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I had entertained the thought of getting a third dog for a while, but my husband was in no hurry to add to our pack. However, the minute I set eyes on my little Latte, I knew I had to adopt her. Latte is a chihuahua mix, and because her mother hadn't been well taken care of, she had no milk to offer her pups when they were born. Latte, along with her two brothers and one sister, had not gotten anything to eat for the first three days of their lives. The mother's owners put the pups in a sack and dropped them off at the Golden S Rescue in Easley, S.C., and told the rescue workers, "Just kill them 'cuz they're going to die anyway."
Mercifully, the rescue workers decided these puppies were worth saving, and bottle-fed them for weeks until they could eat on their own. My husband and I adopted her at 8 weeks old, and we've been spoiling the mess out of her. She loves to play fetch and snuggle, and occasionally jump on and chase her new sisters, our beagle Mika and toy fox terrier Ripley. We love her so much, and are incredibly thankful for the special care she was given from the rescue shelter!
Tammy was rescued as a 5-year old shiatsu/Maltese X from the Hawkesbury Pound (Windsor NSW) in 2002. She had been horribly abused as a pup and the workers at the pound warned us that she probably would never be 'whole'. For the first 2 weeks she was with us, she never appeared from under the bed.
Nevertheless we decided to love and spoil her so much that her many fears -- walking through doors, people wearing dark long trousers, eating in front of people, going outside to do her 'business', severe separation anxiety -- would disappear. They didn't. However, she has a sense of loyalty to those that love her that is extraordinary.
As we are a working family, we took her to stay with the matriarch of the family, Magdalena, during the day and she became a devoted companion. She particularly showed a knack for giving her doggie love to the elderly at the Chesalon nursing home in Richmond NSW -- and the nursing staff - and so even though her number one love is no longer with us, we still take her to visit the elderly who are confined to homes.
She is an excellent watchdog, never chases our chickens and is wonderful with the younger members of the family.
We will never regret that Tammy has become part of our lives.
This cute hound mix is named Hooch, after the movie Turner and Hooch that we were discussing the day before he showed up. He was a drop off at my boyfriends house who was renting an old farm house in the country. He showed up one evening and followed Matt back to the house were he was fed and housed while we waited for someone to claim him. Matt's two Brittany Spaniels wanted nothing to do with him not to mention that he started chasing the farmers cows. When no one claimed him I took Hooch home with me. Apartment life was a lot different than living on a farm and it took him all of 30 seconds to adjust and claim the couch as his own. Sadly Matt lost his female Brittany due to a siezure two month later. Her brother Max really missed her for several months until Matt and I became engaged and bought a house (again in the country, but away from any cows) and now Max and Hooch are inseperable. They chase each other around the yard and wrestle all the time. Hooch is 42 lbs and thinks he's 10 lbs because no matter what you are doing or how hot and muggy it is he wants to be in your lap cuddleing. He's lives for your love and is just the best dog ever. They even get along with the kitten I rescued who was 8 weeks old with a broken leg who now is a thriving beautiful calico cat that chases the dogs around.
About 6 years ago, after we lost our last cat due to illness. Our daughter came home and told us about a cat at the humane society with purple eyes. We went down and all it took was one look and he stole our hearts. His name is Prince and we just love him so much. He is such a cuddle kitty. I refer to him as Prince Charming, because he is so charming!
When our son was in 5th grade, his teacher put a nickel in a jar for every "A" the students received all year. At the end of the year, the students, parents and his teacher went to Animal Protectors to donate the money. Parker was in the back of his cage, separated from the other cats and frightened. They had found him abandoned and badly injured. We opened his cage and he came right out to us. We adopted Parker 8 years ago and are so thankful for his wonderful 5th grade teacher.
Fletch and Boomer were both surrendered at different times at a Pound in country NSW, Australia. Luckily, they were both rescued by a Foster Carer for Companion Animal Rescue Association (CARA). Boomer was only 3 weeks old and Fletch was only 5 when they were left at the pound, so their Foster Mum lovingly hand reared them and they stayed with her until Fletch was about 1year old and Boomer about 7 months old. Boomer was a sickly puppy, surviving a case of parvo virus and some other health complaints. The foster carer unfortunately was not able to keep them any longer as she had saved so many dogs in need of homes, so they came to another foster carer in Canberra where I live. I first saw them on the PetRescue website and fell in love with Fletch's sleek black good looks and Boomer's cute puppy face and attitude. Now, I am the lucky owner of two very loving dogs who enrich my life every day. We do flyball (at which Boomer is a natural) and Obedience with both of them. They have opened a door to a new found passion for me. Fletch is a sensitive fellow who can never get enough cuddles and pats (and I am happy to oblige him!) and Boomer's pure joy for life inspires me and makes me grin from ear to ear! I cannot imagine life without them now, they are my babies!
