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My best friend Tiny was our neighbor, she was outside all during the cold winters we had. She was not taken good care of she would run out of the yard and everything. So our neighbor got a chain and tied her in the yard I would feed her give her fresh water every day. I bought a leash and taught her how to walk with it,she was scared at first but boy did not take her long to get used to it and demand a walk twice a day.
Our neighbor was moving to North Carolina and I ask what is going to happened to Tiny he looked at me and said she is coming to live with you if that is ok.
The first day she got a grooming and she was a whole different dog,the neighbors did not even know her. She was a Jack Russell and I had her for 3 years.
Tiny passed away on April 3 2011 and it just broke my heart I will never forget her. She brought us so much happiness and she was so happy living with us a warm little bed and I would cover her up every night.
We have no human kids, but my furry little ones are my precious kids, and I would not trade them for anything in the world.
Baby Mickey was discarded as trash, along with his two other siblings, a friend of mine retrieved them from the place where they were slowly dying, and placed them in my arms. I ended up keeping the one with the largest amount of fleas and the biggest ticks.
He was so tiny back then that he looked like a mouse. I would take him to my mom's for a 24 hour intensive care while I was at work, Mickey was very sick and one morning he almost died in my arms, as he was so dehidrated. I refused to accept his fate after all the care and trouble to try to save him and imposed my will, with the help of God, quickly forcing fluids down his throat.
Mickey came back to life that day, he started eating, all of the sudden, exclusively roast chicken, and well, five years later he has not stopped yet!
We thank the day that he came into our life, my chubby bed warmer, rotten spoiled precious kid.
The moment I stepped out the door of the school where I teach, I heard the plaintive cry of a cat in distress. I looked around and saw a small orange cat hunkered down under a car, meowing for all she was worth. I called to her, but she disappeared behind a classroom trailer. I sighed and said a silent prayer for her. It was January 24, 2013. An ice storm was in the forecast that night; a bitter wind was blowing and there was an iciness to the air. I turned my attention to supervising the students being dismissed at that moment. As parents picked up their children, I saw the little cat reappear and make a large circle around me, walking up to the side of the building to what remained of a patch of sunlight, about ten feet from where I stood, huddling up against the warmth of the brick. As soon as all the students were gone, I went over and picked up this little cat. She immediately scrambled up my coat, snuggling herself in my neck. She was filthy dirty and shaking. I was horrified at her condition. Her jaw was crooked, and she had a wound under her left eye. Bald patches on her front legs oozed blood and fluid, and she was infested with fleas. Her breath reeked of infection. A vet exam revealed that although she was only 3 1/2 pounds, what I thought was a kitten was actually an adult cat. Her jaw had been broken, probably from being hit by a car. The infection from an abscessed tooth had bubbled up and drained through her face, causing the wound. Faith never gave up, remaining affectionate and loving throughout her entire recovery. Today she is a happy girl. She greets everyone who comes into the house. She "hums" as she plays, and she's always ready to give love to me or my other cats. Her crooked jaw is her most endearing feature. She came into my life at just the right time - I didn't rescue her, she rescued me!
Charlie was found wandering a neighborhood and was taken in by a generous foster family who cared for him until I discovered his handsome face on Pet finder. He fits right in with our 2 rescued boxers and male cat (well, maybe that cat is still a little standoffish at times!). We're thrilled to be able to help another animal enjoy the rest of their life with us!
Shep was the most adorable persistent stray puppy who followed me home from work every day when I lived on the Navajo reservation until I finally realized he was mine. Now 13 1/2 years he is still by my side as my soul dog. Tia, our little Chihuahua rescue, joined us about 5 years ago. She couldn't even walk through a doorway at first but now sleeps stretched blissfully on her dog bed and runs in and out with abandon. Shep and Tia are best buddies, and I have been so blessed to have these two "unwanted" pups in my life.
PeeWee turns 9 on Monday 11-25-13 and is the sweetest cat on the face of the earth.
One of my co-workers told me that his brother's cat had kittens. His brother is an unemployed drug abuser and had 8 cats at the time and I was afraid that the kittens wouldn't get the care that they needed. I wanted to save just one of those kittens, so I had my co-worker pick one out for me. He picked me the cutest gray and white boy and we made arrangements for him to bring him to work for me. This 10-week baby was a handful from the start, playing with the wires on my computer, scooting things off my desk onto the floor. I was immediately in love with my mischievous little boy. I brought him home as a surprise for my daughter and she was beside herself. At the time I had just adopted a 3 month puppy. The dog and cat got along like peas and carrots immediately playing and what was so funny was that the dog started to groom the kitten and from then on out Penny, the dog treated PeeWee as if her were her baby. They spent a ton of time together because my daughter had school and I work full time. So PeeWee and Penny became inseperable. PeeWee learned dog traits such as walking me to the mailbox and Penny learned to groom constantly like a cat.
