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It was the weekend before Halloween 2013 and I was visiting my sister in Henderson, NV, My sister, her friend and I had decided to go to the bakery to get donuts. On the way to the bakery we saw a dog running as if it was lost. My sister started to call the dog but she kept running so I yelled for the dog to “STOP”, it did, next I said “COME” in a firm voice and it did. There was no collar on her so we put her in the car with us and went to the bakery. My sister feed the dog six donut holes, which she loved. We keep the dog with us that night and she slept with me, the next morning, we took her to the vet to scan he for a chip which she had one. We called the owner and took the dog back to them, as we were leaving the dog began to follow us.
The next day I’m back in Phoenix and thinking about the dog, so I called the owner to ask about her and was informed that she was lost again. I immediately called my sister; she posted lost dog signs with her phone number because she discovered the owner had moved. I called the animal welfare in Henderson for three days hoping that she had been found or dropped off. On Wednesday an officer called because she was found.
For three days I called to find out if the owner had come to get her. On Halloween I decided to drive back to Henderson NV, that evening my sister and I removed the signs. On Friday morning I adopted DONUT and brought her to live with us here in Phoenix.
It was July 15th, 2012 when I heard the faint cries of a kitten while starting my daily walk. So being a cat lover, I shifted my routine map and followed the cries to the river across the street from our house and there, struggling in the water and mud was this tiny gray and white kitten, trying to get out of her predicament. I stepped in the water and scooped her out. She was breathing very heavy and I felt as if she was near the end of her life trying to save her own life. I immediately took her back home and got her cleaned up and dried off. She has never left my side since that day. She brings such joy to our lives and loves to play fetch! I am so glad I followed those tiny cries for help that day. I would do it again in a heartbeat!
I had moved to a new state, new job, new husband and my life was lonely. I saw Nova's photo online at a rescue group about 2 hours away. Once I met her I fell in love. We have been together for 12 years now. I rescused her after she was once in an abusive home, then lived in a car....she in turned helped me through a divorce and death of many close relatives. She is what I look forward to every day.
I'd been thinking about adopting a pug for a couple years, but wasn't sure I was ready for the commitment. I like to travel and often took last minute trips to visit friends around the country, and I didn't want my lifestyle to change. One day when I was browsing the adoptable pugs in my area on petfinder.com (as I did often), I saw this little rescue pug girl from South Korea with a wonky eye and lots of attitude and just knew she had to be mine. By the time I contacted the rescue, they told me there were 3 other families in line to meet her before me, but they would keep me posted if anything changed. I was disappointed, because I just knew there was no way that all 3 families wouldn't work out. As luck would have it, the day they called me to say I could meet her was the same day I was flying home to Kentucky because my father had a heart attack. I asked them if they could wait for me to return, but I understood if they couldn't. They did, and as soon as I got home from nursing my dad back to health, I went to meet what would soon become the love of my life. Within minutes she had crawled into my lap and fallen asleep, and her foster Mom said, "I think she knows you're her new Mom." She had apparently hidden and stayed far away from all the other potential adopters who came to meet her. It was meant to be that this little 14 lb, wonky-eyed, full of personality pug girl was mine. She came to live with me the next day. She's bossy, demanding, and also the sweetest snuggler I have ever met. My heart has never known such true, unconditional love. Adopting Sora was the best decision I've ever made. She's changed my life, in all the best ways possible!
One day in 1998 we were walking through the house we were about to close on when we heard a cat crying. We didn't know where it was coming from & took a few minutes to track the noise to the kitchen cupboards. We finally found that it was coming from inside the corner where we had no access to. We went to the neighbor & borrowed a hammer & started pulling the board out. Once we broke through we pulled out the tiniest kitten. She had just opened her eyes so she was just about 2 weeks old. We bottle fed her & raised her to be a loving lap cat. We named her Cubby because we pulled her from the cupboard. In 2001 our twin daughters were born. One of the girls had bad reflux & spit up allot. One night the girls were sleeping in their crib next to my bed & Cubby started meowing & walking on me until I woke up. Once she got us awake she immediately jumped into the crib which she had never done before or since. When I looked over one of the girls was blue. She had spit up & was choking. Had Cubby not done what she did our daughter would have died. We are so grateful that she saved our daughters life.
When my 13 year old dog, Spirit, died, my parents said "no more pets". As an animal lover, I was heartbroken. Nothing is better than a playful bark and slobbery toy tossed in your lap or the antics of a purr-machine.
A month later, my father was diagnosed with cancer. It wasn't fair that Spirit was gone when we needed him so badly. Months passed quickly in this surreal world.I graduated college and didn't even care.
He got worse, and I simply said, "I won't survive this without a pet". I was "just looking" at cats visiting from a shelter in the pet store. I saw soft black fur and bright green eyes, fell in love, and picked him up the very next day. Binx adapted beautifully and promptly chose me as his human. My daddy passed a few days later. I would not have survived without Binx and his quiet, loving presence.
Fate thought I could use another cat. While walking one night, I called to a cat in the street and she hopped right over to me like an excited bunny and purred as I pet her. I could feel her bony frame. I happened to have my carrier in my car (coincidence?) It took some doing to get her in but she never scratched or hissed. I swore to my mom that I'd find her a home. I quarantined her in a bathroom and she devours a ton of food and water before rubbing on my legs and purring. My mom decided the cat is sleeping in her room. The next morning she asked, "what are we going to do?" I replied, "I guess we're keeping her."