This is Skyzer, he is my beautiful amazing one year old kitten. I currently work as a kennal assistant at a veterinary hospital. One day i walked into work and i saw these gold eyes staring at me through one of the cages. It was a small grey kitten that didn't have a collar on. I went up and asked one of the vet techs named Susan why this poor kitten was here and she said that he was brought in by a lady who found him by a dumpster just up the street by our clinic. We was about three months old. At first site I fell in love. We put up signs, called local clinics and waited for an owner, but no one claimed him, so I took him home. He was my light in the darkness. I had an unstable life at home with my parents and he was always my escape from that. He would make me laugh, when I thought that it wasn't possible. His middle name is Edward because of his Gold eyes. In the book Twilight by Stephenie Meyer there is a vampire named Edward who has bright golden eyes, and my cat remindes me of a vampire! He can jump so high, he isn't afraid of anything, he is super fast, he can act like a monster at times, and he can cause chaos. I wanted to share my story, because animals can be your light in the darkest times in your life. They make you smile, laugh, get angry sometimes :), and comfort you unconditionally. So just remember, they know whats going on in your life. They can sense when you are happy, sad, or mad, and they are there for you always. Just like Skyzer is there for me.
I was living in a part of town where there were a lot of homeless cats. The people who lived behind me had a lot of cats and a dog. They were abusive to each other and to their animals. None of their animals were fixed. One of their cats had a lot of litters and I saw that they, including their child, was hurting the kittens, so I took one home with me. One kitten led to the next two, and then another, all taken over a year. I wish I had a farm, I would have taken all of them - including the dog!! In Canada, our laws concerning animals are archaic at best. The SPCA here does not have sufficient resources to deal with the amount of homeless and abused animals we have here. I do what I can. There were more cats I helped find other homes for because I couldn't handle any more than four myself. I kept in mind that I needed to play with them and love them all by myself! I keep trying to help animals in need. If they come around I leave dry food and fresh water for them. My cats get me through times I am depressed and times I am happy. They never let me down and deserve to have a good life. I consider it a privilege to have these little guys in my life. If I ever lost them, I would be heartbroken.
I found Buddy at the Lexington Humane Society, he was 8 mo's old. I named him Buddy because I was going through a divorce and needed, well a Buddy. I had to sign a paper at the Humane Society that I would assume all responsibility if he bit anyone, I guess he got a little frisky with the workers. I took him for training, and crate trained him myself, since I lived in an apartment and couldn't get home to let him out. But I'll tell you he became the best dog, companion, I've ever had. He was so sweet, and lovable. I think that whoever had him treated him badly and that is why he was so mean at the shelter. Sadly he passed away on 9/10 the day before the attacks of 9/11. It was very hard for me to get over the loss. I still cry when I think about him, I am crying now as I type this. I had him cremated and he is in my bedroom. He will always be in my heart and I still miss him very very much.
Kane Michael is a GSD that had been at the SPCA in Southeastern Pennsylvania. He was 7 years old. He was an owner turn in. He had been at the SPCA since October. I came into the SPCA in January. I was feeling down and I wanted a new dog to keep me company. I had one other dog, but I wanted another and I wanted my other dog to have a companion. So I found Kane Michael, just sitting in the first kennel. He was so quiet and he just looked at me with those sad eyes. Like he had a story to tell, but did not want to tell me there at the SPCA. So I decided to take him home with me. Shortly after I got hime home, within the first week of been at my house, Kane bloated. I had to rush him to emergency vets. They were able to save him and bring him back from the dead. I was told that he had a 25% chance of making it through the bloat operation. I told the vet that I had just got him and that I thought that he had a fighting chance to make it through. Thanks to the docs at the vet he made it through. He has been my best friend ever since. He is a great dog and I am very happy that I was able to rescue him from the SPCA that he was in.