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Izzabella Cinderella is a three legged Shih Tzu I thought I rescued for my blind Bugg (Pug/Boston Terrier) but realized she really rescued me!
June 27th 2009 a coyote jumped in our backyard and took our baby girl Kassie (12 yr Lhasa), my life stopped and her buddy Corky (8 yr Bugg) depended on her since he had SARDS. After a month of sadness I decided to look on line for a rescue similar to Kassie. This little big eyed girl jumped out of the computer and into my heart. I contacted her rescue Mom at Holly's Garden to see if she was available and she said yes but she could only go to a home without stairs because she only had three legs, thank goodness we had none. I decided it was Corky's decision weather she was to join our family or not. The next day she visited our home which would be the big test! When she arrived, Corky smelt her then found his way to his toy box and brought her his favorite toy, I knew than SHE was the one! She stayed closed to Corky and even would pull him around by his lease, now that was a funny sight; the three legged Shih Tzu leading the blind Pug. Five months later Corky became ill with kidney failure and joined his sister Kassie! I realized then that Corky had selected Izzie to take over the job of caring for me, I was a MESS! She had to be extra special to take over for two dogs that were my children and she has done just that! She goes everywhere with me, exercise classes, tennis, meetings, flights, movies and work! She truly rescued me and I'm grateful for this Angel Dog with three paws of steel!
In June 1994 a friend was taking the last kitten from a litter her Mama Kitty had to the local shelter. As I was on the way there she asked if I'd be interested in seeing if I'd want to take her. In came this small 8 week old silver and black tabby kitten .... the runt of the litter and a fiery furball of energy that nobody wanted over her litter mates. After about 30-45 minutes of her playing, exploring my apartment and climbing all over and around me and my wheelchair, it was time for them to head on their way. Or so we thought ... I looked down beside me in my wheelchair to see her fast asleep. She had found HOME.
For the first year she was an indoor only cat but she soon had her own ideas about that and after many "training sessions" (not sure who trained who) it was "negotiated" that outside was OK when I was home and as long as she stayed near the apartment door. For 14 summers Marble would lay on the sidewalk and greet any visitors to 'her' courtyard area of the complex. For nearly 16 years Marble was my best friend and my constant companion until 13 February 2010 when I had to make that decision that no pet parent wants to face. She had given me over 15 1/2 years of love and it was now my time to give her that one last 'Gift of Love' ... Freedom from a failing body and pain while still having the dignity that she had all her life.
If Love alone was enough to keep you alive you'd never had left this world before me. I love you & miss you soooooooo very much my little baby girl.
Mia was at local Humane Society in Missouri. We had seen her on pet finder website which had her age at 4-5 years, which was just the age we were looking for as a companion to our Border Collie. When we got there they told us that she had either been a puppy mill escapee or dumped by a puppy mill and that there was an error on her age, she was more like 8-9 years old.
We were upset but didn't think we could handle another older dog as we already had an older Chow Chow who had cancer as well has our 4 year old Border Collie who needed a companion close to her age. After they told us she would not be put down but sent to a no kill German Shepherd rescue group if she didn't get adopted, we felt better about not adopting her & decided to keep on looking. We kept thinking about Mia and after awhile we decided older or not we wanted her & luckily she was still there.
Well, we had our Vet check her health we found out she wasn't 8-9 years old more like the 4-5 years old! You see her front teeth were worn down so they thought she was much older. Our Vet told us that she had no sign of any arthritis or hip problems. Her teeth were a mess, her coat was coarse & she was thin but after the Vet cleaned her teeth & she had a good bath, actually 6 baths in 1day and some decent food she has filled out & is a happy & playful with boundless energy. We have had Mia for over a year now and can't imagine our family without her.
When my family and I moved into our house six years ago, we noticed a skinny tabby cat sleeping on our porch. After about three weeks, we aksed neighbors who the cat belonged to. They announced that the cat was ours since the previous owners had left it behind. The cat was scrawny and very mournful. Because my husband was not crazy about bringing the cat in our house, I began sneaking him in when Jim was not at home. When Jim realized what I was doing, he said we should find a home for the cat. One week later, we were sleeping with our windows open. We heard a horrible cat fight. Before I knew it, Jim jumped from our bed and ran outside. Another tom cat was beating up on the tabby. Jim found the cat under a car down the street. He quietly brought the cat home and plunked him on our bed. He said, "Well that does it. He's our now." Jake the Snake, as he was later named, curled up between us and when I awoke the next morning, was hugging Jim around the neck. The cat has now become our baby and has been through bladder surgery and several illnesses. He is tough and sweet. He also bosses everyone else around. In fact, after we adopted our second lab, he put the dog in his place and continues to do so by yelling at him and swiping at him whenver Darby walks by. No one is really afraid of Jake. They all just pretend to be so that he feels important. We just love our Jake!
