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This beautiful cat, which we now call Roscoe, was left behind to fend for himself when the people across the street from my house moved. He would sit on the porch of the only home he had known. We noticed him carrying anything he could find to eat, even a dead squirrel, back to his porch. My boyfriend and I would see him running from our porch after getting a meal from the cat food I had out for my own cat.
Roscoe would sit on his porch looking across the street at my house. My boyfriend would say, "He's looking for a new home and he knows he has found it!" I would tell him, "I don't need another cat, seeing that I have one, along with the dog and bird I already have!" To make a long story short, Roscoe did find a new home, right across the street from his old home!
Roscoe is such a character and has a funny personality! He got his name from the one person that knew what he was thinking, my boyfriend's middle name is Roscoe! I thought it was a good name for him and it has fit him well! He has been a joy to have around and we're glad he scoped out the house across the street!
My very first fur friend brought me to see and understand the beauty, grace and love of animals. Many, many have followed. My fur children are my world. Each and every one of them rescued from one situation or another. Rusty, my eldest and seen in the pic, was 2 at rescue and is 19 yrs old to date! He was in the middle of a busy intersection with cars driving by, honking and scaring him. When I reached the intersection, I stopped traffic, picked him up and have been Blessed with him ever since. My current fur children number 5 dogs and 2 cats ranging in age from 3 yrs. on up to his astounding 19yrs. All with as much love to give as can be imagined! Each uniquely filling my days with laughter, fun and joy!
We adopted our rottweiler Jake just about a year ago. We took him home and he became very ill overnight. We immediately took him to the animal hospital and found out he had parvo. He was in the hospital for about a week and we almost lost him. Although he was only in our home for one night, he had already stolen our hearts. We are so very grateful to the veterinary staff that saved his life. He is now back in his forever home.
Charlie was found in a field by where I used to work by a gentleman who brought her into my building to see if anybody knew what to do with her.
She was two or three days old and having raised an abandoned kitten before I said I would take her, one look at that face and I knew I had to try. That was eight years ago and not a day has gone by that I havent been thankful for the gift of that tiny kitten.
This is Boots and she has a very special home. She was adopted a year ago from the New Albany Animal Shelter and lives with the abused and neglected kids at the Floyd County Youth Shelter. Boots is the only permanent resident at the youth shelter. The animal shelter really worked hard to find the perfect cat for us. Their dog behaviorist checked out over 60 cats and narrowed the field to two that would have the adaptability to deal with our houseful of kids. We average 12 kids at any one time and 400 pass through our doors in a year.
Boots has been a great therapist for our kids. The childcare staff reports that Boots moves from room to room, sleeping with different kids most nights. When staff checks the residents log, they find that the child that Boots has snuggled up next to is also the child that had some sort of trauma earlier that day. Our professional mental health workers consider Boots a real asset.
When Boots has had too much attention from the kids, she seeks shelter in the front office, napping in a chair in front of a sunny window. When she wants to play she has lots of room and a huge fan club to entertain her, including the staff.
The children take the responsibility to feed Boots and keep her litter box clean. It's a great lesson in caring about someone else's needs.
We believe Boots is about 3 years old and hope to have our "shelter" cat with us for a long long time.
I was helping my niece search online for the perfect family dog for her first home. There I saw 7 month old Skylar in St. Louis, MO ( rescued from a home where his mother was being beaten with a 2"x 4" piece of wood regularly for barking & luckily a neighbor reported it & saved the pups.) I filled out an adoption application, paid the fees & was approved New Years Eve 2010. Skylar was the one, for me that is, since I lost my loving 7 yr old Afghan Hound tragically 10 yrs ago. Skylar was transported the week before my birthday! What a great gift!
After Skylar (aussie/pyrenees mix) settled in he was too big to play wrestle with our 2 cats so we got him a buddy. The first pup that caught our eye online did not like us when we met him at the shelter in Bridgeport, CT. But while we were there, we met Tyson (bulldog mix) who was not listed online yet but was up for adoption. Tyson had a look on his face that said "take me" plus he was the same age/size as Skylar so we brought him home. The shelter staff was ecstatic!
We just celebrated their combined birthday! Happy Birthday Tyson and Skylar 1 year old July 1st 2010! All are best buddies including the cats. Our family consists of all neutered, all adopted handsome boys! I always send the rescues, where I adopted them from, an updated photo of them when I can!
My little cat Treacle was found with her umbilial cord still on but without a mother. I happened to be visitng my local vet that day and was shown a tiny little cold kitten. Jan, one of the vet nurses reared her and she became mine. She is very gentle and relaxed. She loves to sit on shoulders. She and my other cat Harrie really enjoy their cat run.
We didn't need another cat. We already had three and our Chloe, a Torti-Siamese affectionately called "Princess Fancy Pants" was enough of a diva that we had a pretty full house. Chloe is my boyfriends cat who was left by his ex-wife and had never really been socialized so she lived in the closet most of the time and did not like humans. It took 6 months of catching Chloe and forcing her to be petted to make her come around and now she is a demandcing lap cat. One day I made the "mistake" of looking online and found Chloe's "twin", another Torti. After reading her bio on how she doesn't like humans (but loves other cats) and therefore was pretty much unadoptable, I thought of Chloe and her trials and knew I had to bring this shelter kitty home. Knowing she'd never be adopted otherwise, it broke my heart to know she'd spend her life in a shelter. Because of Chloe, we already knew the routine: catch her every day and force her to be petted and loved on so we felt very equipped to adopt her. So, we filled out the adoption papers and after two months, finally brought Lzzy home . Lzzy (aka Princess 'Fraidy Pants) is a scared kitty who runs every time she sees us (it's only been a week since we got her), but every day she's coming out a little more, interacting her three kitty siblings and every day, if only for a few minutes, I catch her, pet her, and talk to her. I believe in time, she'll learn to trust us and I know that this previously "unadoptable" beauty now has a forever home even if she never sits on my lap. Please adopt!
We found Millie on a freezing December morning huddled by the side of the road. She was heavily matted, covered with fleas and anemic. After a few days at the vet she became a beautiful addition to our family. She is very opinionated and demanding at times but also is very loving and happy to be in her forever home.
Killer was a 1 yr old cockapoo. Seeing him, it's no wonder he only had a day left. He was a mess, you could't tell his head from his rear. We found out his previous owners were a couple, the man beat the woman, and "Killer" would try to defend the woman (as much as a 12lb puppy could) and was beaten for it. He quickly resonded to training. He was so smart. Learned all kinds of tricks easily. Unfortunately, he had seizures, and was though to be epileptic. We were told he'd need daily medication. I didn't think his seizures patterened epilepsy, and I knew of the side effects of seizure meds. Upon further research, I thought his episodes more closely followed allergic reactions. I did a few trials. He was allergic to Red Dye #40, a dye in most pet foods. When I changed his diet, his seizures stopped completely. So this isn't just a happy rescue story-which it is, Killer was my baby, this is a story for anyone who has a pet "diagnosed" with epilepsy. 3 different vets passed it off as epilepsy = a lifetime of seizure meds. Just give it a try. Monitor the ingredients of their food. A few brands of foods do not contain the dye. Killer lived a long and spoiled life, along with his sister Tuffy, a Bichon-Maltese mix, until the ripe old age of 15. Spoiled and loved every day. He left the most precious impression on my life.
I don't know who said it, but it's the most truthful statement I've ever encountered.... "A dog is the only person who will love you more that it loves its self."
And a thought...what would the world be like if we really were the person our dogs thought we were?