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Hihma, (pronounced "Hee-maw"), was found a feral at 3 weeks old. She was with her mom (who looked to have a healed-over broken jaw) and playing with her littermate, when I noticed she was dragging her back legs. She immediately stole my heart. I had to scoop her up before she was discovered by a dog, a mean human, or some other horrible fate. To the vet she went and they found no sign of injury, which meant it was neurological. Hihma (Thai for snowball) is a happy kitty who gets along just fine. Of course, she loves her head scratched because she can't do it herself but she has a fierce spirit, pulling herself up a 3-story condo with her front paws! If you were to ask her, she is just like the other kitties in the house -- perfect! Her strength and attitude is something I see and try to incorporate into my own life everyday.
As a foster for Adopt a Rescue Pet in Las Vegas I was asked to take Grizzly Adams home. He was in need of medication to get him healthy enough for adoption. After about 2 weeks he was well enough to find a forever home. A couple adopted him and I continued to foster others but always remembered my Grizzy. The adoption did not work and I was asked to pick him up after that there was no going back. I knew Grizzy had a forever home with me. Grizzy has seperation anxiety so we have had some hurdles but we will work through them. When I look in his eyes all I see is love
Pam and Steve went on vacation to the Bahamas in 2006,and their vacation ended like no other.
Every night after dining out, Pam & Steve would search for strays, better known as "Potcakes" and feed them leftovers. One dog imparticular stole Pam's heart. Pam noticed this gentle soul looked very sickly with matted hair and very thin. Pam cried all night thinking about this homeless "angel". Leaving her that night was difficult and so they went back in the morning to find her, To her amazement, there she was! Pam and Steve took her home. Once back at the house they noticed, she was very scared and timid. They shaved her downâ¦.removing many of the mattes. With that, she would be called "Rags".
There were many hurdles still to overcome. Rags was sicker than they ever imagined. They realized she would need someone to foster her until well enough to travel to the US. Through care, luck and fate, Pam & Steve found a wonderful family who agreed to foster Rag's until she was well enough to travel back to the US.
Pam told me the story of "Rags." and explained she was unable to take her. Pam already had a dog. My husband Brian and I agreed to welcome Rags into our home with open arms.
With great joy, Rags joined the Armstrong Family on Oct 31st 2006. Rags has brought us an abundance of pleasure. She is the sweetest dog, with a kind heart. We don't know her "true" background, nor do we know how old she is, but we do know one thing, Rag's has brought more joy to our lives than we could have ever imaged, and I truly believe that she was put on this earth for us.
We found her on petfinder.com. Her name was Cocoa back then and she was rescued by Dawn's Canine Rescue in New York State from a kill shelter in Tennessee. We got her when she was about 9 weeks old. Soon we discovered that Cocoa was the perfect puppy, a smart, loving and adorable dog - getting along perfectly with our 3 kids and our rescued cat - so smart and fast learning that we decided the name Jackie to be more appropriate. Today (only a few months later) Jackie is a full member of our family - we could never imagine not to have her !! And thanks to dedicated people like Dawn and the people from Petfinder Jackie has found a family and a future ! Thank you !
Snoopy is hunting dog,as a puppy less than a month old he was left all alone in the small cage in the yard close to my workshop.He was crying so loud for couple of days before I find him.He was so weak and skinny.From the moment I put him in my pullover he slept for days..Man who left it there came to me to ask his dog back.We where arguing about two months until he finally took the dog from me and put it in the same cage.It took me lot of trouble to find the place he live and take back the Snoopy.He is wonderful dog!
Midnight was unwanted, less than a month old Kittie thrown in a basement to hunt the mouses with two rottweilers around it!It was so quiet and skinny.I took him home.I didn't know how they are going to react on each other,but I was so happy to see that they love each other from the moment they met.Midnight is very special cat.He is gentle and calm full of love for everyone.Never scratch,never fight and always close to Snoopy and us.They never make mess in the house,they kiss us for good night and wake us up in the morning with hugs and kisses.They play together sleep together,eat together..I wish all the people could be so lovely and gentle like them.
Five three week old little puppies were found in the parking lot of a pancake house and were brought to me. When I saw Beethoven I knew he was sent to me. He has brought joy and laughter into my and my 13 years old Broomhilda's life.
Our little Mittens had been a mere 2 weeks old when someone left her in the vestibule of a Wal-Mart, one Saturday morning just over 6 years ago. A bunch of folks looked at her, but she fell asleep on my wife's shoulder; we were hooked and took her home.
Nursing a baby kitten is not exactly easy, but she was worth it!
Our vet said she may have been the runt of her litter, but that's not true any more. She is full-sized now, and a real princess!
We recently had to find a good home for our two cats because of my husband's allergies and we're devastated by the loss. It was fate that little Wolfgang became ours! A week after missing the kitties I walked into my husband's office and said "let's look at NE Humane Society's website, I want a Yorkie" and there he was, "Harry" -- turns out he had just gone up for adoption that morning! My husband was not so convinced.
That afternoon, when pulling up to a restaurant for lunch, I said "after this let's go meet Wolfie" but my husband was still hesitant.
I eventually convinced him to go to the pound and we walked in the front area, which is usually a busy mix of people and potential pets milling around, but it was empty. Then one girl walked out of the visiting rooms with a tiny dog in toe. I said, "Is that Harry by any chance?" and she said "Why yes, I'm just taking him out to go to the bathroom." Out of all the dogs in the entire place, Harry was the only one in the entire front room!!
That sealed the deal, fate had been throwing out signs and I read them all. Turns out he was a rescue from a puppy mill and had been kenneled all day and night of his little three-year life. Flea bitten and infected we are loving Harry Wolfgang "Wolfie" back to health.
Lucky Lou aka Louie was one of a litter of six puppies that I rescued July 2009. He and another of the litter found their way to my home through a wooded area. When I found where they had come from, I went after the other four. They had not been handled and therefore did not want anything to do with people in general.
I worked with them and started taking them to adoptions with a local animal rescue group. Louie would follow a small child around the xpen and lean against the wire so that they could touch him. He is such a friendly and loving boy and luckily was seen by a friend of a very nice person looking for a Christmas present for her son. They came to my home so that she could meet him and it was love at first sight. I agreed to keep him for a month and am sure glad that I did.
This is Louie and "HIS" Christmas present.
A disheveled old man was how this little guy was described. He sat shivering in the corner of the kennel at the pound, waiting to be put down as no one was interested. I was a travel nurse on assignment in Ft Lauderdale and I had just lost my little white, male Cairn Terrier and felt I was ready to adopt another dog, but I wanted the opposite of what I had. And I didn't want an older dog, I wanted a puppy that I'd have for a long time. Here sat this almost hairless, ringworm infected, tick-infested little guy. I held him, removed a huge tick from his lip and he put his head on my shoulder, with both paws around my neck. The best hug I've ever received. After he had been neutered, the Vet told me I'd have him for a really long time as he was only 9 months old. Not the "Old Man" everyone thought he was. We spent 4 months curing his systemic ringworm and all his other health problems.
From day one he's told me when he had to go outside, he's never chewed anything up and has been the best dog we've ever had. Since moving to Bocas del Toro, Panama he spends his days greeting guests at the dive shop, guarding the couch and just being lazy. All I know is that everyday is better because of Chance (as in second chance for both him and me).