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Bronwen never made it to a shelter. She and her siblings were found outside my office. "Bron" was a fiesty little calico who hid behind a file cabinet the minute she was inside and spit at everyone until I came in the room. Then she was out and crawling up my pant leg. My boss said "You can't turn down an offer like that" and I couldn't. We've been together 8 years now and seen each other through many great adventures.
While driving down a busy street one morning, I slowed down to let a kitty cross the street. To my horror, the car coming the other direction SPED UP and deliberately hit him! I saw him bounce under the car and run into a driveway so I went after him. I was able to catch him. He was pretty bloody and limp and I didn't think that he would survive but I took him to the nearest Vet (luckily the Vet is also a friend!). Now I have the BEST cat that I have ever had in my life!
I found Tabby 11 years ago. A scared little kitten hiding under my patio chair to get out of the rain. I brought her inside and Thunder (my male cat) made her feel right at home. They have been best friends ever since.
The story begins about a year ago. A woman didn't want the kittens her cat had so she gave them to my sister (with the exception of one). We fostered them until we could find them a home.
I kept the black kitten (named Sauron) since I had fallen in love with him.
Sauron has two older sisters at home that don't like to play so I thought he needed a younger kitty to keep him company.
At around this time, a neighbor caught a feral kitten and informed my sister and I. We went to see the kitten and as it turns out, it was Sauron's biological sister - the one the woman kept (but decided to dump anyway).
I took the kitten home in the hopes that Sauron and her would remember each other and become buddies.
They weren't buddies right away but now they are constantly keeping each other entertained. You will not find one without the other. They keep me laughing all day long.
The beautiful Juju, although still a bit feral, is now adjusting to being an indoor kitty. She loves to "talk" to me and loves to snuggle on mommy's lap. She is my naughty angel.
They will be turning 1 soon and we will be celebrating. I feel so blessed to have them in my life.
I was out doing some last minute Christmas shopping in 2008 and for some reason I had this strong feeling to go look at the dogs up for adoption at Petsmart. As soon as I walked in, there was Ginger, looking at me with those big brown eyes. I adopted her right then and there. She has become a very big part of our family and she has her daddy wrapped around her paws.
Cosmo has brought so much joy to our family and to everyone he meets. We couldn't have asked for a more gentle, loving dog that fits so perfectly with our family. We adopted him from the SPCA nearly 2 and a half years ago.
Cosmo came to the shelter here in CT after a long journey from a wonderful vet in GA. Before he was ready for that long trek, he had lots of healing to do. His nose was fractured badly and his right eye was swollen shut with infection from an attack by another dog. He also had heartworm disease, underwent surgery for neutering, and developed a respiratory infection.
After a short time Cosmo fit into our lives beautifully. He learned basic commands and leash training well. There were just a few things he struggled with. It took him a few days to feel comfortable navigating the stairs in our house. He had no clue what 'fetch' was, but now owns many stuffed animals to choose from. He gave us blank stares when first offered rawhides and chews, but made short work of them soon enough!
I didn't take long to realize Cosmo's friendly, gentle nature would be perfect for pet therapy. We have been visiting our local hospital since last spring and typically visit about twice a month.
Eventually I'd love to get us into a reading to kids program. I never cease to marvel at the healing power of pets. I've witnessed it many times in the bright spark that comes into the eyes of a patient in pain, an exhausted nurse visibly revived, a shy child speaking comfortably. All just by petting one little dog.
My daughter rescued Juno from the local animal shelter. She discovered she had heartworms and only weighed 20 something pounds. She would just lay around but was always so sweet. After many expensive shots, Juno is now 42 pounds and heartworm free. She has so much energy and loves to play in the snow. I don't know what we did before we had her. We have just fell in love with her.
I was at a shelter with a rescue group picking out dogs to foster when we were asked to take a look at a puppy that was "wasting away" in the medical ward. As she was brought out everyone ahhed and at the adorable puppy. And then she was put on the floor. Like a jumping bean she began running around the room chasing other dogs 50 lbs heavier than she...but then we realized she was dragging her back end. She didn't know she was disabled. She was so full of spirit. There was no way I could leave without her. On the way home she was named Hope.
That was five years ago and Hope and I have had such a wonderful journey. We have met the most wonderful people along the way and my life would never have been the same without her.
A friend came to my door with a tiny puppy she had just found in the mall parking lot! Her apartment didn't allow dogs, and she knew I was a dog lover so she hoped I'd take it in. But I had a dog and wasn't sure I wanted another. Still, I took the puppy, cleaned her up—she was covered with fleas—and fed her. The next day I took her to the vet. He estimated she was only around 6 weeks old and would probably be a large dog when grown. I had a beagle and didn't think I wanted a large dog. I called a couple of no-kill shelters, but they were full, and asked me to wait a few days before bringing her in. In those few days we bonded and I knew I could never give her up. That was fifteen years ago, and Belana has been my beloved companion, loyal friend, and protector ever since. She is sweet-natured and gets along well with her doggie "sister," a rescued beagle mix. And at the ripe old age of fifteen she's still alert and happy though much less active. She's content just to stay close to me to love and be loved. And I'm content with that as well.
One winter Sunday, I came home from a football weekend in the mountains and found a skinny black dog curled up next to our garage. I called to her and she ran into the woods, but she was back at the garage a little while later when I came back outside. This time she came to me, with a sad but so-hopeful expression in her beautiful brown eyes, and I was taken in. I called my husband, who was on his way home behind me, and asked him to stop and buy some dog food.
Since we had four cats at the time, three of them ferals, our plan was to try to find Bess a good home. But she was a wild child, and apparently had never been socialized around people, and though we gave her a try in two potential homes, she ended up coming back to us. Finally we realized that was where she belonged, so we sent her to obedience training in hopes that felines and K9 would be able to live in harmony. And that is exactly what happened.
Bess proved to be very smart and well behaved. If anything she is too good, we are always happy when she shows her fun-loving mischevious side. She is still shy with strangers, but loves us to death, and she and the cats are fine together (except when our Main Coon tries to bully her or when Bess decides to play "dog" with one of them). We now have a happy, healthy family, with lots of love and lots of laughs.