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Jackson wandered into our backyard one day, crying. He was very thin and very scared. He ate the food that I had put out for the ferals as though he had never eaten before. When I noticed his leg was bleeding, I coaxed him into a carrier and took him to the vet. He had been bitten by something and the wound was badly infected. His wound was cleaned up and I took him home with antitiotics. The next week I had him neutered and he received all his shots and testing. It seemed that his former owner had, for whatever reason, let him go in the woods, thinking he would be fine out there all by himself. However, he didn't seem to have the skills necessary to live outside. My original goal was to have him recover from his wounds and find him a good home, but by the time he was recovered and deemed safe to live with other cats, I didn't really want to give him up. We decided to see if he could get along with our other three cats in the hope that we could just keep him. They all get along fairly well and Jackson has been with us for six months now and has become a member of the family.
We went to the Humane society to adopt a dog. We saw a few we liked, but they got scooped up so very fast! One couple had a cute puppy & they were in doubt. They left without leaving a deposit so we interacted with her and we left one ! She was so sweet and lovable.This 4 mos old pup had such a hard journey coming from Alabama where she had been abandoned at 2mos and sent to a place with 400 others. It was destiny that she came to NH and we were blessed with her!
Frodo was a beautiful, gentle, loving and well behaved Bull Mastiff that we adopted from friends who were emigrating. We were not intending to get another dog at that stage as we had recently had our Ridgeback put to sleep due to kidney failure, but we knew that Frodo would also have to be put to sleep if he did not find a good home. It was the best decision we could have made because he slipped into our lives and nestled there. He was a good friend to our Dalmation, and thrived with us after the period of adjustment that he needed . Unfortunately, just six months after he came to live with us, he developed breathing diffiulties, and was diagnosed with lung cancer. Many tear swere shed over the following two months, and we eventually had to part from the gentle, pure spirit just before Christmas 2008. Those who have not shared their lives with animals, have not lived.
I was delivering mail on a below zero February day when I ran into Maggie. I was in a very bad neighborhood best known for drug activity. She was huddled between 2 trash bags for warmth when she saw me. She immediately ran over to me wanting to play. You could see her ribs, she was so thin and as I would find out later she was extremely dehydrated yet all she wanted to do was play. I got my car and came back to get her. I opened the door and she jumped right in licking my face the whole ride. At the time I had 2 cats and wasn't looking for a dog, so my initial reaction was to take her to a shelter. A friend informed me that the shelter would put her down more than likely so I took her home.
I've now had her for 2 and a half years. I believe she is a pitbull-german shepherd mix. I don't know what I would do without her. She is my best friend who rarely leaves my side. I now have 4 cats (all strays) who get along very well with her (after some interesting adjustment time). I had a recent scare with her and a chicken bone which made me realize how much I need her. Bringing her home was the best thing I have ever done.
Marcus was the size of my palm when he was thrown out of a moving vehicle on a highway. He must have been barely two weeks old. I brought him home and, since then, for the 6 years that he has been with me has never let me forget that I am the most special person in his life - just as he is in mine.
My daughter had always loved and wanted a dalmatian as im a rottweiler owner my beloved bullmastiff died of a heart attack so we decided on another.We bought dice a 12 week old dally he was so handsome we was very happy until he started havin problems around a yr old.The vet diagnosed bladder stones so we treated dice with tablets and he went the same again so he had to have an operation,things were fine until afta a few months his problem flared up agin but this time dice couldnt cope and he died suddenly at the vets he was almost 3.. we decided on another one she was being rehomed by someone,Angel she was called and she was a 5yr old bitch,we had aggression issues with angel as she was a typical dally she would fight for food but we loved her regardless! angel was with us for nearly 2 yrs when we moved she got out and was run over on mothers day this year so we had to have her put to sleep..we was devastated!!..a woman got in touch who had 2 dallies a dog and a bitch the bitch was only with her since jan she had bought her from someone else she is jade and she is 4 yrs old..the woman gave her to me as her other dog did not get on with her..we brought jade into our home with our other 2 rottweilers and it was if we never lost angel ..i dont know what i would do now if jade wasnt here she has filled a huge gap in my life and my girls she is absolutely wonderful,playful,loving and loyal she never leaves my side! she now has took over angels place in my bed and we love her to bits!
Bebe is a stray dog ( about 3-4 years old) who has been shot by a pellet gun in her spine. Two bullets have paralyzed her 2 hind legs. My sister and I found the dog on the steer. She was in pain, crying. From this moment we take care of her. She has been going through so much pain and she needs special care. We managed to get her a wheelchair. Bebe is now learning to walk with it. She is the smartest dog ever and she needs your help. Please help us find her a loving home forever. She deserves it. At the moment she is in a foster home waiting for her forever home. Please go to my site www.saveapet.co.cc to read the whole story of her and my other stray dogs. Every day she looks into my eyes and she is trying to tell me: " I want to have a loving home and someone to love me"..
I rescued a lilac-crested amazon about10 years ago. He is quite a character and very entertaining. He and I argue constantly. He prefers men but puts up with me because I gave him a home.
About a month ago I turned on the teapot to purify water for the hummingbirds and went outside to work in the garden. The dogs were with me and the cats were inside. Jazz started to whistle; like you would whistle for the dogs. This wasn't unusual until he repeated it over and over and over. He normally would whistle a couple of times and then say, "here kitty, kitty, kitty". He did not do that. He just kept it up.
I went in the house because I thought the new kitty might be bothering Jazz in his cage. As I walked in I could smell gas!! The teapot had boiled over and put the fire out. My stove has an electric start that kept trying to start the flame again. Thank goodness it didn't work or we would have blown up! ! I rushed over and turned off the stove. Jazz said, (in his jovial voice) "Oh, I'm a good boy! Ha, ha, ha, ha." Love that bird.
Jazz paid it forward that day!
My husband and I have rescued all four of our dogs, but this is Floyd's story. We were doing yard work and noticed a little 3 month old puppy running down the road. We called him and he came running over, big smile on his face, tail wagging and ears a-flapping! Neighbors told us he had been hanging around for a week but no one picked him up. We tried to find his owner but fell in love immediately. He is a curr/pit bull mix (we think!) that we named Pretty Boy Pink Floyd. He gets along with all people and all of our dogs and is the biggest commedian in the house.
When my neighbor moved out on July 4th, he left behind Owen and Snowball. I thought he would be back to get them so I made sure they had food and water. A few days went by and no one returned. I talked it over with hubby and decided at the time I would keep Snowball(he was 8 months old) and find Owen (he is 3 years old) a home. As the days went by I just couldn't give Owen up. I kept both of them. Owen lived in the home for 2 years with 2 other cats and 5 children and a single dad. Then the females had kittens(one of them Snowball), and there were at one time 13 cats and kittens plus 5 kids. I don't know what he did with the other 11 and why he left Owen and Snowball behind, but I do know that Owen and Snowball are very happy and loved in thier new home.