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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).
On the left is Charlie, that I adopted from my local SPCA. When I went to "check him out" at the shelter he ran along side the fence wanting to play with the other dogs and when I called out his name (Spence at the time) he ran and jumped into my lap. I knew he was the one for me. He was sick when I got him and very skinny. The SPCA provided me a free vet visit and we got Charlie well and he's nice and healthy!
A family friend found Lily, on the right, in the streets, looking as though she just had puppies. After no one claimed her and waiting for what seemed like forever, I adopted her and she became exactly what Charlie and I needed. He got a new friend and I got an absolute doll, who loves to sleep in my lap when I study and make sure I wake up in the mornings. They are both so precious to me and really show unconditional love.
Lucy was one of several hundred dogs rescued by the Humane Society of Missouri during Hurricane Katrina. We fostered her for three months but no one ever came forward for her. What could we say? By then she was like family, so we adopted her. That was almost five years ago! Blessings can come out of disaster!
Three summers ago my son called me to say that his roommates were getting ready to use a stray dog for target practice to hone their bow shooting. I told him to keep an eye on them and the dog and I would be over there in a few minutes. I think the 15 minute trip only took me about 7 minutes that day. I arrived and they had this small, stocky dog tied to a porch post. I untied him and put him in my truck and headed home. He stayed crouched down inside a tire the whole way.
My first intention was to find him a good home. Several weeks went by and my roommate asked me if I had a home for him yet. A few people called, but upon hearing he was an unfixed, un-housebroken male dog that didn't play well with others, they said, "No thanks."
Corky was worming his way into my heart, and every time the phone rang my heart would fall until I found out that the person calling wasn't calling about a dog.
At the time, we had a yard full of dogs-raising Rat Terriers and having other beloved pets, and we did not need another.
But Corky stayed. Today he is housebroken, has learned to play with others, loves to play fetch (rather keep-away), and is an avid bird "chaser".
We love the little bugger and can't imagine our lives without him.
At about 20 pounds, Corky looks like he is part Bassett and part Corgi. His ears are Corgi, but his body is Bassett. His face though, looks Beagle. An interesting mix to look at, but inside that little body, is a big heart thats overcome a lot and became a part of our family.
As we got off the plane in Bodrum-southern Turkey- on a hot summer night last August, we saw a little white bundle jumping up and down, welcoming us at the airport exit door. The security officer told us her owners had abandoned her right there days ago and taken off. We left the airport with her and since then she has become the joy of our life.She turned one last week, and we hope to spend many happy long years with our God sent baby jewel!
It was 2 years ago today that I rescued Ginger. She was almost a year old and had lived her entire life in a dog crate. Her owners left early in the morning for work and didn't return until late at night, only letting her out long enough to potty. She was then returned to her crate, even while the family was home. Lucky for her, they decided to find her a better home. When I saw her, it was love at first sight! She has been the most loving, attentive, well behaved dog ever imaginable, and has never had to see the inside of a dog crate again, even though it was given to me. She is my constant companion and always at my side showing her love for me. She knows when I'm happy and she knows when I'm sad. She has made friends with my cats and the neighbors 2 dogs that come over to play. During the summer she loves to swim in the pond or creek and in the winter she loves the snow. My greatest joy is watching her play in her new 10 acre yard, knowing she'll never be in doggie prison again!
Our little "Mousie" lived with his feral group in our apartment complex in Miami. Phil had seen him and wanted a kitten. I waited to be sure he didn't belong to someone. But when he sought us out (we lived on the top floor. How did he know?) and climbed our tree, I knew we were his. I put him on the screened porch for the night and I slept by the door with him on the other side, just inches apart. We moved the next day with him in a cardboard box. I helped him 'mark' the new yard and he never ran away.
We moved several times and he never ran away. We had so many adventures over our 16 years, as we explored the woods and our world together. I carried him on my bike, under my sweatshirt like Kanga and Roo. He sat respectfully for my attention. He knew his name, 'outside', 'go home', 'stay' and 'good boy' and came (closer) when called. He was an outside kitty. Even when it rained and snowed, he'd rather be in his (heated) dog house on the deck than inside. At 10 lbs he stood ground against raccoons (me and the water hose as his posse). When he broke his leg I carried him outside. When I broke my leg he demanded I walk with him in the garden. He was the best cat/dog I ever had and when he needed to leave us I gave him his last shot. He purred and licked my finger until he was gone. We still miss him 5 years later.
And now our new Mousie (I've had 4 Mousies) found us. Such a sweet, lap kitty and she sleeps w/ Phil on the bed! Phil's got HIS kitty at last!