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My family had recently lost our much-loved English Setter, Sara, when my mother found a bulletin post at her work about a 6-month old female Siberian Husky, free to a good home. Skylar had been purchased from Petland, which has now been busted for using puppy mills, and the lady who bought her left her with her mother, who had three other giant dogs, and never returned for Skylar. We saw Skylar's sky-blue eyes and fell in love. Because she was a puppy mill dog, she has an auto-immune illness that causes her eyes to become red, painful, and inflamed. She now has be diagnosed with glaucoma in her right eye, and her eyes aren't quite as blue, but she is safe with us. She sleep happily in my bed at night and on our chaise lounge during the day. She is always making us laugh, and forever showing us she loves us! We couldn't be more happy with our Skylar.
In this picture is half of my children. They were all rescued. Lucky was saved in the knick of time. He was litterally all bone.Left out in the middle of no where.He is very healthy now.He is also mamma's boy.Patches was rescued at a month old. All muscle now.She fell out of a crawl space at an apartment complex on a cold and rainy day. Luckily someone I knew lived there and brought her to me. Dolly was rescued from someone who was homeless and couldnt take care of her.She basically had to stay in her carrier most of the time.Dolly is fat and sassy now!!!Very lovable. The two orange ones are two of the triplets. They were rescued before being taken to a shelter . They too have come a long ways. Simon was only 2 pounds at the time I got him.Sparky had been sick and not gaining weight. He is fine now. Very fearless.He too is mamma's boy.Their brother is Spunky and he has extra toes!!! They are all my babies.They are my life. I will do anything for them. I have rescued more cats than I can count.Some have come and gone. It makes me feel good.Having them around really helps me.I consider them my therapy. I dont know what I would do without them. They definitely own me!!!!!
Let me begin by saying that I never was one to show deep affection towards an animal. They have a tendency to leave you before you're ready to let them go, so I found it's best not to get attached. That all ended with our cat Misha. For 15 years, she was the most devoted and loving cat. Then my Misha got very sick. After many attempts to prolong her life, we had to let her go. I decided that I was not going to let myself love another animal again. Sometimes, the unexplained can happen. The day after we lost Misha, a small tori cat appeared on our deck. My wife opened the door and the cat dashed in. She found me sitting in the easy chair where I always sat with Misha. She jumped up purring and rubbing the top of her head under my chin; just as Misha used to do. Her loving personality was exactly like Mishas'; right down to her ability to melt my heart. We realized then that before going to her final destination, Misha found the time to send us her replacement. She must have known I would be very lonely without her. The little stray became my Brandy. I believe Misha sent Brandy to take her spot on my lap and to love me as she had. From the very first night to the present, Brandy sleeps in the exact same place that Misha did; on a pillow at the top of my wife's head. I will never understand how this little cat, who came out of nowhere, can have all of Mishas' endearing qualities, but it's very comforting to know that My Misha lives on in My Brandy. I believe there certainly is a higher power.
A co-worker returned from her afternoon walk and handed me a tiny kitten wrapped in a dish towel ! Found crying in the bushes bordering a delivery driveway the poor little thing was wet, cold , hungry and very distraught. We had just experienced several days of considerable rain - had this baby been washed away ? I hoped we had not interfered with a momma cat moving her litter to drier ground but I knew we could not leave this kitten in such a dangerous place ! So I told myself that the dish towel found nearby was a sign that she had been dumped and I raced to the pet store for formula and a bottle. Our vet estimated her to be about three weeks old.
Wysiwyg has been a "snuggle-buddy" to our senior boy cat for almost 3 years now. She is "Daddy's Baby Girl " and has assumed Alarm Clock Duty so that our old fella can sleep in. Wysi taught me how to bottle feed kittens and she taught Ziggy to accept new kittens. Together , Wysi and Ziggy are now teaching "kitty manners" to the orphans that I foster for our local no-kill shelter and Wysiwyg is having a grand time letting the little ones chase her !
I had to put my 17 year old shelter cat, Jonathan down 2 days after Christmas after his kidneys failed. I'd had him since he was 6 months old and I was devastated. I had no intention of getting another cat for awhile until I went into a local cat rescue section of a local pet store.
There 2 six week old orange tabby cats slept wrapped around each other. One of the volunteers was there and asked the dreaded words, "do you want to hold them"? The one woke up and began purring immediately. My friend held the other and we all bonded. I felt guilty about getting another cat 3 months after loosing my buddy but there was no denying I was hooked. Today I tell Loki and Blaze that there only job is to make me smile once a day. They truly work overtime.
My son found Gooey lying in the street while on vacation. She was tiny, emaciated, close to death and almost didn't make it to the vet's office. After a few weeks, she was ready to travel and he brought her home to become part of our cat family.
I found Icarus as a tiny kitten hiding under our neighbor's car. After checking to make sure he didn't belong to anyone, I brought him in to our home. "Icky" has grown into a large and healthy fellow that flops on the couch whenever possible.
One of our boys got a traffic ticket and community service for a weekend at a local animal shelter. He called begging for a dog. Spike had been at the shelter for six months and was scheduled to be put down the next Tuesday. The boy soon had a chance to go away to collage. Spike became my shadow. He is a hyper active sixty pound Pit Bull/ Boxer mix with allergies and a knee replacement. He likes to take pampering baths and sit on my lap and rock. He tries anyway. But his favorite thing is to snuggle and just be loved, even if it is only with my night clothes. I hope I make him feel as loved as he makes me feel.
I was reading the local paper when I saw a picture of a scraggly little tan dog, as I read his story of being rescue from a puppy mill with about a dozen or so other dogs, my heart just knew that we were the right people to help this little guy out. He has a heart murmur and would need to be on medication the rest of his life, plus yearly medical testing. The Washington County Humane Society in Slinger, WI was guestimating his age to be about 4 years old. He was used at the puppy mill for breeding purposes since he was born we think. He lived in a crate with eleven other dogs! When I brought him home, little did we know how white he actually is, and his coat is coming back from having mange very nicely too! Since our family has had a previous dog with the same heart problem, we knew what we were in for, but little did we know that it would be his lack of bathroom behavior that was going to be a bit of a struggle. He goes potty everywhere. He doesn't smell anything first, he just lifted his legs and peed wherever he was standing. Whether on the floor or on the couch! He wore a diaper for awhile when we weren't home, but we do have a doggy door and he quickly learned how to use it. He's coming along nicely (still a bit A.D.D.) but likes to angry pee(when he's in the house and we are in the yard) Not quite sure how to correct that, but we'll get there. He is quite cuddley and loves other dogs and cats. Amazing for a dog with such a bad start in life!!! WE LOVE HIM SO MUCH!
Here is the story of the best dog ever. One freezing January day in Chicago a little puppy came on my porch, curled up and stayed. My neice brought her in the house and gave her to me, I did not want a dog and therefore I wouldn't even give her a name, just called her Pooch but I kept her for a few days trying to find her a home, she went to 2 different homes but for what ever reason she was always given back to me, Well you can guess what happened, I kept her and loved her for 14 years! She really was the best dog ever, she crossed the rainbow bridge in the summer of 2009 and I miss her everyday. Because of her I have since adopted 3 other dogs