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I had been waiting for my first dog for 10 years. Timing never seemed right. When my husband interviewed for his current position, it was over the period of three days, and during the final meeting with his department head, I received a text from him that read, “There is a dog here, come over.” A dog? In the office? I hurried over and there he was, my new little buddy. Buddy was found by my husband’s boss 2 weeks prior on the side of the road in the pouring rain. No one claimed him and he needed help. I fell in love immediately. He was so tiny, sweet and had the biggest brown eyes that would make any heart melt. She couldn’t keep him and my husband agreed he could be ours!
Buddy and I had become closer than ever! Buddy is the most affectionate dog I have ever met. Then it happened—only 10 days later, Buddy had an accident that resulted in his little leg being amputated.
It was a tough road at first but when I took Buddy in I was making a commitment to love him no matter what. I will honor my commitment to him and give him the best life possible.
I have come up with 3 ways Buddy’s life can impact this world: 1) It is my hope that proudly showcasing my little “tripawd” will help alleviate the stigma that surrounds 3-legged animals as invalids or “no good.” Buddy will show others that tripods can be happy and live a fulfilling life. Perhaps, this could save a dog’s life because someone would be willing to adopt a 3-legged animal when otherwise would not have due to fear. 2) Buddy can help teach kids that just because you look a little differently doesn’t mean you deserve to be treated any differently 3) Buddy can be used a therapy dog. I think patients can relate to Buddy since he too went through a hardship just like them.
I know Buddy’s little life will have purpose. I look forward to our journey together.
On July 19th 2013 we was driving home from a festival. It was close to 7 o'clock, and the light outside was turning to dusk. I thought I seen something in the middle of the highway. Of course the husband kept driving til I demeaned he turn around. He turned around about a quart of a mile away. Getting back to the point where I thought I seen something in the road, I noticed a very tiny kitten at the center line of the highway. Once I seen him a car went by, it barely missed the kitten and the wind from the car pushed him back. I don't even remember looking for oncoming vehicles. I picked up the poor kitten with servilely matted eyes, skin and bones and possible only 3 to 4 weeks old. I asked the house across the road if it was theirs, it was not. Took him to the vet for his eyes and a respiratory infection. Husband named his Champ cause he battled the cars on the highway and won. Champ is a medium haired, cream color cat now. He made it through a rough start in life. Champ's new best friend is a 9 week old puppy. He is a very quite boy, he don't meow, always our shadow, loves being close to us and a purr box. I'm so happy I seen him that day and was able to save his life.
Monday night my dogs were agitated barking at the back door but didn't go out the doggie door, so I went to see what the commotion was, there was a little calico cat on the step I went outside she started meowing very loud I picked her up she was emaciated and tiny probably maybe 8 to 10 months old we brought some food and water out for her but all she did was drink the water my wife brought a bed out for her and she curled up in it right on the step and slept there all night, the next morning I brought some canned food for her left some water and the bed when I came home from work she was still there so I took her to the Pet Refuge on Stony Lane in North Kingstown, RI, I asked them for some help with her I said my intention was to adopt her they took her in gave a warm place to lay and food and water and a litter box the next day they took her to the vet, I called later in the day they said she wasn't doing so good they had her in an incubator to stay warm, yesterday they said she was resting comfortably, today Pet Refuge called said she died, the vet thought she might have ingested some ant-freeze at least that little cat passed in a warm place near people who cared. I was going to name her 2C (2nd chance) too bad she never got one. Ufortunately I never got the chance to take a picture of my little 2C but the requirement was a picture so i posted this instead.
My boyfriend and I, on a whim, stopped by our local pet supply store when they were hosting an adoption day; we had no intention of bringing anyone home, but as we were walking in the door, a woman with a small box flagged us down. Inside the box were six tiny kittens; she explained that they had been found in the middle of the road, and she had no time for all of them. She asked if we would be interested in taking one home; I replied I would think about it and be back with an answer.
