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This is my beautiful girl Chewbacca, after the Star Wars character due to the noises she makes. My family had just lost our German Shepherd about a year or two before, and we were actually on our way home from picking up my sister's new Chihuahua, Pixie. On the way home, we stopped at PetSmart to pick up some things for her. While there, we met this nice woman named Amy, who was carrying little Chewie in her arms on a puppy pad. While talking to her, we learned that she and her husband had found her in a dumpster behind the Quiznos branch that they owned. They were going to keep her, however they had just adopted children after finding out they couldn't have their own, and then found out they were actually expecting, so with everything happening they couldn't keep her. She has a scar on her side that she's had since we got her, and was completely healed over even on the day we took her home. It was love to me at first sight. It took a little convincing for my mom to let us take her home with her, and when we got there, it was quite a shock to my dad as we were only supposed to be getting little Pixie. But now I can't see my life without her, and even just the thought of her passing makes me tear up. She is my baby, my cuddle bug, and she always will be. She loves to think she's a lap dog when she's not, and has even more fun playing with my sister's dogs and chasing our old cat through the house. She's always been a puppy at heart, and she always will be. She's brought a lot of light to my world.
12 years ago, my mom and I gave a cat a hell of a second chance at life, her name is Sassy.
We went to a shelter to originally get a kitten for our other kitten when we saw her.
She was a Himalayan mix, but one no less my mom loved and I convinced her to get her. She looked so sad and depressed, sleeping in her own litter pan.
So we took her home along with a kitten and from there, things got interesting.
Sassy needed a bath and was given one, after that any bond she would’ve had with my mom went out the window. Sassy hated my mom with every fiber of her being, making her life miserable, or as much as she could. Turns out she’s not the most coordinated kitty in the world.
Not only that, she’d bite people, mostly me and the vet techs, course with me, they were usually rough love bites.
She’d kick and scream if her fur needed tending, hiss and snarl at the other cats that came to close.
Yeah, it would sound like she really didn’t belong, that she shouldn’t even be there. But she did, somehow Sassy and I got this weird bond.
I could see her for who she really was. She had been neglected, she was scared and insecure. I pushed my way into her cold heart. I helped comfort her through nightmares, surrendered my room to her, did everything for her happiness.
Over time, she did eventually accept the other cats and considered my mom more a toy than an object of hate. At that time, we lost Salem and learned we were going to lose her soon too. By some miracle, Sassy decided to finally act more civil and became a true member of the family.
It was odd, but she enjoyed it, she got to torment my mom, “sneak” around, chase me down, jingling her favorite collars.
She was a hellion given a new lease on life. Adopted at 7 and died at 19.
I’ll never forget and always love her.
One day while my housband and I were walking in the street we stoped by chance on a vet.There we saw a kitten sleeping in a cage with a sign that said "I´m blind, I have perfect health and I´m looking for a forever home". As my housband weres glasses I said to him "Look, he´s blind just like you" (part of a private joke we use...). At that moment I said I didn´t want to adopt a cat, I didn´t fell ready for it...so we went home. During the night both of us dreamed with him.
During the afternoon we went and they told us that an old man found him and his brother. Both of them were full of flees and starving and ours had a terrible infection on his eyes. He took them to the vet and they told him that with medication and good care he wouldn´t loose his eyes. A week later he returned, he didn´t want to be responsible for the kittens and left them there. They were in worse state than the first time they saw them, and Ray (that´s how we called him for Ray Charles) had lost both of his eyes to the infection. We decided to adopt him.
The day we were supposed to bring him home we received a call from the vet, and they told us that he was very sick. So he stayed in the vet while the run a lot of tests on him. Finally a week later we could pick him up, in perfect health.
Nowadays he is two years old (he was 3 months at that time) and the apartment is his kingdom...he climbs on top of all our furniture...he plays as he could see and even chases bugs.
When Severus came into my life, I was living with my best friend and her cat, Hughie. Hughie was a bit of a grump, so we didn't have any plans to take in another cat. Then my best friend's coworker found two kittens in a bag, left to die. She couldn't keep them, so we agreed to take one, and a week later I came home to find the sweetest, most precious little black kitten I had ever seen. Both being Harry Potter fans, we decided to name him Severus, feeling it was a good name for a black cat.