Now it's been 9 years and they are getting older. But PeeWee reverts to kittenhood when we break out the catnip and Penny still make sure that PeeWee's ears are clean.
None of PeeWee's brothers and sisters are alive anymore. Even though I didn't go to a shelter, I do believe I saved a life.
I recently lost my best friend of 12 years, my Boston Terrier Herbie. I had rescued him when he was 5 months old and he had been faithfully by my since then. I debated the wisdom of adopting another companion so quickly after losing him but decided that my house was not a home with out a 4 legged fur baby! My son has two dachshunds that are wonderful doggies. He had been following a web page on Facebook that was a rescue site for dachshunds so he encouraged me to contact them. I looked at the dogs they had up for adoption and filled in an application on line and said I was interested in a mini dachshund named Darcy. The day came when I was scheduled to visit with the pups up for adoption and I was looking forward to meeting them. My heart had been aching for weeks since losing my Herbie and I just wasn't sure how I would react to meeting a new friend. Well, it turned out that the dog I was interested in wasn't much interested in me. However, there was a sweet 8 year old female named Maggie who jumped right in my lap and started loving on me. I stayed for about 20 minutes and she was on my lap the entire time. Needless to say, she came home with me. Maggie rescued me that day and I am looking forward to spending the rest of her life with me! She gets sweeter every day!! Thank you Maggie!
I had just lost my baby six weeks into the pregnancy and was going thru a deep depression. Life just stopped. I spent most of my days in my room while my husband entertained the kids. Our neighbor suggested we go to PetSmart as they had rescue animals looking for a forever home, for the kids. We saw a cute blonde lab puppy we all liked but then realized it was male and that'd been one stipulation - no male dogs. Sitting in a crate was this little red pup just lying there. We picked her up and she just laid in our arms - they said see, you flip her on her back and she doesn't fight you, this means she's very docile. We took her home and immediately realized this pup was sick. I took her to the vet and found she had kennel cough and was very ill. I had to get up every two hours to give her medicine and finally nursed her back to health. She lived for 13 years. A year ago she developed tumors in her brain. The vet said the most unselfish thing I could do was not let her suffer anymore but he could have asked me to cut off my arm and it wouldn't have hurt nearly as much as letting her go. People said it's just a dog, but she was so much more - worth her weight in gold. Got me through a deep depression from the loss of my child (Krysta), loss of BOTH my parents (eight months apart), two kinds of cancer (ovarian and lung - which I'm still battling), knee surgery and a hysterectomy. All you wanted in return was to sit on my lap and be loved. We miss you sweet girl. They say all dogs go to heaven and that gives me peace as I'll see you again. As far as being docile, ha! girl had an attitude! Even talked back! Don't call her a mutt she was a diversified pedigree, cause she acted as if she was a full bred! Love mommy
One night while I was at work, my coworker was looking at the local animal control website, and although it isn't something I normally do, because I always want to rescue every animal, decided to look too. I am a big time dog lover and I have 2 rescue pups, a 9 year old bully breed and a 2 year old lab mix, but that night I decided to browse the cats just for the heck of it. They were all beautiful and my heart broke for all of them, but most of them had at least a month before they were do out, and then I saw Salem. My little kitty was marked as feral and fearful. He was missing most of his hair on his legs and belly due to a skin condition and other medical problems unknown. When I read his description he had been on the short list, only given 7 days to find a home, and by the time I saw him, his time was going to be up in 2 days. When I went to see him I had 3 separate people ask me if I was sure I wanted to adopt "That cat" and if I knew what I was getting into. He wasn't in the normal kitty cages that people could visit, he was in a back room behind yellow tape that said employees only. I insisted on meeting him and I am so happy I did. He is the most loving little cuddle bug I think I have ever met. He loves his new family and we love him. I'm so happy I decided to look through the cat pictures that night and was open minded enough to give the unwanted little boy a forever home.
When my oldest son was 9, we told him he could get a dog. The only rule was he had to rescue one since there are so many animals that need a home. We looked on Petfinder and found a few dogs at the local shelter we wanted to look at. Then we saw Willow, a four month old Spitz Eskimo mix. My son fell in love with the picture. I called and found out that someone had started the adoption process on her. We went to the shelter and looked. None of the dogs really seemed to fit with us. So I asked about Willow, the person never came back for her and she didn't seem to have many days left at the shelter. We asked to see her. She was everything we didn't want...untrained, a little wild, and she sheds like crazy!! But my son was sure that she was the one for him. My husband had his doubts but we decided to go ahead. We took her home and she promptly peed everywhere in the house. We decided to give it a month to see if Willow could be trained. Twelve years later, Willow is still a little wild (when she isn't feeling her age) and still sheds like crazy but we wouldn't trade her for anything!!