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This is little Phoebe. She came to the back door of my office scratching to be let in a year ago. I contacted all of the area shelters, websites, and looked for signs from anyone that might be looking for her. Nobody appeared to be looking for her. She was very sick when she found me. She had ear mites, worms, giardia, and fleas. It took 3 baths to see what color she really was. I don't know who had her before me, but I don't think it was a good situation. She is terrified of other people and won't even get near any door that leads out to the front of our house. After many vet visits and medications she is finally healthy and the sweetest little girl ever. She joins our two other dogs that we also rescued. She gave our 12 year old Buster new life, and our 5 year old Toby is her best friend. She's our angel and we are so glad she found us!
He was a big baby. He loved children. He loved to play. He took a lot, and I mean a LOT of grief from his petmate, Bella, but he still played with her. We moved to Fontana and the flies literally would not leave him alone. No matter how much topical medicine we put on the bites, the flies would not repel! Our sweet Casper developed cancer that would not respond to external treatment. The cost to treat him internally was out of reach for us. There was no one who could take care of him, so his owner, my brother, took him to a "no-kill" shelter. We do not know if some angel came along to take him home and treat his illness or if he is even still among the living. All I know is that he was a great companion who is sorely missed. I picture him with angel wings and that big, goofy, toothless grin he had. Glad you were in my life, Casper. Time to close your eyes and dream of the love given you while with us.
Goldie has been the last of our rescues. (so far). We believe she is a litter mate of Catue's. Goldie is not very people friendly at all. She is not mean and has never bit or scratched, she just makes herself disappear when people are around. Her favorite thing to do, as you can see from her picture, is to snuggle with her daddy. She is definitely a "daddy's girl". She only tolerates me because I live here!
Goldie may have the best personality of all three of our "cat children". She was born with some abnormalities. One eye is discolored and the vet is not sure how much vision she has in it. Her hearing is slightly impaired and she can't meow very well. Her voice is a very high-pitched short squeal. It doesn't matter to us, we think she is perfect.
I am home with her now since I am laid off. She and I are bonding more each day. But she will always be a "daddy's girl".
A friend who volunteers at The Cornelius Animal Shelter told us about a dog there who was running out of time and looked like Zooey, our aging Jack Russell. We went to "look at" her, and there she was --- a dog with a useless right leg (permanently dislocated hip), who could somehow run like the wind (she ran away briefly when we were there), and bayed like a beagle. Of course we brought her home. Zooey approved and they have been best friends since. We had her hip repaired and fenced in our yard, problems solved. She still talks a lot and smiles when she's happy. What a wonderful addition to our family she has been, rescued dogs make terrific pets!!!
In Capone's "other life" he was used as a bait dog and was beaten. His physical injuries were horrifying. I adopted him about 3 years ago and worked on his leg injuries for the first year. He's went from 40 lbs. to 105 now. He is such an amazing dog. I believe he has helped me as much as I have him. He is just like a big Teddy Bear and loves to cuddle. He has brought so much joy to my life and I can't imagine life without him. He is very attached to me and such a loving gentle dog. He's now able to live out the remainder of his life like a dog should with love and stability. I don't understand how anyone could mistreat an animal and my dream is to be able to open a rescue for pits. Please join the fight! Animals feel, they feel pain just like a human, and they don't understand and are helpless to this abuse. And most of all people should JUDGE THE DEED NOT THE BREED!
This is Cooper. My son and I were taking out the trash when we heard this small cry from a hole that formally housed a groundhog family next to the back door at the church I clean part time.! He was freezing, filthy and starving. The vet said he was only 3 maybe 4 weeks old and lucky to be alive. His mother had been killed by a car in the busy intersection out front of the church. We scooped him up and brought him home to the rest of our rescue family consisting of 2 dogs and 3 cats. Our cats are all female and wanted nothing to do with Cooper, so Mr.O'mallie and Chewie dove right in to babysitting duty. It wasn't long untill Cooper realized that he indeed was a dog!! They were the three amigos and he was truly my "baby". We enjoyed 4 wonderful months and then Cooper fell ill one morning and just as suddenly as he entered our lives, he left and went to that kitty place(or doggie place for him probably) in the sky. It was a very sad Christmas for me, O'mallie and Chewie but we have great memories and Cooper had a warm, cozy place to lay his head and a full little belly untill he went home. Even as sad as I am that he is gone, given the chance, I'd do it again. Every little fuzzy creature should have a home and rescue animals are the best, it's like they really know that they were rescued and they apprceciate you for it!! Keep on rescueing until they all have a home!
I fell in love with "Mia" the first time I saw her even though she was starving and mangy looking. There was just something about her that tugged at my heart. Another family owned her but they weren't taking care of her and didn't want her. When I went to pick her up, huge handfuls of fur were coming out and I could see her hip bones. I immediately took her to the vet who said she was suffering from malnutrition and had whipworms. He also stated that she wouldn't have lived much longer if I had not rescued her. Mia now looks like a healthy and beautiful husky should. She follows me everywhere I go, and loves to go walking with me. As you can see on her fur, she loves playing in the snow too. She also blesses me with kisses every morning when I leave for work. She has truly enriched my life and I'm very thankful for her.
I rescued Milton from an animal shelter. The shelter named him "Milton" because he had on an orange collar on when he was found and was probably used as a hunting dog, so we decided to keep the name. I'm so glad Milton escaped. He has brought so much joy to my life. I couldn't have ask for a better dog. He's intelligent, sensitive, and beautiful. No more hunting for Milton! He's my 50-pound lap-dog now.
I got Marceau from a family who had adopted him from the Humane Society. But they later found they didn't have time for him and he spent most of his time tied up in the back yard. Before the Humane Society, he had been feral and had lived a very rough life. He doesn't like anyone who wears baseball caps, he is also still timid around kids on bicycles and big loud pickups. I have had him for 2 years now and can't imagine my life without him. He is my protector, my alarm clock, my doorbell and my joy. He loves his "kitty", (also a rescue), and just hanging out under my feet. He has come a long way since being a "street dog". He is a beautiful boy!
Gracie found us one early Sunday morning in 2009. Our outside dogs had treed an adult cat in the backyard. We brought the dogs in to let the cat go on its way, then later let the dogs back out only to have them barking again! When my husband went to check, he called for me to come outside while he held the dogs. There, just on the other side of the cyclone fence was the tiniest black and white kitten! As soon as I got to the fence, she waddled right through the bottom rung and into my waiting hands and heart! We thought the kitten probably belonged to the cat we saw from earlier that morning, so we attempted to get the adult cat back with her kitten. After a couple of hours, we checked on the kitten and there she came, waddling out from the tall grass, meowing very loudly, heading straight towards me! We took her in the house, gave her a bath, ran to the store for some kitten formula, and well, needless to say, six months later, are wrapped totally around her little paws! Gracie now enjoys a happy, healthy life with full run of our house, including her own room! We love to watch her play with her toys and scamper around the house, but her favorite activity seems to be playing with our shoestrings and "cat"ching water drops! She is total JOY!