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So I work at the local SPCA and I do a lot of fostering of cats with special needs, feral cats and soforth. And I have a personal attachment to every cat I work with. When Pazuzu came to us, she was already a fairly old girl. One of my co-workers relatives had saved the cat as a stray from her neighborhood. And they had mentioned that the cat had been stray for quite a few years, always hanging around their house. Finally they brought her in and she did okay for the first month or so, but she started losing weight and her hair wouldn't grow (she had to be shaved because of terrible mats). After extensive testing, we determined she had no physical issues, just life in a shelter environment was not suited to her. So I took her home to give her a break, with the intent of bringing her back to the SPCA in a few weeks...but after my husband met her and we saw her not just as a scraggly, beat up looking senior cat, we decided there was no way we could take the chance of her spending the rest of her days in a cage. So we formally adopted our little old lady. And her hair is growing back!! :) We know she is old and we won't have as much time with her as we would like, but it's just a joy to know that when it's finally her time, she will have known true happiness and what it really means to be loved. And that old cats can bring just as much wonder and love to your life as a kitten! :)
My beloved first cat was old and ill, so nearly every week I was at my vet to pick up meds or prescription food.
One visit I noticed a large crate with two snoozing kittens. The staff allowed me to take them out (one at a time) to help them get comfortable with people. Unrelated, they had been brought to the vet’s office by different people, but any time you looked at them, they were snuggled atop each other.
The little ginger/gray-stripe was called “Floppy” (she’d “flop” on the floor for petting), while the tiny tuxedo was “Tak” (The Abandoned Kitten).
Floppy chirped when picked up and liked being stroked, but if given half a chance would jump out of your arms and explore! In your arms, she was such a sweet thing that I kept telling her she was a “sweetie pie” and she would close her eyes and trill at me.
Tiny Tak was one big purrball—pick him up and he’d look at you with gold eyes that melted hearts, then he’d start with a heavy-duty rumble that didn’t stop until he was back in his crate.
Every week for several months this went on. Then my sweet old cat needed to cross the Rainbow Bridge. The house was silent, my heart was empty, my days were less bright and interesting.
Weeks later, I returned to the vet to retrieve his remains and Floppy and Tak were still there. On impulse, I told the desk staff that if they were there on Memorial Day (2013), call me and I’d take them home; but if one of them was adopted before that, I’d come immediately and get whoever remained!
The Saturday before Memorial Monday, I brought home my Sweetie Pie and Takatak! The house now thunders with 8 paws running from end to end, my heart aches with how beautiful they are, and now my days are filled with light and remarkable joy!
My boyfriend and I moved to Hamilton last June. We moved into a building beside a huge lot and noticed a lot of stray cats roaming around. Some of the neighbourhood kids would tease them, so when I tried to go up to some of the cats they naturally wanted nothing to do with me. A few months later on a rainy September morning I returned home from a trip to find a scrawny cat sitting near our back door trying to stay dry. We had a small shelter type area where the roof came down. She (we checked) came right up to us and was so friendly. We started feeding her daily and even put a box in the area with an old blanket. Soon after she started meowing at the door and one day I decided to let her in to see how she would do. We already owned a male orange tabby cat named Fenix who had never really interacted with other cats before, so I was a little nervous but really wanted to take a chance. There was some hissing and swatting which was to be expected but nothing too serious. A few days went by and my boyfriend and I were starting to get really attached to her. She wanted to snuggle with us in the bed and would fall asleep in our laps. I felt so bad having to put her back outside every night. With winter approaching, I knew we had to do something more.
We had heard that there was an organization in Hamilton called Abandoned Cats Rescue that takes in strays and puts them up for fostering or adopting. By fostering they pay for all vaccinations and fixing. We started by fostering for a few weeks but fell so deeply in love with her, we decided to officially adopt her. Without the help of Abandoned Cats Rescue, we may not have become her proud owners. Fenix and Claudia get along famously now and even sleep together. We believe she chose us for a reason, and she completes our family.
