no spam, unsubscribe anytime.
Our most inspiring stories come from you, our clickers. We love hearing about your rescued, adopted, beloved pets. Please click the button below to share your story with the world!
We found Cookies at the dog pound. She was a "schnorkie", half Schnauzer, half Yorkie. She was one of only two dogs that survived out of a a house that had 30 dogs and even more cats. She was 6 months old, very thin, sick and dirty. In spite of her beginnings, she had a very trusting, sweet, happy and loving disposition.
When we first saw her, she was wet and shivering in a corner of the cage. But she crept up to me and licked my hand. Instant love! On the way home, she knew she was safe, and fell asleep in my arms. She was sick for a year, and she beat the odds.
She would wash her face like a cat (I guess she learned that from the house she was rescued from)! We are deaf, and she just knew to alert us to the door, phone and other things. We had her for 15 years until she got sick and the vet said we had done all we could for her. We still miss her.
I had recently moved to NYC and only lasted 2 months without a pet. I had never owned a small dog, and didn't want to put a large dog in a small New York apartment. A co-worker told me about Waggytail Rescue, they take little, deemed 'unadoptable' small dogs before being euthanized. I just went to meet the rescue owner to 'see' what she had. Benny Bob (named pepper by the shelter) totally didn't even care I was there, as he had latched himself to his foster mom. As the story goes....he had been taken to the shelter after being tossed on the highway....I didn't stop thinking about him the entire evening and called to say I would be there early the next day to take him home and to start calling him Benny Bob. As we walked thru the streets of that cold December, Saturday morning, my heart had been stolen by this poor, sick little creature. When he crawled into my lap upon returning to his new home, life would never been the same. He's my best friend, and there is not one person who meets him that doesn't love him.
My wife Nancy was helping an ill neighbor by feeding her horses and the barn cat there had a litter. Unfortunately the litter was attacked by a predator and all but one of the kittens killed - except for this one injured guy who just refused to give up. My wife could not stand to leave him there and took him to our local vet, The Strasburg Vet Clinic in Strasburg Co and they cleaned up his wounds, gave him the meds and helped us to take care of him. He was one bedraggled waif. But just as game as all get out.
He is now 8 weeks old, we originally named him G'Kar after the one eyed character in Babylon 5 but he was renamed Rooster after John Wayne's character in True Grit. Of course we adopted the lad and he is happily charging around our house with our other two cats and living large. And safe.
My daughter begged to keep the malnourished, undersized almost-feral kitten that had been found under a car in a rural area. Of course, we did. After her rough start, that kitten tok over our hearts. Lucy is now eight years old and rules the roost.
Six years later my daughter slipped a tiny, frightened, skinny dog from the shelter into the house, begging to keep him. Again, we did. Rodney is just three and has been with us for two years. From the first day he's been a joy and the best mannered little guy. He'd been found wandering a downtown metro area in below-freezing temps, hungry and frostbitten. Even so, he loves everyone and is incredibly sweet and fun.
I can't imagine our home without these two!
My husband found Buddy in the local shelter, in a run with younger puppies. Buddy pushed the smaller pups out of the way to get to my husband, an act which won our hearts. He has grown up to earn the nickname "rescue dog" because whenever someone gets a scraped knee, he is right there to lick the person better. Buddy also "rescues" his favorite house cat. We tell him to go out and call in Luna; he goes outside, barks, then the two of them come sauntering back in. After a rowdy puppyhood, Buddy has become the gentlest, sweetest dog. It's an important trait in a house with chickens and adopted shelter cats. I can't imagine life without our Buddy.
Two years ago, working in my kitchen one afternoon, a very loud mournful cry came from the backdoor. Running to see what was wrong, I saw a young mother, nose pressed against the screen, peering into the house. At her feet was a tiny 2 week old orange kitten, curled up, and very still. I scooped him up to find his mouth was filled with dirt and his little body covered in fly eggs. I looked down at his mother, seeing the pleading in her eyes, I took her boy in, washed him, and filled his tummy with warm goat's milk. My husband took the night feedings, every two, then four hours, until at six weeks this little precious life learned to lap on his own. We never saw our Duncan's mother again, but the reason, the courage, and the love she showed for her first born, to seek help to save him amazes me every day. The gift she gave us in return is priceless.
Charity, a loving little Beagle is one "miracle". Found in a ditch on a county road, suffering due to being hit by a car. A family saw her and rescued her. Charity, injured and pregnant, baring visible tire marks, needed vet care. PITA was contacted, Their advice was to take Charity to the vet and they would pay for euthanization. To save the dog's life, a decision was made to contact The Bridge Home No-Kill Animal Rescue.
The Director suggested the animal be taken to a local animal hospital for treatment. A drive for funds was launched by this group knowing medical expenses would be excessive. Upon evaluation, Vet Mike suggested "Charity" an appropriate name for this little dog who had required such expensive care.
On the second day in the hospital, Charity delivered 3 puppies, 2 were stillborn. The only surviving puppy was named "Miracle".
After seven day's at the vet clinic, Charity and Miracle were released in care of the Director of the No-Kill to be fostered.
In the months to come, Charity showed herself to be a Super Mom. The love mom and pup shared was evident in the way they interacted. Great effort was made to find these two a home together.
One day a lady came to the Adoption Center searching for a therapy dog for an Adult Day-Care. When seeing Charity and Miracle, she fell in love. She knew that these two would be perfect for the seniors, many of whom were unable to have pets of their own.
Charity and Miracle still "work" at the Center, residing with the Center's Director and seven children. Charity and Miracle found a loving, forever home. AND Miracle has found a very special friendship with a special needs child who loves him unconditionally.
A little over a year ago my 24 year old son came home with this cute puppy about 4 months old. I immediately said what is that -- and he said don't worry mom only taking care of for a couple weeks for a friend and he is paying me $300. Turns out that that was the story to get Piper to become a part of our family and loved by all before he revealed that he had gone to Noah's Ark and found the dog he had searched the web for -- a Ridgeback Pitbull mix. He said that Piper while not as cute as her sister who was also at the shelter did have the better personality. He was right. Piper is loveable, sweet, smart. And while we did not want another dog for lots of reasons, we are glad she is with us.
When I went to a local animal shelter four years ago, I fell in love with an orange tabby named Buddy and was determined to bring him home with me until I discovered he'd already been adopted. I was very disappointed, but the shelter volunteer told me that Buddy had a brother, so I agreed to come back the next day and meet him. Well, when I first met Theo, he was just about the crankiest kitty I'd ever seen. He was frightened and it was clear being cooped up in a cage did not rank high on his list of favorite things. Despite his seemingly sour disposition, I was assured by the shelter volunteers that, when relaxed, Theo was as sweet and snuggly as any cat they'd ever seen. They were right. He follows me from room to room and tries to cuddle at every possible opportunity. He makes me laugh every single day and I'm so glad I took a chance on him.
Our little "Lucky" dog was rescued from North Shore Animal League in 2007. North Shore rescued him from a kill shelter in Brooklyn where he was found wandering the streets sick (with an upper respiratory infection and double ear infection), matted, and with a small bullet or bb in his chest.
We were warned that he might have some special needs due to obvious abuse and neglect but we couldnt have imagined how well he would fit into our family and how sweet and loving this little dog is. We couldnt imagine not having him in our lives.
"Lucky" was named by the good people at North Shore Animal League and although I initally wanted to change it now I can't think of any name more fitting for him - he truly is a lucky dog and is really living the good life now. :)