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I had lost my Phoenyx to cancer in his liver at a very young age. I was devastated, I had lost my son around a joyous holiday, but for me it had only brought remorse. I had gotten another cat thanks to my sister, but it was not the same, I did not chose him, he felt my sadness, and tried to comfort me, but to no avail, he lives with my grandparents. He is really skiddish, so giving him my love was hard for me. A little over a year after losing Phoenyx, a friend told me of a cat living by the dumpsters at the dorms. He took me to go see her, but she was scared and would not come when he called. I gave it a try and called her to me, she was hesitant at first but came right to me, allowing me to pet her. I gave my room key to my friend and I carefully picked her up and we went to my room. I wiped her down with a wet towel to clean some dirt off of her. I had a deck of goddess oracle cards sitting on my bed, she stepped on them and three fell to the floor, giving me her first, middle, and last name. She could not stay at the dorms with me, so I gave her to my fiance to watch over her for me. I had moved out of the dorms and took her back into my home, she has considerably gained the weight she need, when I found her she was skinny for a Main Coon, but now she is the right size and happy. When I took her in she was about the same age I lost Phoenyx, who was also a Main Coon. I take her as a message from the goddess, saying, you lost your child too soon, so here, have this beautiful creature. Today she is a talkative, lovable cat. And I cannot see why anyone would kick this beautiful creature out in the cold of the winter months.
Sunny was given to us by a friend who had moved out of his girlfriend's house and he had two kittens there and couldn't keep them. First was Sunny who was a Flame point Burmese and Stormy his short haired brother. We adopted them right after we had moved into our new house. Stormy died about 6 months later from an respiratory infection but we caught Sunny's. We have enjoyed Sunny over the years. He loved to play hide and seek, chase and follow the leader. We live in the country and so our babys have to be house pets. We called Sunny the Prince of pump and after my Myst passed at 18 yrs., he became the king of the house. Sunny has been there for me and my son, through thick and thin. He is now 15 yrs. and getting ready to go over the rainbow bridge. The last year has been bad for him but we love him anyway. He has gone blind, I've had to hand feed him to get him to finish his meals. About 6 months ago, I put him on wet food. He didn't seem to want to eat otherwise. Up until he went blind he would cuddle with me at night but he gets scared now and wants his own place. Today, he just wants to lay down and not want to eat or do anything. I'll be with him to the end, the same as all my other senior who passed. They are my babies and I love them all. They will not be forgotten. Sunny is a ray of sunshine that lit our days with a regal posture and love returned. Sunny we love you. The picture is Sunny and Jasper, our cpr cat, but that is another story.
From the moment Max lazily walked over to me in the cat room at the SPCA, I knew he was going to change my life forever.
And he did. Max was a five year old Siberian when I adopted him in 2007. I wanted something that I could snuggle with and, boy, could that 15 pound gray and white cat snuggle - mostly upside down or in an equally contorted and uncomfortable looking position.
Over the seven years my then boyfriend (now fiancé) had Max he became my best friend, side kick, confident and hero. He embedded himself into my soul.
We use to joke that Max was not a cat. He learned to sit before taking treats, come when called, listened to all the household rules and even let me brush his teeth. Max was perfect in every way.
Earlier this year Max passed away due to complications from diabetes. I tried so hard to help him get better, but it was too much for his little body and we were forced to say goodbye.
I feel like when he died, I died. I lived for that cat and often wonder if he knew of how much I cared about him.
We recently adopted Riggs, a six year old Siberian from a neighboring town. And while I regularly weep for Max who had become so beautifully tangled in my heart, I look forward to building a connection with Riggs, knowing that this relationship will be different but just as beautiful.
I had wanted a small, adult dog for quite sometime and I was adamant about wanting to adopt from a shelter. It took awhile for my local shelter to get in a small breed dog but when they did my boyfriend and I went as soon as we got out of class for the day. Upon arriving we found out that the dog we had went to adopt had already had pre adoption papers on her from a rescue. A little disappointed, my boyfriend talked me into visiting with the rest of the dogs at the shelter.
It was, thankfully, a slow week at the shelter with only two runs filled but there was a litter of 8 week old hound mix puppies and it was love at first sight for us. There was one puppy that was so playful and wanted all of the attention and we just knew he would be the perfect one. Although we were set on getting a small breed dog, I'm so grateful we kept our options open and ended up with a 54 lb bundle of chaos. Finn has brought so much love to our lives and we couldn't imagine not having him. It's funny how things end up working out!
Early June 2013, I was attempting to get my three cats inside for the night. I noticed they were very interested in something in the weeds so I had to investigate. I found this frightened cat to whom I said hello to and petted. I tried to pick her up but that disturbed her and at the time I thought she was in labor so I decided not to move her.
The following day, I found her on the front porch and took this picture of her. She seemed to know what a camera was for and started posing. I decided to give her some food but she was NOT interested in food. She wanted in the house which I did not let her in. There were no signs of kittens so she must have not have been in labor.
A couple more weeks passed and she continued to stay. She managed to get into the house once and I removed her right away. On the day she finally did manage to get in the house, she about tore the back screen door off therefore, I had to let her in.
Over the course of the year I have had her, I found she was declawed and spayed and was told her previous owners abandoned her when they were evicted from their home on the next street.
I previously called her Weeds but decided to call her Willow soon after. She will follow me to bed, sometimes be the first in bed and is very devoted. She seems like a happy cat and my other kitties accepted her. It amazes me someone took the trouble to declaw and spay her & then abandoned her. However, she seemed to know where to come to for a home.