My husband and I had two labs and two rescued cats. However, our three children often bring animals home that are strays. One day, our oldest brought home a five week-old kitten that had been dumped at the elementary school down the street. He was skinny, infested with fleas, and starving. I did not think we could keep another animal, but really wanted to help. My kids named him Napoleon Dynamite, calling him Leon for short. I took him to the animal shelter, where I was told they could not accept any cats. Because he was so tiny, I couldn't abandon him to someone who might not care for him. I bathed him, picked fleas off by hand, fed him and held him for days. He was such a scrapper that he quickly gained weight while winning over the house, my husband and my heart. He is now over four years old and the lover of the house. He sleeps on my head at night, and waits for my son at the door. He especially loves my kids and their friends. I often say that he thinks he is a teenager, so often wants to spend time with his peers. Oh, and he especially likes our dryer, so I have to be diligent when checking for castaways before using it. I am so thankful that Leon was brought into our lives!
When my husband and I moved into our current house with our three children, we had one dog. However, the previous owners left behind a cat, Jake, who quickly adopted us and still rules the entire household. About four months after moving in, I was cooking in the kitchen. I heard the plaintive cries of a kitten outside. I ran outside and found the black and white cat running down the street. He literally jumped in my arms. I had been frying chicken, so the kitten eagerly began chomping on my fingers. I figured he was about four months old. He was skin and bones and the little pads on his feet were bleeding. I fed him and he immediately vomited the leathered remains of an old dead mouse he apparently had tried to eat to survive. He was starving! I fed him, gave him water, and then my daughter proceeded to hold him for three days straight. He hardly woke at all. At one point, I thought he had died, because I could not wake him. I took him to the vet and was told that he was fine, just exhausted from running from predators, most likely. He is now six and my sweet buddy. His name is Bo Bo Tuxedo and he wears his formal attire with grace and dignity!
The next spring, one of my kids found the calico in an ice storm. She was struggling to get in the church to avoid the ice and cold. She had been sprayed by a skunk and was clearly traumatized from being dumped. She has an enormous personality and has decided that she is devoted to my husband. She wakes him every morning with kisses. We just love our Cookie!
It was Halloween night in 1995, and a steady stream of ghouls was coming to our door. Then, one group came with a little beagle mix in their arms, asking, "Is this your dog?" The dog was trembling, and her eyes were huge, sad and scared. I said "No, but we'll take her in for the night." We were well aware of what can happen to lost pets on Halloween. So she came in and immediately became a loving lapdog. Our collie, also a rescue, had been kind of sad since we'd found her earlier in the year, and suddenly, when that little dog came along, the collie perked up as if to say, "Look! They got me a puppy!" Needless to say, we fell for the little thing, and our son named her "Pup." Not the most original, but it fit -- short and to the point. She has been guarding our yard and air space ever since. We've had her nearly 15 years, and she's a little cranky and in the throes of some "dog-heimer's," but her loyalty and love are still unequalled!
Our Mr. Buddy passed to natural causes almost a year ago. It was devastating to my son and husband. After giving birth to my daughter; I knew our family was missing someone. My son was down at our family farm and saw the puppies and we discussed our beloved Mr. Buddy passing and how Kevin felt he was ready to adopt a puppy.
We ended up rescuing a black lab mix of some sort that was to be dumped into the woods because the owner couldn't care for him. He is now half a year old and we are told he won't get to be over 25 lbs, perfect for the flat we are renting.
Denver Snugglesworth Chuck Norris Neuman is the perfect pup for our family, able to keep up with both kids..
Thank Goodness for the woman who held him for us so that we were able to have Denver. We are forever grateful for him and you!
Somebody dumped a loving, pregnant cat in our neighborhood, and I found her up a tree with my dogs desperately trying to get at her. I took her to a neighbor's house, where she gave birth to seven kittens the next day. All but one died or had to be euthanized due to birth deformities. This is Bengal, the beautiful and healthy sole survivor, on the day she was born. She and her mother were adopted by my neighbors, who will spay them both and love them forever.
I had a long-standing, burning desire to adopt a Pit Bull---one of the most amazing, and most often misunderstood, breeds out there. As I was looking through the photos of the dogs available for adoption thru Pit Stop Bully's Rescue (Tampa), I was stopped dead in my tracks by a photo of one dog in particular who immediately stole my heart. His personality jumped off the computer screen, and with one look into his beautiful brown eyes, I just knew he belonged with me. I'm happy to say that for 9 months now, Pancho has had the happy and loving home he so very much deserves, and we have a wonderful new additon to our family who brings an incredible amount of joy to our lives every day. Pancho is the bomb - he's best described as a hunk-of-burning-love-let's-get-this-party-started type of fella. Oh yeah, and he thinks he's a lap dog...a very heavy lap dog. He also has a cetain romantic fondness for female golden retrievers, which I think is adorable. As a cherished family pet who is given all the love attention, exercise, socialization, supervision etc. that helps any dog (regardless of breed) be the best that they can be, he sets a wonderful example for people who have unfortunately bought into the myth that Pit Bulls are dangerous dogs and aren't fit to be family pets. In fact, the exact opposit is true. And we need good, responsible owners to step up and adopt these dogs and help dispell the myths and restore their image to what it was before bad people took advantage of their loyalty and eagerness to please, and exploited these qualities in the most inhumane manner. My dog is a lover not a fighter...and I'm PROUD to say a Pit Bull owns my heart!