I placed a semi-frantic call to my mother (who I was still living with at the time) and explained the situation. I made a point of telling her that the kittens were small and would still need to be bottle-fed. Then I had to promise I would only bring one home, as my family already had three adult cats.
I immediately went back out to speak with the lady, and said that I would be thrilled to take one of them home. I studied the box for a few minutes, and settled on a tortoiseshell; I have a fondness for tortoiseshell cats, and I couldn't pass up the chance to take her home. She was skinny, scared and cold (a vet visit confirmed dehydration and fleas, of course, as well as a severe ear mite infection, but she was healthy otherwise), but as the months progressed she became an active, funny and personality-filled cat under my care.
It is hard to bottle-feed, but the result is so worth it - and you're saving a life, so don't let the responsibility put you off; you can end up with a friend for life!
They were dumped at 5 weeks old near my house. Roux and Rainbeaux. I call them Dobiemutts. Heard they were around a week before I found them starving eating bird seed in my yard. I had already had Dobermans and still had Anjing. She was getting old. I decided to adopt them both, otherwise I would have found homes for them like other dogs dumped by my house. Took them to the vet and fattened them up. They would foam at the mouth and throw up for the first year when I took them for a ride. Probably because their first ride was so traumatic when they were dumped. They realized we go do fun things and go HOME. Then if I left the door to the truck open, they would load up on their own. Sometimes it was really hot and I'd have to make them get out. And they're like "C'mon Mom, let's GO". My babies. Why do people throw away perfectly good dogs?
The three of us had soooo many good times. Boating, camping, hiking, the beach, the river, the lake, the mountains. Unless I had to fly somewhere, they went everywhere with me. Two of my best friends.
Had to help Rainbeaux cross over July 5th. Poor baby, her hips were shot, she couldn't really walk the last 10 days and she was in a lot of pain. OMG I can't think of anything harder than to make that kind of decision. The vet made it as easy as possible by coming out to my Jeep, with hugs, a clay pawprint, no charge and more hugs. Love you, Dr. Jackie. Still gets to me and probably always will. Rainbeaux is at peace now, running again in the fields of heaven, waiting for us. I KNOW that all dogs go to heaven!
Thank you God, Roux is still running around and frisky at almost 13. It would have been twice as terrible if they were both failing at the same time. We will always love you and miss you, Rainbeaux. See you again some day my darling.
In 1997 my roommate and I decided a new pet was in order after her old dog passed and I wanted a cat because they do better in apartments. At the Oakland, CA SPCA we walked into the cat room, which was full and loud with many cats meowing and reaching through the bars trying to get our attention. As I looked around the room I notice the back of a gray dilute tortiseshell much like one I had had in the past. She was ignoring us but I asked to see her. When she turned around she had the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen on a cat and I fell in love. I picked her up and she put her paws around my neck and held on. She was mine.
We were told she had been with a family for the first 18 months of her life, but the little girl in the family developed allergies and they had to let her go. She had been there a month and would not eat. She was laying there dying of a broken heart. They called her Sis and she was going to be put down if she didn't get adopted or if she didn't start eating. They let me have her that day because of the way she was holding on to me. My roommate filled out the paperwork so I wouldn't have to put her down. I held her for the most part of the next 6 months. Sis turned out to be a loud,sassy talker and I named her Murphy after Murphy Brown. She was with me for 16 yrs, in CA and in MO, and was the love of my life. She passed this past May and I will miss her for the rest of my life.
Oskar came to live with us when he was four months old. We have a whole pack of mini-Dachshunds, many of whom are animal-assisted therapy dogs. A work friend of my husband bought Oskar off the street from a stranger when he was two months old, just on a whim. But when they got him home, they discovered that Dachshunds are very stubborn, independent, smart, and definitely have minds of their own! These people had already owned one Dachsie, whom they didn't keep fenced here in rural Montana. She disappeared one day, probably fell victim to a coyote or froze to death. They got Oskar as a replacement, and then decided they didn't want him. They asked my husband if we would adopt him, and how could we say no? We certainly didn't need another dog, but this little guy needed a home where he was loved and understood.
