautiful black and white, long-haired male cat named Panda who was being fostered at a nearby farm. Panda's story was a sad one. His original owner had a roommate who was allergic. He was sent to live with her parents who were not "cat people". He spent his days not quite being wanted and often hiding in the pocket of a pool table in the den. They finally brought him to a kill shelter and the wonderful people at the cat rescue saved him from an awful fate. He was being fostered with 2 little female cats who liked to chase him away from his food bowl...I don't think I'd ever seen such a skittish kitty! My mom and I finally got him into the carrier (that was an adventure in itself)! When I got him home he was a drooling mess and shot out of the carrier like a rocket. He raced upstairs and hid under my bed for the rest of the day...he finally came out and I cleaned him up. He is such an affectionate, sweet boy today and my little furbaby. He has huge eyes and always looks like he's 2 heartbeats away from a full fledged panic attack! He really is a well adjusted, happy guy. My house is no longer silent with his little paws racing through it...my Panda Bear has been with me for 4 years now and I can't imagine life without him!
6 years ago, my son and I went to our local shelter looking for an animal to adopt... He wanted a dog and so we went and looked but there wasn't any that seems interested in us. We were about to leave when I asked if we could see the cats; with a sigh he agreed. We went into this little room that held the cats and there she was. She was circling her kennel and sticking her paw out at us and just purring up a storm.
I looked at my son and he was all smiles, so I knew that we had a winner. She has been what we were needing to complete our home, She greets us every night with her myrriad of meows and purrs. Took her a little bit to get to this point where my son could pet her and now they are great buddies. I don't know what I would do if she wasn't a part of our little family. My son is the one who named her Miss Priss for the fact that she is very prissy in the things that she does... She sure does live up to her name.
My husband and I were driving home one day last Winter. It was pouring rain and as we drove past the local park, saw what looked to be a baby possum running frantically to hide from a group of crows swooping him. We immediately stopped the car and as we ran over to scare off the crows, realised this was in fact a tiny kitten who was bewildered with fright and soaking wet. It was easy to see the malnourished kitten had never known the warmth of kindness, as he tried to fight us off- spitting and howling. I ended up throwing my jumper over him and holding him close for the next few hours to calm him down!
This little kitten had such mistrust in people that he would spit, swipe and fluff his fur up anytime we tried to go near him, so we just kept persisting by leaving food and milk in our spare bedroom which he never ventured from. This went on for a week and then the most wonderful thing happened..
We were sitting in front of the TV and noticed our little kitten come ever so slowly out of his room, and sit a few metres from us for what seemed like hours. (You have to remember that this was tiny ball of anxiety and fear who wouldn’t let us go anywhere near him EVER.) To our complete surprise he then jumped up on my husband’s shoulder, snuggled in under his neck and purred SO loudly. It was the hugest breakthrough and since then we have never looked back.
Little Chino (he’s colouring is like a cappuccino, hence the name) is now very big, very happy and very much part of our little family. With patience and compassion, you can offer a wonderful new life to an unwanted, abandoned animal. And while initially it may be challenging- in return they are so grateful and will love you forever.
I went out to get something from my car and I heard the birds and this little meow it was little orange cat in the woods right bye the busy road. I took me four days to catch him this little guy survived three long night out with a big owl living in the area. Oliver found a tree hallow to take cover at night. When i did catch him his little paws where all scrape up the vet said that he was toss out of moving car and he was only 6 weeks old and weight a pound and half. Now Oliver has happy home with four other cat all found on the streets.
I work a lot of long hours and am subject to shift changes. This particualar weekend I was working midnights. I live alone and had considered adopting a cat after I was settled into my new home for companionship but was not quite ready. I had finally gotten home and had been in bed for about 2 hours when I received a call from my landlady saying that there was a cat in my building. She asked me to check it out and let her know. So, I go out and when I looked up the stairs there was this tiny kitten shivering on the top step. He was terrified. It took a while to catch him but when I did I put him in my bathtub.
I didnt know what to do. I decided to keep him for the day and then take him to a shelter in the morning. Needless to say that did not happen. I called my sister and picked her up from school since she was better at handling cats than me. We ended up at Walmart and bought everything for this kitten. He was named Stark before we even got back home. I took him to the vet the next day and he was malnourished and it looked like he had been kicked resulting in a limp The vet said I was his savior and that he probably would not have survived very long.
Stark has been with me for 6 months and has grown out of his limp. He is strong, healthy and playful and I think he saved me almost as surely as I saved him. I would not trade him for anything. He is part of my family.
After getting of work late at night, my boyfriend and I walk home, on the way home we hear a little cry, thinking its a baby crying, but then we noticed it sounds like a kitten cry but we didn't know where it was coming from so we start looking into people homes and we find ourselves in a backyard and hear the cries, we couldn't see because it was so dark that we had to use our DS for light and by some trash cans we saw a little baby kitten crying. Right away I pick him up and we looked around to see if there were others or a mama cat around but we didn't find nothing so we rushed home to get the kitten warm and called family to help us get formula. This was at 10 o'clock at night and everything is closed, so we had to check with emergency clinics and few of them were out of formula and finally found one that did! We went home and started feeding the little guy and started talking how a litter is never one kitten, so we head back to the location to see if can his home and nothing again, we noticed that there was a back gate to more trash cans, we looked around and to our surprise under some garbage bags were two more baby kittens. Then we knew that they weren't lost, they were thrown out like trash and the little baby kitten that was crying, crawl out of the trash can fell 4 feet down and crawl 40 feet from the trash can where we found crying.
