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Buddy, a black cocker spaniel, had been abandoned at the city animal shelter twice within four years. I had just become a foster home and Buddy was my first foster pooch. After several weeks, I was able to find a home for him but a month later the family called and said they could not keep him. Of course, I took him back and promised him he wouldn't be abandoned again! Buddy gets along wonderfully with my two miniature dachsies like the three musketeers!
We were heart-broken when we lost our beloved Minnie, an abandoned mama dog we adopted 8 years ago from our local shelter. She was skin and bones when she came to live with us having been found homeless with 9 newborn pups to feed. We fostered Minnie and her pups and kept her when the puppies were adopted out by the shelter. She gladly took on the role of surrogate mama when we brought home a rowdy golden retriever puppy and she saved us all one night waking me up when our furnace caught on fire and filled our house with deadly smoke while we were sleeping. Last December, she developed kidney failure and before we knew it she was gone. After searching PetFinder.com for months and I spotted this puppy and knew I'd found her successor. We named her Minnie II and when the vet said she was probably born in December we were sure old Minnie sent this sweet puppy down as her replacement when she reached her forever home in Heaven. Minnie II is pictured here with a photo of our first Minnie.
Roxy was adopted from the Aisle of Wight, VA. dog shelter, by a very nice military couple. He was re-assigned to Japan and Roxy couldn't go with them. We adopted her before she ended up having to go back to the dog shelter and start over again . She was 9 months old and has been with us for almost 2 years now. She is a prescious little girl and has a very special bond with her adopted brother, Duncan.
Duncan was adopted from the Portsmouth, VA. Humane Society. His previous owner badly abused him, beating and kicking him. Duncan was kept tied outside, for just about the first 2 years of his life. He was kept in a yard with no shelter and with 2 large dogs. Duncan had to fight for his food every day and only weighed 27 pounds when we adopted him. He had the scars on his head and ears to show how he had to fight. We saw this cute little guy and fell in love with him right away. We took him home that day.
Duncan didn't even know how to walk up steps to get into the house. He couldn't get up into a car. He was so scared to walk into the house. We had to carry him all around for the first few days. His adopted sister Roxy helped him more than we could have ever imagined. She showed him how to walk up the stairs and that it was ok to come into the house. She even taught him how to get into the car. They love each other and have the strongest bond you could ever imagine. Duncan is still timid of men, but he loves to go to the dog park and to play with his sister.
After losing my two precious babies suddenly one month apart at the age of 14, I thought I would never recover. My husband and I decided after 4 months that is was time to adopt two more kitties. Our hearts were broken and needed new babies to help our grieving. We have so much love to give, not having human children of our own. So we went to our local county animal shelter looking for our new loves. As my husband passed one cage, a paw came out and grabbed him by the shirt sleeve. The volunteer opened the cage so we could hold her and her sister. They were four months old, very tiny, and very sick. As we held them, the baby my husband was holding gave him a kiss, and the one I was holding licked the tears off my cheek. We looked at the card on their cage, which said they would be "put down" THAT DAY if not adopted. Our minds were made up instantly! A week later we picked them up from the vet. It took a while to nurse them back to health, but love is very powerful. Today we are one big happy family, and they are healthy and oh so spoiled.
I found Oliver on Kijiji... his first Mum and Dad had to find a new home for him because they were moving to a place which did not allow pets. Next stop: Animal Services. They had a 1 bedroom apartment, and I took him home to my 2 storey semi, where he promptly hid in the basement for almost a month. Eventually he came out and got to know our Golden, Molson and our other cat, Courtney. He loves to doze on the back of the sofa, or keep me company purring beside my pillow at night.
Mickie was a stray. We think that she's a Jack Russell/Chihuahua mix. When we found her at the Kauai Humane Society, she was about six months old. Three and a half years later, we can't imagine life without her. She is very affectionate, intelligent, and energetic. She loves to hike, fetch, and ride on the back of our motorcycle.
She was an "outlaw on the run", found feral in the back alleys of Denver and hauled off to "jail" (Cat Care Society Shelter) where her wounds were healed and food plentiful. When we entered her play area to have a closer look, she velcroed herself to us, and well, we had to take her home. She is now 15 months and because of her notorious kittenhood of fending for herself on the streets, she behaves somewhat like a border collie, keeping track of everyone's location from points on high above the kitchen cabinets. "Pearl" is affectionate but won't lower herself to actually cuddle yet. Perhaps in time. Nonetheless, she's gone straight, no longer an outlaw on the run. She has found her forever home.
It was the hottest day of the year. My boyfriend's brothers were riding their bikes downtown and ended up riding down a side street. They passed a cardboard box sitting on the sidewalk. They heard something coming from inside the box and opened it to find 2 small kittens with no food or water... just a blanket and a toy there. They took the box home and news among friends spread. I lost my cat 3 years before and didn't think I could have another one because my dad is allergic. We brought them to my house to play with them and show them to my parents. We fed them canned chicken and milk. They were so cute and I wanted one. I had to talk my parents into letting me have one which obviously worked because I am now loving and caring for him 3 years later.
Her Mama birthed her little family in the front seat of a Caterpillar tractor that was on-site in the housing buildup around Las Vegas. When the tractor was loaded up on a semi trailer to be housed in a warehouse in town, Mama cat leaped out with the other babies we later found out from the owner/driver.
Talma was found, howling up a storm, by my daughter, who was working in a warehouse space next door setting up a Halloween Haunted House. The kitten was up in the engine of the Caterpillar covered in motor grease.
She put her in an office room nearby where she was working only to come back and hear her again howling because she had gotten into an open desk drawer and it closed shut with her!
She has been my best friend for over 10 years now and with her being so very vocal and talks a lot still, I am proud that I have taught her to say Mama and she says it very clearly!
Clever girl she is.
Esther showed up on a cold afternoon and so I let her in to get warm. She curled up in a ball in my lap and went to sleep. Before dark, I let her out to go home but she returned so I let her in again not wanting her to get cold during the night. This went on for weeks as I searched for her home. One morning standing on the back porch watching she and my other 2 Boston's play, Esther ran and fell down the back stairs. I got to her and found her front legs were just hanging and broken. I rushed her to the vet and it was confirmed she needed surgery that I just couldn't afford. The vet said he could try casts and would know in 3 weeks if that would work, so I decided to try and take care of her as she would be totally dependant on me. In the course of her hospital stay the vet recognized her and called her owners, who told them to put her down. The vet offered her to me then. She did well in the casts for 8 weeks and now life wouldn't be the same without her - that was 4 years ago!!. She walks on her back legs most of the time and when she runs she has a bunny hop, so of course people just fall in love with her when they meet her. She's my Baby "Queen" Esther.