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My cat Slash had been my best friend for 14 years before she passed away from cancer. After that I decided that I didn't want any more pets for a while. Then just after christmas someone handed in a cat to the local council, which I hapened to be there at the same time and saw this poor scared little kitten in a 'Louis Vittion' cat cage. When the animal shelter came to collect it I handed them my mobile number and said "if the kitten dosen't have a home please call me and I will find a home for it." I called the shelter they said "if no one collects it after 8 days, depending on temprement (it was a little bit ferral but not mangey) it would be de-sexed vet checked etc. So I bought her home and sent out emails to EVERYONE at my work and friends to find a home for this kitten. Well Molly Faith now has a home with me she is spoilt beond her wildest imaginagiton. and I love her to bits.
We were struggling with the loss of our beloved dog, Scooter, when we saw a news story about all the homeless dogs in Las Vegas. We decided to go to Petsmart on adoption day "just to look". Well, we fell in love with little Pepper - she was so sweet and loved us immediately. She was just perfect for our family - and we realized that life is best in our family when there's a dog to love.
I adopted a beaten chihuahua terrier, with a broken rib, I looked at him a few times, and watched everyone just put him back for a few weeks. they would take him out walk him and say we dont want to pay for the vet bill. So I said if he was still there the next week I would. and I dident even wait I drove 45 min half way home, and turned right ... See Morearound and got him. I would not trade it for anything... So mellow, and quiet, and acts like the cat. Just wants food and a walk. Everyone seeme to just want a puppy and then when it turns 2 they dont want it. so there are tons of young dogs that need help
A few months after my last cat died, I decided I was ready to begin the search for a new furry critter. Then a friend said a cat had wandered into the basement of our apartment building. I took a can of cat food with me when I went to do my laundry. I found the cat, put the can down and stepped away so she could eat without being afraid of me. She took a bite of food, ran over to me to be petted, ran back to the food, etc. As I started to walk away, she followed me. I explained to her that if she followed me into the elevator, and then into my apartment, we would be BFFs (best friends forever). She did, and we are. That was 12 years ago.
My husband and I met Fitz at a local pet supply store that was hosting the Western PA Humane Society. I noticed a crate of puppies and had to take a look, even though we had no intention of adopting one. Fitz snugged against my chest and gave my husband a kiss. An hour later, we had welcomed a two month old tan and white American Pit Bull Terrier into our family. Two years later we started to search for a brother for Fitz. We searched for a few months and the three of us met quite a few potentials but none of them seemed to like Fitz. Late one night I saw Freddy on Petfinder.com. He was gorgeous - a four month old red brindle and white Moo Moo patterned APBT - and I fell in love immediately. I emailed FurkidRescue.org and that weekend Brent, Fitz, and I met Freddy. He was friendly, happy, adorable, and most important of all, he and Fitz really liked each other! We adopted Freddy that day and renamed him Miikka. Fitz is now a bit over 3 years old, and Miikka is 17 months. They are both 60 lbs. Fitz and Miikka are best friends, always playing or snoozing together. Fitz is an absolute Daddy's girl and Miikka is certainly a Momma's boy.
I can't imagine life without our two adopted Pit Bulls. They are definitely lovers not fighters! The love and companionship they give us is infinite and unconditional. I will never, ever consider buying a dog from a breeder when there are so many amazing pets in shelters and rescues waiting for their fur-ever homes!
My name is Tahoe. Mom got me out of the shelter when I was only 12 weeks old. They told her that I had a sick heart from bad breeding. Mom said she would let me be a permanent foster dog for her rescue group. I loved it at her house with so many other dogs to play with!! Mom and Dad loved me very much. They treated me like I was one of their own puppies and gave me medicine to help me feel better. It worked pretty well for a while; I could run and play all night. My golden brother Danny was a great wrestle partner.
Then 6 months later, I got a nosebleed that wouldn't stop. My liver had stopped working and my blood wouldn't clot. They took me to get ice cream with dog treats in it, and then they held me until I went to play with their other dogs that had already gone to this great place called the rainbow bridge. Mom told me to play and have fun until she showed up to get me.
Seven years ago a tiny black kitten climbed to the top of a 40 foot tree and proceeded to sing all night long. A friend's daughter managed to get her down. At the time I was visiting in Memphis and my friend thought I needed a kitten to replace my beloved Squeaker that I had lost 6 months before after 18 years of love. I arrived home to a wonderful black ball of fur that loved to cuddle. She stole my heart away. Ms. Smoke is now a 13 pound indoor cat with a great growl and purr. She is also the master of the cold, icy stare. The other two cats know who is the queen.
Our son wanted a black kitten for Christmas and after searching high and low we found this tiny black spitfire. His mom was a barn cat and his father was feral. Thunder got his name from his huge purr from such a tiny body....he vibrated.
Thunder ran the house and battled with my husband over who slept on the pillows on the bed at night. He adored our dog, Bailey and regularly played with him, groomed him and slept with him. They even would share the same food dish if something good was in it. He would come and lay on me in the morning telling me it was time to wake up with that unbelievable purr
When we moved to Egypt from Canada, Bailey and Thunder came with us. Thunder then became the foster father to all the feral kittens in the area. He watched over them all and they adored him, rubbing up against him and running to him purring loudly whenever they saw him. There was never a growl from any cat while Thunder was out on the deck, even with 12 cats at the dishes.
Thunder passed away last year after giving us 16 years of laughter and love. Bailey waited for him at the door and searched for three weeks in all Thunder's usual hangouts. We will always miss him.
A few years ago during the Hurricane Katrina rescue efforts I went down to a makeshift shelter in Tylertown MS and met a spunky little 9 week old pup. She had been found on the side of the road with a badly broken leg that required extensive surgery. Wanting her leg to heal she was unable to walk around much and had to be carried most of the time. The day before I was to leave she was picked up, with several other dogs, to be taken to an organization from New York City where she would continue to heal and eventually be up for adoption. When she left that place I did nothing but cry - then I cried all the way home. Once home I couldn't get her out of my mind. We already had 4 dogs and a 5th was out of the question (or so my husband told me) but he soon realized this little one was coming to our home. I contacted the facility in NY and "Lucy" was doing great. I spoke with the director and told him my story and I that I wanted and needed this pup to come and live with our family. Soon, I flew out to NY and brought her home. She is the princess in our family and all who meet her want to take her home. We are truly blessed by her fun and goofy spirit. We truly love Lucy!
In three short months, we lost our 14 and 15-year-old rescued dogs. The house was too quiet. There were no barks of joy when we arrived home, or the usual rush for that dropped piece of food. We missed the cuddles and the unconditional love. My aunt's doctor said, "You don't need a happy pill, you need a new dog." We found Skippy at the pound. He immediately became my 93-year-old aunt's dog who never left her side! After my aunt passed away, Skippy turned his attention on me. It’s been five years since that time and that’s Skippy at twelve. He knew that he was home the moment he walked through the door. We thought that we had rescued him, but he rescued each of us, one at a time.