Amelia is now healthy and generally an adorable nightmare. Her greatest joys are ambushing Binx and watching the toilet being flushed. She LOVES us and the comfort of being indoors. Amelia was the girl who waited for someone to stop and take her to her forever home.
My mom gets better each day. They keep her smiling and laughing and they are a great comfort to me. Who rescued who?
I am 28 years old and as long as I can remember we have always had cats ALL of them have been rescue or SPCA cats that need good loving homes because this is just the right thing to do as far as my family and I are concerned.
So about a year ago this Christmas my parents and I went to the Abbotsford SPCA and talked to the manager Jodi who has known of us since we have adopted another cat that my parents currently have his name is shadow and he is a loving black kitty............ but I had been living alone and desperately wanted a furry friend that I could spoiled when I went in the back room it was so hard to choose just one because there are so many that need a loving home but, one stood out to me he was big and grey white a white fluffy belly he had just come in awhile ago and had some health problems and Jodi had approved me to adopt my new cat of 2 years old but had said that I could leave him there until he was done some follow up treatments but, I fell in love with him and took him home that second I took him to a vet and got him all better and ever since he has been the sunshine in my life and my best friend I love "Jingles" with all my heart and would do anything to keep him safe and well and happy this year it will be our second Christmas together and many more to come after this
So please help a pet in need or adopt a pet from a shelter or SPCA's the pets there need us they need to be loved if you cant have a pet please support your local SPCA's or shelters to be as happy as I am today thank you
When I moved into my home in March 2013, Dixie (German-Shepherd/Bull mastiff mix) lived in a pen outside next door. She was always barking, and when I adopted my Danny-Boy (also a rescue), she would foam at the mouth and try to chew through her fence to get to him. I noticed her owners hardly ever fed or watered her, so with their permission, I started feeding her myself. After a few weeks, Danny-Boy would get down into his play stance (we all know this stance when they have their chest on the ground and butt up in the air) and dart around her fence with her chasing him. I asked the owner's permission to play with her, and to teach her basic obedience. She loved it. Eventually, I ended up talking the owner into giving her to me. "You don't feed her, you don't play with her, and you don't care for her. Let me give her what you can't give her." To my relief, my neighbor gave her up without a fight. I took her in with the intent to place her in a good home, but my live-in boyfriend had her housebroken within a matter of days. It has been almost 4 months now, and I can let her out into the backyard to run and play without a tie-out because she comes on command every single time. She's so thankful to have a warm place to sleep at night and now that she's figured out how to jump up on our bed, it seems as if she's afraid to let us out of her sight sometimes. We are humbled to witness such a transformation and to know that we are the reason why she is super happy today. Dixie is the tan and black dog in the picture. Danny-Boy is the smaller tan one. Both are rescues. Both are incredibly loved.
While driving home in October I approached what looked like a peice of paper . As I drove by I thought I saw wings move. I went back to explore closer. I saw a little bird laying on it's back in the street. I felt so sorry for it because it was still alive but couldn't flip off of it's back. I didn't want it to get run over or eaten by an animal. It didn't appear hurt but couldn't fly, I wanted it to die in peace if it was going to die. I got a piece of paper, scooped up the bird, placed it right side up in a little box with a lid in my trunk and took it home not knowing what to do. Once home, I picked the bird up and he still wasn't able to fly. When I saw it panting I gave it a few drops of water from a spoon. There was a small empty terarium on my deck, so I decided to put the bird inside with some water and cracker crumbs until I could buy bird seed. I wanted to keep it inside but I have a cat!! After placing the bird righside up in the terarium, I Googled to find out what type of bird it was and found it was a House Wren. Before leaving to get the bird seed I prayed that the bird would improve or live until I got back. I went out to check the bird once more before leaving. It started flapping it's wings and before I could catch it, it flew out of the terarium up to a tree and then on the ground. I was so happy the bird was okay. When I went to approach the tree to be sure the bird was okay it flew away swooping around before it landed some distance away. I guess it fell on it's back and had the wind knocked out of it. I was happy about my good deed in helping and protecting one of God's creatures. It made my day!
Fate can be a funny thing for a dog or cat looking for a “forever home” for the third time. . .
This is the story of a cat named Selene. My husband and I adopted her from a no kill shelter shortly after our beloved Zeus passed away. We were heartbroken and so was our other cat, Apollo. We saw how lonesome he was, so we started our search for a companion kitty.
At the shelter, we found Selene alone inside a cage. Selene was a very friendly girl and would purr the minute someone petted her. She was about 7 or 8 years old—a difficult age to place in a home. We inquired about her and were told she didn't like the other "shelter cats" very well and, she could have some long-term health challenges. As I held her in my arms, it was sad to think she was looking for her “forever home” for a third time--adopted out twice and returned each time. You knew she remembered a previous home where she could sit in the window sill and enjoy the sunshine and fresh air. My husband and I felt sorry for her and adopted her that day!
The vet confirmed Selene has early stages of kidney disease and a heart murmur. She will be on kidney medication for the rest of her life, and the heart murmur needs checking every 4-6 months. My husband and I made the commitment to give her the best life possible. She again has a window sill to enjoy the sunshine and fresh air and lots of love.
Selene was not the right companion kitty for Apollo. She chooses to be very snappy with him whenever he comes around. We discovered she can be a little diva too and expects to have things her way! We feel bad for Apollo he doesn't have the buddy he wanted but, for now, both cats are happy and healthy and will make this strange living arrangement work.
Please consider a “mature cat” for your next adoption. They need love and sunshine too!