In December 2011, our family dog passed away. My family grieved and slowly moved on, but I needed to fill that paw-shaped hole that my childhood best friend had left in my heart, so I visited some dog shelters. It was there I met Ali. She was a pavement special, with crooked small ears and brittle medium-length hair, but I could see the athletic Greyhound build and energy in her, and also in her gentle and calm nature. I could also see a little of Rosie in her too, and it felt like fate. It took a lot of convincing, but once my family met Ali they too were sold. We took her home a week later and we've been in love ever since.
Ali was abandoned twice - once as a puppy and then again after a failed adoption, and somewhere during this time she was abused and developed a fear of strangers, especially men. Initially it was very difficult, and although we worked really hard, Ali still didn't trust me over her instincts, and in the big and busy and male-dominated house we lived in, she was quite stressed.
The day I moved out was the day it all changed. Ali now lives in a female-only household, where her occasional barking makes her a fantastic guard dog, and where her endless love makes her the best snuggle bug. She is the most intelligent dog I know, and she's my go-to for procrastinating from studies. As a result, she's now got an endless list of hilarious tricks, is very obedient, and she's my pride and joy.
Ali may have been abandoned twice, but I believe for her (and for me) it was third time lucky. We are so incredibly happy together, and the welcome she gives me every single time when I come home and she realises I haven't abandoned her too never fails to put a smile on my face. Refuge dogs may come with a little baggage, but sometimes that makes them all the more special. I love you Ali bug, thankyou for being my girl <3
Recently married, my husband and I were thrilled to find out that we were expecting our first child. Just weeks later, I miscarried. Feeling a deep sense of loss, I sank into depression. Nothing could cheer me up, and I felt as if I would never get over it. My husband suggested that we think about getting a dog. I decided that a trip to the shelter couldn't hurt. One dog stood out to me. One of his eyes was squinted shut, and grey hair swirled around his nose, showing his age. I looked at his chart and found out he was seven and a half. I also found out that he had come from a home where he had been raised since a puppy, but they had surrendered him about a year ago. He was from North Carolina, they had put him on a transport to Connecticut in hopes that someone would adopt him. He looked kind, but so very sad. I thought that it must be very hard for him to have a secure home his whole life and then one day just be left somewhere unfamiliar and strange.
We asked one of the volunteers if we could see him, but we were told because he was on medication, he was quarantined for 24 hours. I was disappointed, but we decided to come back the next day to see him. The next afternoon, he was still there. We visited with him and when I reached out to pet him he hid his bulking 90 pound body behind a folding chair. I convinced my husband that he really was the perfect dog for us, that he was just scared because his entire world had been upended. We took Jesse home that day.
Every day that passed, Jesse came out of his shell more and more. It seemed that as he started to feel better, so did I. Today, he loves to snuggle in our bed, and play with "squeakies". His eye even opened up. Together, we were able to mourn our losses and learn to love life again.
While at work one day, I saw my supervisor walk out of her office carrying a little black ball. As she got closer, the ball moved. It was a tiny kitten. Another coworker brought her to work because she was only a few weeks old and needed milk every few hours. Her daughter had found her in a parking lot - she was about 2 weeks old. I fed her and held her until my daughter showed up after school and she just melted! We played with the kitten until it was time for me to get off work.
A few weeks later, I spoke to my coworker and she said they were taking "Oreo" to a sanctuary because her daughter was allergic. I told her I couldn't let her do that and my daughter and I would take her. We brought "Oreo" home a few days later and she has been a delight! We changed her name to Doodle and she is a mama's girl! She started out sleeping at the foot of my bed and now she curls up under my arm at night or sleeps on my chest. She is an absolute luv bug and I am so glad we brought her home!
