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This is Rocket. I found him at my local animal shelter where I had been volunteering. No one knew too much about Rocket, only that he had been in three different homes before coming to the shelter and was approximately a year old. I have had Rocket now for six years and could not imagine my life without him. I'm still not sure of his breed, he's a beagle something or other but what I do know is that he is the best friend I could ever ask for. No matter what kind of day I'm having I can be assured that he will make me laugh out loud at least once. I encourage everyone to visit their local shelters, there are hundreds of great companions just waiting to find their forever home.
Being well over "21" and never having a dog, I was somewhat reticent when my wife suggested we adopt one. She had pets, particularly canines, throughout her life. On a spring day 2 years ago, my wife and her daughter decided to pursue a "shelter dog" she found on-line. Against my better judgment, she brought a dog home. When she walked in with this rescue dog - who was the cutest, most frightened, thin cocker spaniel I had ever seen - it was love at first sight. She had been named Molly by her rescuer. We were told that Molly was 2 years old at that time. Molly absolutely loves her tennis ball(s) and is one of the best outfielders one could imagine. Her preference is to catch fly balls which she never misses. Molly is the love of our lives and it would be hard to imagine life without her. I have come to understand the statement "Dogs Rule"
We rescued Bullet from an animal rescue in Murrells Inlet, SC. He was old and sick and moved so very slow. Hence the name Bullet. He was thin, had Sarcoptic Mange so bad that you could see his bones and skin all over his body, and his ears were full of an awful Pseudomonas infection. He certainly looked beastly and we knew no one would ever adopt him. He was constantly scratching and shaking his ears. He was a pathetic site and it broke our hearts. He had been there about a year and this was the middle of the hot South Carolina summer. He was miserable. I went daily for months to give him 2 medicated baths, rinse his ears, and medicate him. He hated it but allowed me to do what was needed. Six months and over $1,000.00 later he is living with us and our 4 other rescue dogs. He is full of hair, has a big full tummy, and feels great. It is such a delight to see his tail wag and to look into his big, beautiful brown eyes that once had no sign of life in them. He has indeed gone from the Beast to our Handsome Bullet.
In August of 2009 I lost my beloved dog Chelsea ( a rescue dog from Oakland, NJ) of 13 years. I was heart broken. Within two weeks a little stray cat appeared in our yard. She was missing part of her ear and was very frightened. I put food out for her, which she ate by taking a mouthful at a time while running away... Through patience (and food) I gained her trust. By October she began sitting on my lap, allowing me to pet her. Up until December she slept outside on our porch afraid of the indoors. It was a though she had never been inside before and she'd often panic. By Christmas she was an integral part of the family, sleeping inside, hardly ever wanting to venture into the cold. The most important part of each and every day is when she sits on my lap and looks up at me with affection. We found each other when we needed to. She eased my broken heart. She has helped make the long months of unemployment and uncertainty tolerable. She is named Rainbow for a rainbow appeared in the sky the first time she looked up at who was feeding her. I end each day by telling her I love her.
Gabby showed up at my door a crying, desperate, tattered stray. I couldn't turn her away thinking how terrible her life must have been her first year of life. She's now a happy, healthy, beautiful (spoiled) Princess that insists on sleeping only on the finest bedding. She adds life and fun every day and talks constantly-hence her name Gabby... She is so sweet!
We adopted Sandy from the Houston Humane Society after putting our 17 1/2 yr. old dog down. I never thought we could find a dog as great as that one but we did. She is super smart. I only wish she could talk and tell us why her former owners gave her up.
My husband and I have 3 dogs and all are rescues. Twinkie, our corgi mix, was rescued from the animal shelter at 2 months after her previous owner couldn't take care of her after owning her for a couple of days. We believe it was fate. Ryman, our rat terrier mix, was adopted from a rescue group adoptathon at a Petsmart while we were waiting for Twinkie to get groomed. We had been to the store earlier that day and when we were back later in the evening we couldn't believe that she was still not adopted. It was again fate that brought us to her. Chester, a boxer mix, is our most recent rescue. We decided to give him a good home after meeting a woman who had rescued him from an abusive owner. All 3 are our pride and joy and we treat them like they are our "children." In alot of ways, we feel like they have all rescued us! :)
Andy is a sphinx mix, that was brought to our local humane society 2 years ago. As a volunteer in the shelter, I took prospective new owners back to see the kittens. Because of his appearance, and being quite sickly, Andy was quickly passed over, often with laughter at such a homely site. My heart went out to him, and I knew he had to come home with me. I'm so glad he did. Andy is a bright light in my life, my little constant companion. To me, he is the most beautiful creature on earth, inside and out, and proof that one should never judge by what they see, but by what the heart does.
My husband is a police officer and was working the day a call came in from someone saying that their neighbor had thrown a dog out the window and it had been laying there for a week. They had been putting food and water by the dog, but it was unable to move.
We found out from animal control that she was going to be put down because she had a badly broken hip.
We called around trying to find someone to take her. We even offered to pay for vet bills. We were worried about bringing her to our home because she was so small and we have a rottweiler.
Lucky for us we were unable to find anyone because she has been with us for a year now and I couldn't imagine our lives without her.
Neither can our rottweiler. They are best friends and play all the time.
Lucky is one of my three dogs ( I also wrote Daisy's story).
My sister found Lucky laying in a creek by her house and slowly got him to follow her home.
When I met him he was in her backyard. We couldn't get him to move. He would not eat and had difficulty drinking water. He was throwing up any water he drank.
I took him to the emergency vet and they informed me he had parvo.
They said he had been sick for quite awhile and probably wouldn't make it.
They asked if I wanted to have him put down.
I asked them to please try and save him. I visited him at the vet every day.
After a few days they called and told me he had started eating on his own.
Over the next few months we found several other health issues, but finally he was given a clean bill of health.
He has been with me for 8 1/2 years now and is doing great!