I was heartbroken to know that there are people out in the world that would do that to newborn kittens, but we took them all in, it was hard for the first two months of feeding them every two hours but it was worth it. Even though my house is full with 4 cats of my own, we happily adopt them, we couldn't let them go. There happy and healthy now with there new siblings.
We got Myst just before I had to have major surgery. He was about 6 weeks old and feral. Our friend caught him and bought him over the next day wrapped in a towel. The kitten was terrified and was spitting and growling. The next day I let him out of the small holding cage and he disappeared in the house. I had surgery the next day and was gone for 5 days. When I came home, I asked my husband if the kitten was okay. He said he hadn't seen him but he had been eating and using the cat box. I was laying on the daybed and dozing. I felt something come up my left side and I thought it was one of the big cats. We had 5 rescues at that time. But it was the kitten. He proceeded to lay down with me and stay by my side. I guess he decided I was the one for him. He would constantly lay or sit where he could stare at me.
Myst was really skittish. Anybody came over and he was gone. My older boy didn't even know we had him until one day they had come in from Oregon and he saw him. He came and asked who was the white cat and when did we get him? We had already had him for about 6 yrs. He had been to the house before and never seen him. So he was really surprised. Myst gradually got better as he got older and started staying in the open when people came over. He slept with me every night. He didn't let people pick him up or pet him. Our best friend got surprised when he came over one day and Myst jumped in his lap. But that was only 1 of maybe a half dozen times, that Myst had ever done that. He wouldn't let my husband pet him.
He passed away 2 yrs ago now. I really miss him. He was my constant companion. He was there for me when I needed him.
For the first time in my life, as I was approaching 50, I had no pets.
From toddler age on, I’d had them - the family dog and a cat I got when I was nine who lived until my mid-twenties. After losing them, I'd had at least two cats and a dog adopted from the pound. At 40, I had four cats and a dog. Over the next few years, they succumbed to old age (all well into their teens), the last in her sleep at age 17.
After that, we had decided to go “pet-free, for a time anyway, with good reasons, including planning to move. We gave away the food dishes, toys, litter box, etc. A good idea . . . but I hated it! It felt like the life had gone out of our home.
Less than a month later, I kept hearing a cat meowing off somewhere. A cat stuck in a tree maybe, I investigated, when out of nowhere, a kitty darted to my side! Half-grown, short hair, fluffy tail, grey tabby markings. Very friendly, seemed healthy; must belong to someone. After petting her, I returned to the house, and she followed me every step! I let her in; we had no food for her, but she seemed content. (My SO got some cat food on her way home.)
We checked lost ads, and placed posters around the neighborhood with her photo. Much to my relief, no one claimed her! When my partner said she’d name her Lucy, I knew she was hooked, too! Life and light had returned to our home!
Lucy’s short fur grew out, and Lucy grew and grew, too! She’s about 15 pounds with long fur. She looks, sounds and acts like a Maine Coon, just no papers to prove it! She’s a sweetie! She sits at the end of our front walk, encouraging people walking by to pet her. And they do!
After we moved, we adopted another cat as Lucy’s companion. We have also since adopted not one, but three dogs! Our pet-free experiment was a resounding failure!
Sophie Cherry came into rescue through Austin Boxer Rescue in April of 2013 with her "mate" Zorro. They were owner surrenders because they were getting too old to breed (3-4 years old). Their first night in Austin was with my family. Sophie was scared and very submissive to Zorro so she hid when he tried to get her food. That night I witnessed sadness in an animal I hadn't seen before.
Sophie Cherry and Zorro went into foster care in different places. Zorro was adopted pretty quickly, but Sophie languished. She had tumors, needed to be spayed, was heart worm positive and very thin. Her fosters and I took turns caring for her. Finally in November of 2013, we just couldn't say no to her any longer. My family, including 2 small dogs and 2 cats, embraced her to the point that we couldn't say no. She was our Thanksgiving Turkey and Christmas Miracle all rolled up into one sweet, docile girl, long tail and all!
She has learned to relax and trust, never having to have litter after litter again. She is still a little fearful of men, but loves snuggling with boys and men in our house. She loves walks and bounces enthusiastically when her people arrive! When some of our family were sick recently, she went from couch to chair and back again checking on each one, giving each one a nuzzle and kiss. She has just started to vocalize, trying to talk to us, all the while wagging her long tail. Whatever she is trying to say, she is saying it with love!
Sophie is now healthy, living with cats and dogs, and awaiting heart worm treatment through Austin Boxer Rescue. She now has a chance to really live life, and live it to the fullest!
Rescue isn't just about saving lives. It's about giving lives.