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We adopted Buddy from the Humane Society...he ran away from his owner. I'm so glad Buddy's in my life because with his love I've beaten Cancer.
Benny was about 9 months old when he was rescued, quite starved, from a golf course by a shelter volunteer in Cottonwood AZ. My husband and I were looking for a cat, and although we saw so many, this skinny little orange and white guy caught our eye. We asked to see him and when the attendant went to open his cage door which also held his food bowl, he pulled it back....he wasn't done eating!! That spunky move won our hearts and now our chatty Benny is still ever so much the character....loves food, hugs and showing off.....and we wouldn't have him any other way.
We heard about Minnie from a friend of a friend who had to give her up. We went to see her at the Burlington County Animal Alliance and we had an instant connection! She has been the most wonderful addition to our family! Always full of love and looking for her next belly rub!
Bosco is my favorite dog at the Humane Society of Sullivan County. He is very loving and just wants to be with you. He rides in the front seat with me to Subway for lunch and comes over for sleepovers at my house with my "kids". He came in as a stray but was never claimed. He has been in our shelter for months and was adopted to a family once and brought back because he was too big for thier small children. He was happy to see us all at the shelter, but confused because he didn't understand why he was back. We had a horrible outbreak of K9 distemper at our facility and we lost all but five dogs. Bosco survived. After many failed adoption events and potential interested adopters we had given up hope. Bosco need to go to a rescue to go into foster care and try to get a new home. We had to preform a heartworm test and Bosco was positive. We didn't know what to do, but the NEXT DAY, a group of second grade students came for a field trip and brought us a check for over $500 they had raised having penny wars! Because of thier graciuos act of kindness, Bosco could have the life-saving treatment he deserved. The next day, Bosco was adopted by a nice young single man looking for a best friend. We couldn't have been happier. And as I watched Bosco ride off into the sun, hanging out the window of the Jeep looking towards a fabulous life with his new best friend...I thought to my self...God is good and on days like this, I know why I do what I do.
I had recently had to put down my 16-1/2 year old yellow lab and I was devastated. My husband tried to find another dog for me right away, but I wasn't ready. One weekend, while traveling to a race, my husband saw a blue freeway sign saying SPCA. He asked me if I wanted to stop and take a look. I couldn't say no. When we entered, I asked the woman at the front desk to show me the dogs who were next on the list to be euthanized. As this was a very rural shelter, she showed me 10 dogs. There were 4 pitbulls, 3 chihuahuas, a really old poodle mix, a young lab mix, and Bodie. Skinny, matted, smelling like he'd recently fought with skunks, and horribly frightened, he walked right up to the front of the cage. He somehow knew I was there to rescue him. My husband, who really thought we would be getting a larger dog, looked at me and said, "That one? The little skinny smelly one?" I said, "Absolutely."
It's been 2 years since that awesome day, and I am forever grateful to my husband for making us stop, as well as to whoever tossed Bodie out like garbage into the world to fend for himself. In my opinion, you truly missed out on the most loving, most beautiful dog in the entire world. He is a true delight and makes me laugh multiple times every day. As everyone asks me what breed he is, I recently ran his DNA and found out he is 1/2 miniature pincher and 1/2 golden retriever. A truly original blend. I call him my "Mini Golden," my best friend, and the love of my life.
In August 2009, I had to put down my 13 year old Golden Retriever, Missie. She'd been with me since I was 14 and she was a puppy, and we'd basically grown up together. I was devastated.
After a month, my Mother suggested that I look into adopting another dog...a "dog person" just cannot be dog-less. :) I began looking on shelter websites and rescue sites, and then one day, I came across a photo of a little dog with the biggest ears I'd ever seen- a Chiweenie named Sir Chance-a-Lot.
Chance is a true rescue story. He was found completely by "chance," only about 2 months old, in a box next to a dumpster. He had Parvo and was nearly dead, and he was covered head to toe in ants. A girl named Laura just happened to be walking to her car one day and had a gut feeling she should look into the box. She also just happened to be a veterinary technician and runs a canine rescue outside of Fort Worth. She took him him and nursed him back to health. He went home and to the veterinarian's office with her every day, so he could be constantly monitored. The Parvo was advanced and the ants had eaten him raw. Over the next few months, he recovered and Laura named him Sir Chance-a-Lot, in order of the unlikely set of chances that led to his survival.
When I saw Chance's big ears and heard his story, I fell head over heels. When I went to see him in person, Laura put him down on the floor and he ran straight to me and jumped into my arms, where he's been ever since. :) I call him my little Miracle Puppy, and he really is!
I just wanted to comment on the story about Geno. We rescued a dog from another shelter that was on the streets and abused but looks just like Geno. She's a girl named Bailey and she is the smartest and most loving/protective/sweetest dog I have ever had. I have always had full breeds until Bailey and I will never ever get any dog that is a full breed or is not a rescue. She has made us so happy. We are in L.A. so if the owner of Geno is close or wants to be in touch please look me up on facebook. Ashley Miller Greene
I was teaching a class at a community college located in the country on the outskirts of town. It was raining that day and a small, brown puppy was trying to find shelter among the campus buildings. Some of my students and I coaxed him toward us and gave him water and crackers. He looked so pitiful and sad, I could not resist. I put him in my car and drove straight to the vet's office. Although the puppy was filthy dirty, the vet pronounced him to be a "good, solid pup." I took the puppy to the next class session and my students helped me decide on the name Bacchus. Bacchus accompanied me to class many times that semester and could easily convince the students to pet and spoil him. That was over 12 years ago. Now Bacchus is grey around the muzzle and he has lost his hearing. But he is a happy dog who loves walks, sleeping on the bed, eating any snack that comes from a plastic wrapper, and being the center of attention. Bacchus has been the light of my life and I feel so blessed to have him.
Sadie was found running the streets of a large city, a million people.
She was so fast no one could catch her.
Finally the "dreaded dog catcher" did capture her and took her to the pound. The pound here house dogs that are undesirable , I think, because after a long while, no one claimed this magnificent dog. She is a pure-bred Brittany Spaniel. We didn't care , though, we just loved her little grin.
Well, being a bird dog, she was thrilled to find her forever home on five acres in the country, where she could romp and play to her heart's content.
We would be missing a big part of happiness if Sadie hadn't wanted us for her family. She is the sweetest, most content, animal I have ever had, and I've had many in my 68 years.
15 years ago - a friend of mine told me she found a little tabby in a garage all covered in dirt and oil and told me I would be a great "mom" to the little guy. How cold I ever say no although I had another cat at home and was not sure how they would be with each other. Bringing Taz home was certainly an expereice at the beginning and he got his name becsuse he was the biggest brat in the world, climbing up and on everything, chasing my other cat everywhere, totally terrorizing (in a nice way...) the household but he had a heart of gold and that's how he got his name, The Tazmanian Devil that I shortened to Taz He was my baby boy and acted more like a dog than cat. He followed me everywhere in the house, when I took a bath - he sat beside me, he never left my side for a moment. I loved both of my little ones so so dearly. Then one day - unexpectedly- he devoloped severe kidney failure and after a week of treatments , intervenus, etc he was so sick and weak I had no choice but to put him to sleep.A shock becasue my other cat was 4 years older. That was the hardest day of my life. It has only been 7 months since his passing and I still miss and love him dearly. But he is forever in my heart. Thank goodness my friend brought that little guy to me all those years ago- I believe we lightened up each others lives for the time that we were both blesssed to have together.