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My best friend's mother had taken in a pregnant stray mother cat, who was so sweet and so hungry that she ended up staying there until she had her kittens. My husband now (who was my friend at the time) had just lost his childhood cat Clarence whom he loved dearly, so I asked him if he would want one of these kittens and he agreed. Yeti was white with crystal blue eyes as a kitten, and an absolute terror! Marc (my husband) named him Yeti the Abominable Snow Kitty, and now at 15 pounds and 8 years old, he is big, fiesty, and still living up to his name, though his sweet side is just adorable! We couldn't imagine life without him, and he truly is our "baby". :o)
Frickolas was adopted about 4 years ago from a pet store. When adopted, there was this woman there that told us he was a special cat, yet she didn't even work at the store and they knew not who she was. Anyway, Frickolas's name at adoption was Nicholas and was a up for adoption and was about 2 years old. From day 1, he was a loving cat, that snored loudly. After a year he got sick and lost about half his body weight, was taken to a vet that diagnosed him with FIP and wanted to put him down as well as test all our other cats. After spending hundreds of dollars and investigating on the net what FIP was, we decided to bring him to another vet for diagnosis and they put him on pretizone and after a few weeks he gained back most of his weight and was actually spunky, having chased and caught a dove, which I had to save from his grasp. That was 3 years ago and other than having bowel issues every year or so, is a healthy loudly snoring lazy dude.
This is Frankie & Frisco. They were both abandoned & living off the street. They were both young pups at the time I found each of them. Now Frankie is 6 and Frisco is 9! They have brought tremendous joy to my life. Each dog is unique. I am grateful for each moment with them. They are happy, healthy and very loved.
On Superbowl sunday 2008 we anxiously awaited the arrival of Mike and Corey. Mike is a dog whisperer for Recycled Love, a rescue organization in Baltimore, MD. Pete, Casey and I were looking for a dog to come live with us. We had met several dogs already that didn't mesh with us. When they arrived we took a walk around the neighborhood to get Casey and Corey accustomed to one another. Then we went inside the house. Off leash, Corey made a circuit of the house and then settled down in the living room. (Yes, we kept Casey on leash for this part.) Within an hour, Mike was ready to leave without Corey and we were ready to watch the game with our new family member. Mike promised he would NOT send photos of Corey when he was first rescued, they are too disturbing. We needed to keep him on medication for a few months while he contiuned to heal, He was pronounced healthy and strong after three months. Corey and Casey quickly became accustomed to one another and our empty nest was full again. Recycled Love did a follow-up visit and decided we could keep him. We relocated to South Carolina and the dogs love their new back yard. You can see he is a happy boy now. Wonder how he'll like the boat?
I got my little girl from a rescue shelter about four years ago. She was rescued from animal control just hours before she was due to be put down and boy am I glad they did. While I have to admit, she was not the dog I went to get (she was my second choice) She was the dog for me and she must have known because she picked me. It's been love ever since.
I moved to MI for graduate school with my 10 year old Shiba Inu, Kayle. I realized she was lonely, having no friends to play with, and I was ready to expand our little family. So I went to a Last Chance Rescue adoptation. I saw a quiet, shy Aussie mutt and she snuggled into my chest. At that point I knew this pup, now called Izzy, was for me and Kayle. When she first arrived home, Kayle was unsure and did not want her to stay beyond the weekend. But, once Monday came, Kayle became a big sister and taught Izzy what I couldn't. Izzy might have been dumped at the side of the road when she was born but she snuggled her way into the hearts of both me and Kayle. She was shy and unsure and did not trust anyone. She followed me around afraid I would leave her. Now Izzy is happy, healthy, and coming out of her shell. Even though Izzy may not know it, instead of rescuing her, Izzy wound up rescuing both me and Kayle. She made Kayle a puppy again and brought love and laughter to our small but happy family!
Minnie was skin and bones when she showed up at my sister's house in Alabaster, AL right before Christmas, 2008, and wanted in the house. Tracy gave her food outside, but she said her own indoor cat was too neurotic to live with a stranger. The vet said Minnie was healthy, a year old, and spayed.
The days passed and no opportunities opened up for the very loving gray tabby kitten. I finally said my three huge cats would have to get used to Minnie, although it's more a case of her getting used to them. She is filled out now and happy in her home, and loves to sit in a sunny window, keeping tabs on her siblings. She may even grow to surpass them in size before she's through!
Will is a 1-year-old Lab/Border Collie mix that the Denver Dumb Friends League picked up as a stray. He had obviously run away from an abusive home, and he had quite a few behavioral and health problems. But now, only a few months after I adopted him, he's my perfect baby boy, and I wouldn't trade him for the world! It's amazing what a little love can do for an animal in need. I'm so glad I found Will. He has brought so much happiness and energy into our house, and we all love him so much.
When I found Noah at the MSPCA, I had lost my Misty to seizures the month before. My husband and I never could imagine we could love another cat as much as we did Misty but we do. He's a giant purr machine. He weighs in at a healthy 16 pounds. He was given up for whatever reason we don't know. He's the greatest joy in our lives. We can't imagine life without him. As you can see he enjoys a very relaxed life and he deserves it.
I've dreamt of having my own dog since early childhood.
When I finally passed all my exams, finished high school and passed entrance exams at the university, I could finally get one.
Of course it had to be a homeless one!
On May 2005 I made myself the best Mother's Day present ever! - I like to call my adopted treasure my son because of the date when I brought him home.
He didn't have much chance for adoption with all his health problems, age and lack of hope - he didn't even look at me untill they got him outside. I didn't know how ill he was then, it turned out he might not survive the next month... Well, it's been almost 4 years and - after a heart attack and many sad moments - he's still with me, I help him when he cannot climb the stairs or get on his favorite sofa, I am there for him when he feels pain or sometimes has to go out a couple of times in the middle of the night because of his bowels problems.
And he? He gives me unconditional love and makes me cherish our every day, he taught me how to appreciate every minute of life.
PS. He joined our cat, adopted a year before him:)