Severus and I immediately bonded. Right from the start, he slept on my bed and spent most of his time on my lap. So, even though he was supposed to be our cat, when it was time for me to move to Boston for law school, my best friend said, "Severus will be devastated if you leave without him. He's yours, you have to take him."
Several years later, still in the Boston area, I came home from work to find the roof of my apartment building completely consumed in flames. It was only a three-story building and I lived on the second floor, so I immediately feared the worst. I begged the fire department to go in and find my cat and they told me that at that point, they could not safely go in and I would just have to wait and see. After the fire was put out, I looked through the windows and realized that my apartment looked essentially untouched. The windows were open as it was a hot July. I called out his name and the first thing I heard was his characteristically loud meow. He had survived! When his face appeared in the window, I showed the firefighters still on site and they went in and retrieved him. I am so grateful to still have him with me today. He is the love of my life and I don't know what I would do without him.
My 15-year-old cat, Calix, just died in January. I thought I would wait a while before getting another cat but after only a week, I was so lonesome for little paws and furry snuggles that I decided to look at some rescue sites. I saw a cat I was interested in at CatRangers in Buford, Georgia, and made an appointment to go see her. When I got there, I was impressed with the operation and how well all the cats were cared for. I didn't actually see the cat that had drawn me from the Web site, but I was taken with a beautiful mixed Siamese named Ali. When I asked what her story was, Sparrow, the caretaker, told me that they had rescued her from a shelter along with 3 kittens, which they thought were hers. But when they took Ali to the vet, the vet told them that she had never given birth. She just adopted the kittens and was a surrogate mother to them. Needless to say, I was touched. But as I was visiting with her, I started thinking "what if I got one of the kittens too - that way they could stay together and keep each other company." So that is what I did.
I renamed them Sirikit (for the Queen of Thailand) and Kanda (which means beloved). They are so delightful and have made my life much happier. I am constantly laughing out loud at them, especially the kitten. I can't imagine my life without them - they have rescued me!
I moved in with my girlfriend and her cat Sphynx in October of last year. I was happy, and loved Sphynx, but he wasn't a very cuddly kitty, and I wanted someone to cuddle with me while my girl was at work. Finally she took me down to the shelter, and as soon as I walked in and up to a window, this little orange kitten came over there, and started rubbing against the glass mewing silently at me. He was so cute! But my girlfriend wanted a female, so we kept looking. I visited with a few others, but couldn't get that first little guy out of my head. Finally we asked to see him. The second they brought him in the room and placed him in my arms he began to purr. He cuddled up in my arms and laid his head on my shoulder and I was done. We went to fill out the paperwork for "Goobernaugen" and they put him back in his cage. I watched him while we were working on the paper, and while other people came up to the window, he didn't go to any of them the way he did me. I guess that means he was done too!! We took him home, and he cuddled up on my shoulder sleeping and purring all the way. We named him Sergeant Purr, and later added Fulgencio (borrowed from Modern Family) because he plays "soccer" with his crinkle ball all the time! It took Sphynx a few days to get used to not being an only child any more, but soon they were running around and playing rough and tumble like all boys do! Now, Sarge is happy and healthy. He loves playing with his big brother, and taking naps with mommy. Usually when I'm trying to get something done! Lol. He made our family complete, and we wouldn't trade him for anything in the world!
Every once in a while, if you are lucky, a dog comes along that changes your life. He was found in an Arkansas ditch, a discarded and broken carcass. In 2010, at three years old, he was another casualty from a dog fighting ring.
Heartworm positive, a bum back leg, and a bullet embedded in his now meaty thigh were just a few of his battle scars. I stopped counting puncture wounds when I got to a hundred. More than fifty razor slices were carved into the back half of his body. His blood fueled the dogs for the next fight as he was tossed into the ring and dragged back out again by a metal cord around his hind leg. I chose the name Lennon because of the whole "give peace a chance" thing.
I’m thankful Lennon was so forgiving. I’m grateful that he charmed a couple of shelter volunteers into altering his paperwork so he could live three weeks longer than his “kill date” and find his way to me. The scars on his back are only visible in the bright sunlight, and then you have to look close to see them. His black splotches are so shiny and healthy they look bluish black now. His whites are whiter than white. He went from being a scant fifty pound bony skeleton to a glorious muscular eighty-six pound American Bulldog. He’s been neutered and treated for heartworm.