My boyfriend and I moved into our first apartment together. We both loved cats. We noticed how many feral cats lived in these apartments. We started to set out food on our porch. At first it was one, two, four, and finally six cats and we realized we had a problem and had to stop. The neighbors would complain about the noise. The cats that were friendly we were able to find homes for.(we made sure that they were homeless cats before doing so) One day when walking to my car we heard a soft meow noise. We followed it and found a very skinny feral tuxedo cat. She was so scared, would not let us get within five feet of her. She would let out the weakest meow and follow it by a hiss. We felt so bad for her. It was like she was reaching out to us knowing we were cat friendly. Each evening we would go to the shed that she called home, after calling the kitty over time she recognized our voice, would pop out from this hole and greet us. Of course we brought food and built the bond that way. Eventually we were able to pet the cat and she began following us everywhere. We started receiving mice, worms, and other bugs at our doorstep. We named her Luna cause she would only come out at night. We started letting her inside but she would only come in for minutes at a time, she would rest her head for a moment but never fall asleep completely. One day after years of this relationship she never came to visit. We were concerned and went to investigate, we discovered her home had been boarded up and could here her inside meowing to us. After dark we went over there and with a hammer broke the board and set her free. We decided then after vandalizing that we taking her in for good. She meowed at the door for days until finally giving in. Now she brings us socks and towels as gifts. We're all happy.
My little Chewie. 3 1/2 years ago my Golden Retriever, Loki, decided to bring me a present. Instead of a dead bird it was a very tiny kitten, her eyes weren't even open yet. At first I did not know what he had in his mouth, I thought it was maybe a possum or a raccoon baby, but when he finally dropped it in the mulch, I say it was a baby kitten. I picked her up, checked her out to make sure he hadn't hurt her. No puncture wounds, just dirty with a lot of fleas. I had to bottle feed her and help her go potty. Loki thought she was his baby and would alert us whenever she started to cry. To this day we do not know if he stole her or rescued her but she is part of the family now. We love our Chewie.
After Thanksgiving of 2012 a stray cat started sleeping on our porch. We didn't bother her until we realized she had taken residence on the porch, so we set out some food and water for her. It turned out she was very friendly, and we were worried she might be pregnant. At first "Homeless Kitty" as we called her was just left to sleep outside, but as it got colder and she got plumper I began to fear she'd try and give birth outside. I convinced my parents to let me house the cat in my closet, who promptly curled up against my leg and fell asleep. In a few days, I let her out, where she liked to stay near me and get affection when she wasn't asleep.
We took her to a local shelter to look for a microchip after being unable to find an owner, and we could not find one. The lady helping us gave her a quick look over -- it turned out she was about 7, declawed, spayed, and certainly an indoor kitty thrown outside and abandoned by her previous owners.
Deoradhán, which means 'Wanderer' in Celtic, now lives with me in my room fulltime, where her favorite activities are sleeping on her back, sleeping against my computer fan, making me lift her into my loft bed to sleep there, and occasionally run around the house like a spazz. Deo's not perfect, but I wouldn't give up my noisy, short, round, funny little stray for the life of me.
I had been searching the pound's website for weeks, looking for a dog who struck my heart. I knew that my husband thought we had enough dogs, but something inside me would not let up about getting a rescue. In a month's time, I had found 3 dogs who really interested me, but by the time I got to the pound, they had all been adopted. Then I saw her.
She was a chihuahua/rat terrier mix and she had a puppy with her. My husband and I already have 3 full blooded rat terriers, so I immediately knew I wanted her. There was one problem standing in my way though. We were leaving for a cruise in two days, and I knew that bringing a new dog into our home and then leaving her for a week was not an option.
Once back from our cruise, I immediately went to the website to find that her puppy had been adopted, but she had not. I couldn't believe that she had "waited" 9 days for me to adopt her. Without telling my family, I raced to the pound the next day, brought her home, and Riley has been one of the best dogs we have ever had. Loving and knowing that she was saved, she shows her appreciation every day with kisses and snuggles. I am so glad she "waited" for me.
My beautiful kitty Princess was my entire world. My family and I went to the animal shelter one day where there were hundreds of cats but one of them looked up at me with big gorgeous eyes, our eyes locked and I knew this little kitten had picked me to be her lucky human. More than 13 years later my perfect little girl became ill and even though she was getting better, she was never the same. I thought maybe if I fostered a small kitten, Princess would get some energy and spark back. She always had the most amazing personality and spirit but lately all she did was sleep and look down. The shelter found three baby kittens whom their poor mother was run over and I immediately took them in. My Princess began looking a little more like herself, she even developed a special bond with one of the kittens. Then on St. Patricks day my beautiful Princes passed away in my arms and surrounded by her family who absolutely loved her. I thought I would never ever be the same again. Princess had been with me through the best times and worst times. She never left my side and ALWAYS knew when I needed her the most. She had brought us so much joy and love,I didn't think I would ever recover. Then one day I was in my room crying, the kittens jumped unto my bed and laid down around me. One of the kittens, the one that Princess had the special relationship with, looked at me like Princess had the first day I met her. She put her small paw on my arm and fell asleep on me. I knew it was a sign from Princess like telling that everything was going to be all right and that it was okay to move one. I became a foster failure and adopted the three motherless kittens now named Thorin, Tiny, and Kira. I will forever miss a part of my heart which belonged to Princess but these kittens truly brought me back to life.