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The greatest Great Pyrenees

Frasier was a 10-mo-old sickly puppy that a neighbor needed to rehome, so my husband and I adopted him as our sole pet. Being small for his breed, he exuded a take-charge Napoleonic attitude, and ran our household on his schedule. When I underwent chemotherapy for breast cancer, he became a devoted support: sleeping against me at night, waking me every morning for his first of many walks, and insisting on his meals at fixed times. Catering to Frasier's schedule, my 6-mo regimen went by so uneventfully that my oncologist made me a benchmark for his patients, and he then recommended adoption of a needy pet to all his patients to accompany them through their treatment plan. Frasier lived to 13 years, and even though we've later adopted other Pyrs, he was the best and most loved of them all.

Christine Rupp
Pittsburgh, PA

Sweet Silly Girl

We heard Lucy's sad story and went to meet her. She didn't pay us much attention but we wanted to give her a happy home. She was given up for adoption when her first dad had a stroke. She was then adopted several times but always brought back. She even tried a foster home but that didn't work out either. By the time we adopted her, she had closed her personality, just waiting for us to bring her back as well. She did test us, but we had already committed to her and wouldn't give up on her for anything. Slowly she opened up to us and became a sweet, silly, lovable girl. We are so glad that we gave her the time she needed to feel comfortable with us and to know she had found her forever home. Give a newly adopted friend time to blossom with your love.

Madison, WI

Nipper was left alone

Nipper was no young puppy, but by no means over the hill , at 7 years old when his owner passed.

Distressed confused and consequently shedding hair he was a sad and scraggy sight when he enventually arrived at the Leicester Animal Rescue site.

Mrs P, had just lost her previous rescue dog but at eighty could still offer a loving home to an older dog.

The “stars aligned “ Mrs P. and Nipper arrived at LAR almost the same time and that was that.

Nipper has his forever home. Lots of love and attention. Don’t let the name fool you he is one snuggle bunny.

Mrs P has a loving companion and great security guard and a life full of meaning and laughter.

They both fill the others needs at an older age.

Please consider an older dog who may , like Nipper, have been berieved and are now alone.

Remember YOU are never too old to rescue and give and receive love in return.

Heather Follis
Leicester, United Kingdom

Magic and Sassy

Magic and Sassy came to live with us in December 2001 when they were both abut 6-8 months old. We adopted them at the same time from the Mohawk-Hudson Humans Society shelter, but they were not a bonded pair. They never really did become bonded, but they tolerated each other most of the time. I guess you could say they happily co-existed. Magic (the black one) was great at playing fetch and was very demanding when she wanted a door or window opened. Sassy (with the brown/grey stripes) loved carrying socks and foam balls around the house, meowing as loud as she could even with her mouth full. Both loved drinking from the bathroom sink and then sitting in the sink. Sometimes Magic would see me heading to the bathroom and race me to the sink. They were both very sweet and loving. Magic passed over the rainbow bridge in March of 2018, and Sassy followed her in June. We were lucky to have loved them for 17 years. The house feels very empty without them.

Albany, NY


Teddy was rescued from a puppy mill when he was 5 years old. He was given to a rescue shelter that I was a volunteer at. He was so terrified of people that he wouldn't let anyone near him. The shelter was doing an adoption event just a few days after they received Teddy and they decided to take him to the event. I was volunteering at the event and I tried to get him out of the cage to go potty. He couldn't figure out how to get out of the cage or walk on a leash. I worked with him and got him to a point where he could do both. He had only one person interested in him and it was a pregnant woman with a 3 year old. I knew that would not be a good situation for him so she was told no. We ended up taking him back to the shelter and from that moment on whenever I would go there he would follow me around barking. He would whine and cry when I left and after 3 days I was not able to leave him. He picked me to be his mom and I gladly accepted. It was not an easy transition for him as he had never been in a house but with a lot of work, time and love he eventually settled in. He had an untreated thyroid condition and had to have most of his teeth pulled. He had to wear undies as he never got over his marking instinct but he didn't mind.In July 2016 when he was 11 he was diagnosed with Chronic Heart Failure and was given about a week to live. He was a fighter and made it until June 8, 2018 when his heart gave out. I had never had a puppy mill dog but I would gladly have another one. They are a lot of work but Teddy gave so much unconditional love -I think because he was happy to have been rescued. I miss him so much and am grateful he was mine!

Lori S
Murray, UT

Stewie the Lifesaver

We went to the shelter looking to bring another little bundle of love home. Walking along the rows of kennels this little Chihuahua mix caught my eye. I put my hand down so he could sniff it and to my surprise he reached through the slats of his kennel grabbed my hand between his paws, held on, and started licking my hand; then did the same thing to my husband and daughter. He had been at the shelter for almost two months. We could not believe someone else didn’t want to take this sweet little guy home. We adopted him immediately, but had to wait a few days to bring him home so he could be neutered. We changed his name to Stewie. Once home he fit right in with our other animals and immediately became the “caretaker.” Stewie is always checking on everyone and is constantly by our sides. He is so grateful for his forever home. He jumps up and down excitedly twice a day as we are preparing his food as if he still can’t believe his luck. We adopted him in August of 2014. In November of 2017 Stewie started to sniff me really hard in one spot, was very insistent and did this daily for two weeks. While there is no history of breast cancer in my family and I did not feel a lump, I decided I had better get it checked out. Sure enough in that exact spot they found a tumor and I was diagnosed with Stage I breast cancer. My family and I will be forever grateful to our little Stewie for saving my life. Without him I would not have gone to the doctor and it may have been discovered too late. We saved him from the shelter, but really Stewie saved me! What a little hero. I cannot say enough about adopting an animal from the shelter. It is such a fulfilling and heartwarming experience. They have so much love to give. Save a life … you will receive so much unconditional love in return.