I know we have many, many years ahead of us but this is that one dog that shall break my heart when he’s gone. His shall be the nose prints that I’ll keep on the window and his shall be the collar and tags that will stay on the hook for years after he’s gone.
Darby came to me as a foster, she was about a year old and had been living on the streets of a neighboring state. After 2 months she was adopted out to a loving family, I warned them many times that she was still a puppy and needed to be crated while they were gone as she was a chewer. My daughter and I cried hard when she left with them...... One week later she was back - her adopters didn't want to crate a dog so they gave her free roam. After she'd chewed up a couch and antique chest of drawers they brought her back. Needless to say, we didn't let her go a second time. She continued to have issues with chewing, I lost a couch too (as well as many other items) over the next 4 years. But she's the only dog I've ever thought was 100% mine - she wanted to please me so much, but sometimes it was just so hard...... May 2013 a stray cat came into our yard, Darby went over to say hi and unbeknownst to me the cat bit her. Two days later she was limping so we went into the vet, who gave us antibiotics and some pain meds (her entire underside was all red) - they said she had an infection. The next morning she wasn't moving - we rushed to the emergency vet and tried for 2 days to save her from the sepsis that was ravaging her body. Unfortunately she was too far gone, so I held her while she crossed the bridge. I've had many special dogs, but Darby is the only one I know would have protected me to the end - I just never would have asked her, or allowed her, to do so. I still miss her so much, but I know she would want me to keep saving dogs in her honor. We now have an old, toothless lab with us who had never lived in a house before. But I don't think any dog will ever replace my girl Darby.
We'd recently lost our most beloved dog and our old husky was missing his lounging companion. We decided that if we could find a yard buddy for Claude, we'd consider adopting a 4th dog. One day it dawned on me that I'd been seeing one little dog on the local shelter's website for quite some time. Her name was Lucy and she was described as a beagle/corgi mix. My husband is a big corgi fan, so I was able to talk him in to a visit to the shelter to meet Lucy.
In the play yard Lucy was interested in leaves, wind, dogs in the next yard, and grass, but she was totally uninterested in us. The adoption assistant described Lucy as "more of a dog's dog" than a human's companion. She told us that Lucy had been at the shelter a long time because she just wasn't friendly. Disappointed, we left Lucy at the shelter and went home.
For the next few days, I couldn't stop thinking about Lucy. I rationalized that since we were really looking for a dog to keep old Claude company, it didn't matter that Lucy wasn't very people-friendly. My husband finally agreed, so we went back to the shelter to collect Lucy. On the ride home, Lucy was very nervous and curled up in my lap for comfort. When we got home and walked Lucy over the threshold, she instantly transformed! Lucy greeted our other dogs, then hopped right up on the couch and looked around as if to say, "Finally, I'm home."
Later as we were looking at Lucy's papers from the shelter, we discovered that they had records on her from two years back. She had been stuck there in that cage forever; it was no wonder that she wasn't friendly!
Today, Lucy is our happiest, friendliest, most snuggly dog. She does lounge in the yard sometimes with Claude during the day, but she sleeps in our bed every night. We can't imagine life without our Lucy, the best human's companion ever!
Eight years ago, Purrcival, our beloved Russian Blue cat of thirteen years, died. It was a hard blow to the whole family, but it was particularly hard for my youngest daughter. She was mourning so deeply that we finally took her to the pound to try to find a kitty that would help to heal her broken heart.
We have a wonderful no-kill shelter in our little town, and at that time they were overrun with kitties of all sizes and descriptions. My daughter was a little overwhelmed, but it didn't take her too long to zero in on a very small black cat that only had three legs. She rolled on her back, and reached out to pat us with her one remaining front leg, and that was all it took. My daughter was hooked.
The people at the pound told us that she and her sibling were dumped out in the country where they were caught in an animal trap down by the river. Her sibling was killed, and she lost her left front leg. She was only about four months old. We took her home and named her Purrsephone. (A play on the name Persephone, the goddess of spring.) For about a month she never ventured far out of my daughter's bedroom. But day by day she became bolder and bolder, until she was comfortable with us and the whole house. Her missing leg never slows her down, and she even climbs up on the roof to "help" my husband with the Christmas lights every year. She has remained very small, but she has a huge personality!