My first dog, Brandy, died in my arms on February 11, 2002. She had an inoperable tumor in her liver and was 14 years old. I was inconsolable. On March 30, 2002, I broke my foot, and on May 15, 2002 I was hospitalized for a pulmonary embolism. I wasn't doing well at all, emotionally or physically. Then, in late June, on a Sunday night, I was online crying and looking at photos of adult rescue dogs. I saw a picture of Holly at the Gwinnett County Humane Society and fell in love. But I didn't want to get my hopes up, because she may have been adopted on Saturday. Monday morning I called, and she was still there! That Saturday I drove up to Lawrenceville and saw her. They told me she had been found on the streets with her 9 week old puppies. All of the puppies had been adopted but she'd been in a kill shelter. The Director of the Humane Society fell in love with her and took her home. On the second day, she tried to kill the Director's cat, so she came back to the Humane Society. They'd found her the SAME WEEKEND my Brandy had passed away - 4 1/2 months earlier and kept her there all that time!
She was so delighted with my doggie door to the back yard. She would explore for hours. And the first time I took her to the beach, you could see her grin from ear to ear! She and I have now been together for almost 12 years. She and I saved each other. She's a sweet, loving companion. Now that she's 13, she spends a lot of time sleeping, usually near me. She helped me heal and I love her so.
Just before Thanksgiving I was outside with my dog Zoe. It was cold, but no snow yet. I heard this little mew so I called "Kitty kitty". Out of nowhere this tiny, skinny orange fluff-ball came racing up, not seeming to care that I had a dog with me. It kept mewing desperately for help. I didn't know if it was sick, hungry, scared or all three, but I knew any kitten that would run up to a stray dog was if nothing else desperate. I brought him out some food which he ate ravenously. I couldn't keep him and I knew it. I already had 3 cats and 1 dog. Besides that 1 of our cats (Buddy) was a male and I feared that if I did bring him in that they would not get along. Desperately I called every no-kill shelter I could think of...all full but would I like to be put on a 6 month waiting list? After exhausting my resources we decided the best we could do was take him to where we worked. Though not ideal it was safe with plenty of places for him to explore. But I realized there was a bigger problem. This little kitty had my heart and I couldn't bear to leave him at the shop every night. We took him to the vet and discovered that this kitten was already a year old but so malnourished he looked like a 12wk old kitten. We took him home to see what would happen. To my surprise Buddy grabbed him and started rubbing on him, licking him. Buddy fell in love with him right away just like me. The two are now best friends. We named him Nemo- he is orange with stripes and we found him...or rather...he found us.
When I moved in with my boyfriend, I had to leave my older cat behind with my parents. My boyfriend noticed that this had made me very depressed. After just a few month of not being able to get over my depression my boyfriend decided we would go adopt another cat. I am really glad we did. That day I met Vivi.
The first time I went to pick her up she almost threw up all over me. After that, of course, I knew I had to meet this little cat. While visiting her, I noticed that her tail was only four inches long, and was broken in three places. The shelter had no clue how it had happened, or whether or not she was born with it like that. It didn’t seem to bother her, so I didn’t think too much about it. The next thing I noticed was that she couldn’t meow. She sure tried though making a cute little ‘meh’ sound whenever she opened her mouth.
That sealed it. This gorgeous cat was coming home with me. That wasn’t the end of it though. Vivi had a severe upper respiratory infection. She could barely breathe, she had green mucus coming from her nose and eyes, and just didn’t look too healthy. She spent her first two days with us on my lap taking antibiotics every few hours. After a few weeks she began to get better, and started acting like the four month old kitten she was.
However, her breathing never got better. Sure she felt better sometimes, but every once in a while she would start breathing heavy, or just struggling completely. I took her down to the vet one morning when she was barely breathing at all. The vet got her x-rays and gave her a shot of steroids. It turns out that Vivi had asthma, and this would be something we would have to take care of her whole life. As I have struggled with asthma my whole life I can think of no better person to take care of this beautiful little cat!
My husband and I wanted to get a kitten for his mother who has m/s and had a cat for 17 and half years who passed away. So we decided to go to the aspca in nyc. We wanted a female. So they took up to see the females in one room and didn't see anything we liked. So they took us to the next room where we saw this little gray ball of fur. She was the most beautiful cat I have ever seen. so right then and there we decided to make her our new family member for life, She was 3 months old when we got her. She is now almost 5 years old.