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About 7 years ago at Christmas time we had to say goodbye to our beloved cat of 15 years, due to illness. Three days later when we were visiting my mother-in-law for the holiday, my daughter was sitting outside when four kittens came up to her and sat in her lap. Someone had dropped them off hoping someone else would care for them. They were about eight weeks old. At first my husband did not want to take one, but after seeing how much our daughter and I really wanted to, he relented. We picked out the smallest one of the bunch and I named her Little Bit. Luckily, the other three were taken by a neighbor's daughter. Little Bit rode six hours to reach her new home. She is the most "people friendly" cat that I have ever had. She loves boxes, baskets and snuggling. She always greets us when we come home from work. I am so thankful for her everyday!
My father died of pancreatic cancer on Thanksgiving night. Our family was celebrating life and our many blessings one miniute and grieving the next. Before his death, my three children asked for a puppy for months. My ten-year old daughter who was closest to her grandfather had spoke to him many times about giving a homeless puppy a home. They spoke about the responsibility, fun, joy, and love of an animal and about name and breeds as if they were going to adopt or buy a puppy. This small imaginary dog was named Miss Daisy and was a Haveenese/Poodle mix. When my mother was diagnosed with NonHopkins Lymphoma only three weeks after my father's death, we were devastated and in emotional turmoil. Later that week, we received a call from an animal shelter for my father. They had a black and white Havennese mix who was about four months old. She had been hit by a car and brought into the shelter by an elderly man who could not afford the medical bill and would not be able to properly care for an energetic puppy. The reason for the call was my father had placed a request for a phone call of any dog that may have Havennese or Poodle blood under the age of five. I couldn't say no after hearing the story behind the phone call. So that day my mother, husband and I drove to the shelter to meet the already-named puppy whom we knew would be a new addition to our family. We picked up the kids at school and began a new life with our puppy. Daisy has been an important part of my emotional support since her adoption. After my mother passed away, we adopted a second puppy from the shelter. I love Daisy!
My mom and I were wanting for a second dog for a really long time, but my dad didn't want us to get one. So my mom and I waited to see if he would change his mind, but sadly nothing was changing. My older brother (half-brother) had gotten this dog, Rico, to keep him company right after his dad had died. Rico still being a puppy, would chew everything, so my brother had to take him with him everywhere. Rico became very hard to take care of so my brother asked my mom and I if we wanted him. We knew my dad didn't want another dog but we couldn't let this mischievous puppy get put in the pound. My dad wasn't too happy when we brought Rico home, but after a while he grew to love him as much as my mom and I. Our other dog loved having him around and she lost a lot of weight playing with him. I love him with all my heart and I'm so glad we didn't have to get rid of him. I'm always playing with him and giving him attention. I think bringing him home was the best thing for our entire family.
Marly came to the Humane Society of Pasco after being rescued from Animal Control in Orlando. An angel there knew she was special and drove her 2 hours to us, knowing we could find her a good home. Cami was looking for a playmate for her Llasa Apso "Mason" and Marly was the perfect choice. Marly now has a wonderful home with Cami and Mason and spends her days playing in the yard and getting lots of love as a family pet. Lucky girl!
When Scruffy's Mom got sick and couldn't feed her babies Rock helped me raise the four kittens. The vet couldn't believe how Rock (then only 11 months old)stood with his head on the examination table licking each one as they got their examination and shots. Once we got them home he continued to clean and stimulate them until they were out of danger.He would lay surrounding the kittens as I bottle fed and medicated them always ready to comfort them and never trying to steal their food even though it was very tasty. When they started to get around he shared his food with them and played with them outside keeping them all in sight.Scruffy weighed only 7 ounces when the others weighed a pound but Rock wouldn't let her die. We kept her of course and Scruffy is now healthy and joined at the hip with her BIG brother!
When I first met Ramsey at the shelter, he was very thin with hair loss and ill. He wasn't much to look at but I knew he was the boy for me. With good vet care and lots of love, Ramsey is now happy and healthy. He visits several nursing homes and when the residents see him they start smiling and wanting to give him hugs. Ramsey is a clown which makes them smile even more. Ramsey is friendly and loves everyone he meets. He is really a joy to me.
Meet Wolfie the Westie! The best little guy on four paws! We needed a dog, hypo-allergenic and on the smaller side and would only consider a rescue dog. He was a puppy mill puppy, his poor ears chewed from being kept in a very small cage with larger, aggressive dogs, destined to be destroyed because he could not be sold to a pet store with his damages- we have his groomer shape his hair on his ears so no one can see his losses and so he won't be embarrassed. A very brave little guy, he knew nothing of love, kindness and care. Boy, did we luck out when Main Line Animal Rescue saved him and he chose to come home with us! The very biggest and best heart (and brain) & non-stop personality in a small package, very laid back and loves "his" 3 kitties, who are also rescues. Our lives would not be complete without all 4 of our fur-children!
It's hard to say who rescued whom. We (thought we) were complete as a family before he came into our lives but to be honest, I don't really remember what it was like when he wasn't here. Here's how he became part of our family -- My two youngest children were sitting in our van while I secured some items to the top getting ready to work at an event. I remember it was drizzling when my daughter opened the door of the van and said "Mommy, look at that adorable kitten." He was walking around the corner of our apartment building. When he saw her open the door he strolled over and climbed into the van and my daughter's lap. He went with us to the event and he has been with us ever since (almost 6 years now).
We rescued Buster even though he came with a warning: Dog Agressive. The poor thing simply wasn't trained! We took him to Doggie Day Care to socialize him and he's now everyone's favorite playmate!
From left to right is Molly, Dakota and Budweiser. Buddy we adopted from a no Kill Shelter, he was 5 1/2 months old, had been hit by a car, had a fractured pelvic, lef out of socket and cherry eye. Once we got him home we soon figured out that he had been abused in his few 5 1/2 months of his life. He recovered from his injuries very well. Until Molly came along and decided to be like a mother hen to Budweiser (even though she is a year younger that him) he was very skitsh to ride in a car, take treats from our hands, etc, but has over come all of that. We thought 2 dogs would be enough for us at a time, then just 3 month ago, while taking Molly to the vet for a shot we found our youngest son Dakota. It has been interesting with a 5 yr old dog and 4 yr old dog bringing in a 2 month old puppy but 3 months later Budweiser and Molly love their little brother. And we have pictures to prove it.