Orange County, CA

A Street Dog we Named Chooky

Myself and my husband traveled through Europe in our campervan last year, but soon realised the dia situation for dogs once we crossed the border into Romania. There were stray dogs everywhere, struggling to survive, dodge traffic, fend off abuse, suffering from injuries and disease and worst of all trying to avoid the public kill shelter dog catchers.

We could not ignore the problem any longer when we came across a sandy coloured stray dog hanging outside a bar. She looked just like my childhood dog Sasha, but seemed to have poop on her head.

However, when this friendly girl came over for a stroke, we could see it was actually a huge dark scar. More worryingly, there was also a large growth on the side of her head. The bar manager said that she had been abandoned there a year ago. We decided to help this sweet girl. But how?

We researched online, and came across Barking Mad Dog Rescue, a UK registered charity, and contacted them for help. They were amazing; offered their vet, to look after her in their shelter, and find her a forever home. We just had to get her to their shelter. We had named her Chooky (after the beer, Ciucas, we were drinking when we met her).

The day and a half journey across Romania to get her to the shelter was quite an experience. In this duration we tried to get a collar on, (somewhat) lead trained her, slept with her in our campervan, and shared tons of cuddles and strokes. We fell in love with the dreadlocked matted furball. 3 months later Chooky came to the UK to live with us. She has had the lump removed and has taken over the best sofa in the house. She deserves it.

Jessica D'Souza
Oxfordshire, United Kingdom

Sammy Will Run Away!!

After we lost two fur babies in a short period of time, my husband and I decided to look at a local shelter to see what was available. We found this adorable Jack Russell and decided to adopt him. They told us that, if turned loose, he would definitely run away, so we should keep him on a lease at all times. So home we came with our new Sammy. Since we live in the country at the end of a dead end road surrounded by farm land, we only kept him on a lease for a couple of days. After that, he learned the routine from the other members of our pack (we had 4 other dogs at the time). He loved the country life and being able to run and play with all his furry siblings. We couldn't have run him off if we tried. All we had to do was call his name and he would come running.

There is usually a good reason for a dog to run away. If you provide a loving environment for them, they will stay because they love you and feel safe. Of course, there are different rules for different situations. Country life is different from city life, so make sure your babies are safe. Adopt a fur baby if you have a place in your heart. You won't regret it and neither will they..

D Hinton
Portland, TN

Tuff Beginning

One day my husband and I were at the local shelter to find a cat. While we were in the cat room, a young woman with two small children brought in a Boston Terrier mix puppy about 6 month old to drop off. She would not fill out any paperwork (required for a drop off) and argued for several minutes with the staff. You could tell by her actions that the next stop for that pup was the side of the road, if they wouldn't take him. So I looked at my husband and he gave me the nod. I went up to her and told her "Just give him to me. I will give him a good home and you won't have to fill out any papers."

So that is how we added Tuffy to our "herd". After a vet visit, we found out that he was indeed about six months old and had a fairly bad case of mange. But it was treatable. From that day until the day my husband died, Tuffy was glued to my husband's leg. Now he stays close to me and I love him. He is our little Velcro dog.

D Hinton
Portland, TN

He arrived in the neighborhood because the neighbors cat was in heat

Six months later, he was still here, despite the fact I was not feeding him and was actively discouraging him from staying. The final straw was when he was on my feet in the morning, having figured out how to work the kitty door.

"To animal control with you," I firmly told myself, and easily captured him in my trap.

I sent him off with a check toward adoption fees and his history. I gave him the name of William because he was so sweet. I felt crappy doing it; there were already more furry denizens than humans, and I was becoming a crazy cat lady.

Ten days later, I received a telephone call from our local animal rescue that interfaces with animal control. They know who I am because I had donated items to their annual fundraisers in the past. The rescuer told me that the cat I had sent had been deemed a feral, had bitten someone, and was going to be put down.

It turned out in the ten days he was in a kennel, he would only hiss at everyone who attempted to interact with him, and was deemed non-adoptable. The situation was grim.

The woman from the rescue society offered to have him fixed and asked if I would foster him until he found a home. A few days later, a neutered, ear-mite treated, flea-treated, rabies-vaccinated William returned and was released in my back yard.

I didn't see him for a few days, and when I finally did, it was on the roof of my flat-top shed. I had to put his food up there. He didn't really trust me right then. When he did, I brought him in to work on his manners, and found perfect potty box attendance, no food aggression, and no paw-eye coordination.

Shortly thereafter, the rescuer called again; she had placement for him as a barn cat. Given he couldn't track a TOY mouse, I knew that was doomed.

I found he is a Siberian, and renamed him Willie-Bear. "Bear" is 24 inches, 16 pounds of headbutts and goofy love.

Eureka, CA
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