Today Oskar is one of the best therapy dogs I have ever trained and worked with. He is so loved by the sick adults and children he visits, and of course he is our beloved companion. He loves his Dachsie buddy Charlie, whom we adopted when his owner died.
PLEASE don't buy a dog on a whim; do your homework and pick the dog that's right for you. Oskar would have been homeless, waiting in a shelter for someone to adopt him and bring him to a "forever" home. Dogs deserve all the love we can give them.
This is our sweet boy Tyson, half boxer, half american bulldog. We rescued him 8 years ago from the SPCA. They told us he was 1.5 years old and his family could no longer handle him. When we bathed him we discovered that he was covered in ticks and had a strange tattoo on his belly. Tyson has always been a bit nervous around men and has night frights in the middle of the night. We soon discovered that some of his teeth had been drilled and our veterinarian felt he had most likely been used as a bait dog in an illeagal dog fighting organization. That explained so much and it only made us love him more. He is always happy and loves to play, he such a good boy with amazing facial expressions and unconditional love. We wouldn't trade him for the world even though he has his little quirks... just like us. We have been through pancreatits and cancer with our boy and we would go to the moon and back for him all over again. We are so glad we found Tyson and could provide him with a loving home after his rough start in life. We were destined to find him, he's the peas to our carrots and we love him.
It was almost a year since both our beloved dogs, Charlie and Maddy, died. We had them for 13 and 14 years and I decided that it was too hard to fall in love only to have my heart broken again.
We made a trip to our local Animal shelter to look at dogs. A few months before, we had adopted two wonderful kitties, Jinx and Josie. We were happy with them but it was time to add a dog back into the mix. When we walked in, we went to the back and there in a kennel was the cutest little poodle like dog wagging his tail and being as cute as he could. I was paying attention to this handsome little guy, when all of the sudden I was being barked at by a very feisty, terrier, beagle looking little character who would not shut up. I turned to her and said, "You will never get a home that way." She shut up long enough for me to turn my attention to her and then we went to the front to see if poodle face was available. He had charmed so many people that he had two contracts on him so we left.
After some research on the barker, we learned that her family was in the military, were being transferred and could only take one pet; so, they chose the one that had not peed on their bed. With a less than spectacular resume, we returned to meet her Hennessy. She charmed us so much, we fell for her.
We brought her home and after several attempts to crate her failed, we gave up and she settled down to become a great family member. Being a fan of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, we renamed her Buffy and shortly after we found Wesley, who of course has his own story.
We love our family of dogs and cats and although we recently lost another beloved pet, Max, we will never be without shelter animals in our lives. They give so much and ask nothing in return.
I'm a cat person. So when a half-starved Labrador-Pointer mix came running through the neighborhood, I fed her but did not try to capture her. She appeared to be nursing puppies somewhere. Two days later my neighbors called animal control and she was picked up and taken to their "kill" shelter. Knowing that as an adult dog she would stand little chance for adoption, I began my preparations to become a dog person. I visited her twice while she was held for 8 days to see if anyone would claim her. The morning she was available I was first in the door, not wanting anyone else to get her because by now I was in love. A trip to the vet two days later revealed she was heart worm positive and still only weighed 43 pounds (after 10 days of food). The vet estimated her to be "at least" 5 years old given the advanced stage of her heart worm problem and the condition of her teeth. I vowed to make her final days happier than her past and prepared to not have her but for a year or two. Well that was almost 7 years ago. She is feeling her age and struggles with allergies and recently diabetes but I treasure every day I have her with me. She was my first dog but I know she will not be my last. Fortunately for me, she loves cats as much as I do!