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Ever since I can remember, I loved horses; I mean "really loved them" and always wanted for my birthday and Christmas, anything to do with horses as my parents could never afford one, much less riding lessons. I had every horse storybook you can imagine, including "Justin Morgan Had A Horse" which was my favorite. About five years ago, I started volunteering at a Morgan breeding farm not far from where I lived; it was there that I fell in love with a beautiful dark brown chestnut mare that was 'coming back' to her first home ~ her name is Whippoorwill Lavalier ~ it was love at first sight for me, but I had to wait until she chose me as 'her person'. I kept begging (half joking/half serious) her owner to give her to me because I could never afford to buy her. 'Lavi-Girl' as I call her, which she readily answers to, developed nerved damage to her hind legs after the birth of her second foal which didn't become evident until she was pregnant with her third. I still kept begging; one day her former owner said "you want her; you can have her - she's yours, but I keep the foal". I couldn't believe my ears and yes, Lavi was "GIVEN" to me. What I didn't know and subsequently discovered after I had taken ownership of this gorgeous registered Morgan broodmare, that the plan had been to euthanize her after her foal was weaned due to her nerve damage. I've owned her for almost two years and I still can't believe 'she's all mine' ~ My advice is to "keep dreaming because when you least expect it, your dream will come true.." I'm the perfect example of that!!!
Hello, my name is Naiah and I am a little girl who had a rough start in life. I was found roaming the streets during a very stormy summer and was picked up by a good samaritan who had the presence of mind to contact the nearest sheltie rescue. The organization took me in and I was sent to a foster home with 2 other dogs, 2 cats, and a snake to play with. My foster mom happened to be a vet tech and noticed that there was something a little off about me (other than my being overweight). I couldn't keep up with my new siblings. After many exams and multiple trials of medications for lungworm and allergies, my foster mom took some xrays to check for a collapsing trachea. During those it was found that my heart was enlarged. Because I was only 2 and not a good adoption chance my foster parents adopted me and took on my care. Now 1 year later I am 6 lbs lighter, able to run and play. I still have difficulty when I get too excited and I am terrified of storms after my experience on the streets. Since my mommy gives me my medicine religiously and does some strategic exercising with me, my heart is smaller than it started and my prognosis is much improved. No one thought I'd make it this long but here I am doing well and loving all my new siblings, including the 2 new frogs and foster squirrell. My life has completely turned around thanks to a few loving people and the rescue that took me in during my darkest hour.
Woofie and his sister were at the local shelter and by the time I got there on a Saturday morning he was the only one left. When he kissed me as I first held him I knew he was the one for me. His expressive eyes sparkle with love. Indeed, Woofie is a special blessing!
I had to put my beloved Murphy down on Easter morning 2006. I said to myself never again am I going to have an animal I will lose. Then I went onto Petfinders.com! Now I was just looking, you understand. That is where I saw Skylar. Her picture was pitiful and I knew right then and there I HAD to have her. Well, I was told by the adoption intermediate that someone was to look at her that night (she was from another state). I was heartbroken. But I received a call from the individual and she said the man never showed up so she was MINE! I think the adoption intermediate was as happy as I was. It took a week of her coming cross-country for me to get her. She came out of the car ran up to me and literally hugged me. We fell in love with one another immediately. But she was in rugged shape. She was about a year old with hardly any hair and afraid of the world. Well with a lot of love and much work she is now fearless. She is the love of my life and my greatest joy. She sits on the back of this chair looking for my car at the end of the day. I can't wait to get home at night to see her smiling at me!
My husband and I already had a male Great Dane, Boogey, that we had gotten as a puppy one year earlier. When I read an ad in the paper that a female Dane needed a good home, we made an appointment to see her.
I was overwhelmed with compassion when I saw Maggie. She was extremely malnourished and very nervous. We agreed to take her home on a trial basis to see if she felt comfortable with us. Sixty pounds, countless Jolly balls, two intestinal surgeries, and lots of loving later, Maggie (Sissy) is now a part of the family. We joke that she is my husband's pocket pal, never leaving him out of her sight. She even walks alongside him when he is mowing the lawn, carrying her ball, patiently waiting for playtime. We started calling her Sissy after hearing Boogey call her by that nickname!
After being married for a year, my husband and I decided in 1995 to adopt a dog, something we had talked about doing for some time. We found a cute little black and white dog at our local shelter and decided to make him part of our family. We found out that he was a stray, that he was about one year old, and that he had been found by the river. He was still covered with ticks when we brought him home. The first time my husband saw him, he thought he looked like a Buster, so that is what we named him. It was pretty obvious from his behavior that he had been abused, so it took some time to earn his trust, but once he knew we loved him and he could trust us, he embraced his new life. After being an only child for 10 years, we brought a sister named Cleo home for Buster. Though he was not too sure about her at first, he ended up being a great big brother. Buster brought more joy to our lives over 13 1/2 years than I thought was possible. We lost Buster due to a tumor on Thanksgiving night 2008. We still miss him, but we are grateful for the many wonderful years we had with our very special boy.
She was tied to a shopping cart at a local pet store. The employees found her in the morning with a note pinned to her collar. "Please don't bring me back to the pound. My owner can no longer keep me and knows if I go back to the pound no one will want me."
We just happened to be stopping in for our weekly visit to view the puppies up for adoption. The employees of the store knew we had taken in several dogs who, through no fault of their own, needed a new home.
We named her Dublin because she looked great with a green collar. But, any dog looks great when they have someone who is willing to take on the responsibility of ensuring they have a safe place to live.
I hope the person who left our sweet Dublin in that parking lot reads this and knows she is safe and being well taken care of. She had her annual visit to our wonderful vet this week. He asked her if she knew how lucky she was..
she barked, wagged her tail. We all know her answer.
A friend was leaving a local park when she watched a van stop by the trash and throw something "unusual" in the can. Thank goodness she stopped. The next day, Heidi joined our home. She was 6 weeks old at the time and a copy of the Energizer Bunny. She hasn't stopped moving since.
Heidi lives with several siblings, much larger than she. She is a little girl with a giant heart. Whether it's looking for frogs in the pond; telling the Great Dane that the treat belongs to her; or wrapped on a lap, she is proof that recycling trash is a great idea.
My husband and I lost 3 of our "babies" last year and left us with such aching hearts. We never planned on adding to our family, of which we have Salem the cat and Neika the dog. But, I couldn't help myself and I was just 'looking' on one of our local SPCA sights. I asked my husband to just go with me and if he really didn't want another cat that was fine. Who could resist that cute little face looking through the pen at you? She has brought back so much laughter and unconditional love that it eases (not forgotten) the ache of lost ones. We're glad she's joined our family - you just never know what the 3 are going to get into.
Three months after losing my beloved elderly rescue cat to kidney failure, I was ready to visit the Albuquerque Humane Society to adopt another and start to mend my broken heart. I first saw the bright blue eyes of Sage, my now 2.5 yr. old tortie point Himalayan mix, peering at me from inside the parka of a homeless man who had come to surrender her. I won the lottery that day (and so did Sage)!
I wanted a friend for her (and another "fur child" for myself) and returned to the shelter a month later, where JJ, my Blue Point Siamese, picked me out and captured my heart. My two precious ones are the very best of friends. They are always together, and love to help with office chores and laundry! I can't imagine life without them...