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We had lost our other two cats recently, one died, we put the other up for adoption. When we heard my mom's friend's cat had kittens, we were going to take Rose and Ginger, but when we got there to pick up the cat, Ginger was nicknamed "Jumping Ginger" for a reason! We ended up getting Hershy instead. We renamed our cats, Rose to Calliapie (aka Calli) and Hershy to Gwenivere (aka Gwen). Both had a knack for losing their collars, which made it worse when Calli disappeared two weeks before her first birthday. We still have Gwen today (that's her picture) and we finally set a record for having her collar on for over a week! Calli is missing a year later, and we have a new, small gray and blonde tortie, with a double kinked tail and the most adorable face! They have finally started getting along a little bit, and A-nonny-mouse (aka Nonny), which is derived from anonymous, likes her collar! If her collar starts coming off, she will rub something until it is back in place.
I adopted Obie from a local animal shelter when he was only around 6 weeks. The chief of the fire dept. found him abandoned behind a dumpster all alone and wasn't really old enough to be separated from his mother. I fell in love the moment I saw him! He was so playful and cute! Shortly after getting him, he became deathly ill from an upper respiratory infection. I really did not have the extra money to take him to a vet and I had just recently lost a kitten prior to him (that's why I got him) and I didn't want to go through losing another one. The shelter told us we could bring him back and get a different one, and I bawled the whole drive over. I did not want to take him back, but my boyfriend convinced me. The man at the shelter said he probably wouldn't make it through the night. As I was walking away bawling, he meowed very weakly at me and that's when I lost it. I couldn't leave him! He was so weak and sick that he hadn't even been able to sit up, and it took all he had to get that little meow out! I scrounged up enough money to take him to the vet, and he even had the stay over night because he was so sick. He had dropped down to only one pound! Once I was able to bring him back home I planned on keeping him in the house until it was warmer outside and he was strong enough to be out there. :) Needless to say, he won all of our hearts and is still inside today, going on five years! He grew tons and is extremely spoiled!
Before I got married I had 2 cats and after we bought our first home my husband begged relentlessly for 6 months for a dog. Finally I gave in and agreed only if he agreed that we would adopt. I had adopted both of my cats and believe no one should pay for an animal with so many animals in this world needing loving homes. So the search began. It lasted for about 3 months and we found our Sonny boy! We got Sonny at just about a year old from our local shelter. We couldn't be happier or luckier. He is a lovable and playful pup. He immediately found his place in our home and our hearts. It was if he had always lived there. Our kids absolutely adore him and spend countless hours outdoors running around with him. My biggest fear was introducing him to our cats. Our cats chose to hide out in the basement for the first couple months. Since then everyone has come around and is doing great. The picture is of Sonny and Smoke. It was really the first time Smoke let Sonny get near him. He's our scaredy cat and it took him the longest to come around. Rocco our other cat is a bull and he is always one to stand his ground. No matter how many swings he takes at Sonny or how many hisses come out of his mouth Sonny's tail never ever stops wagging. We love all our adopted boys!! Thank you for all your hard work and efforts made helping animals everywhere.
I lost my beloved Sunny yesterday, May 6th, 2009. My home will never be the same again without his gentle ways and the very gentle look in his eyes. I am beyond devastated. He will be in my heart forever.....
My husband and I were married in April 2008 and prior to our wedding we had thought long and hard and decided we had room and plenty of love to share with a dog. We searched and searched on the internet to try and find a rescue dog which would fit in with the cats, but we had no joy. In the end we just got in the car and drove to our nearest local rescue centre which was about 20 miles away. As we walked in, our eyes were instantly drawn to a lovely Beagle just sitting quietly in her kennel watching us. I just melted when I looked into her soalful eyes and my husband and I were instantly in love with her. On enquiring about her background, we were told that she had been bred on a puppy farm, and in turn used for breeding puppies as soon as she was old enough. She was then bought from the puppy farm by a kind person, but as she had developed no doggy social skills she soon ended up in the rescue centre. We are now the proud owners of Bella the Beagle and our lives are full of love and play times. Although Bella still has a bit of an ongoing issue with dog socialisation, her cat skills are wonderful. We wouldn't be without her now and oooh she makes us laugh and smile, especially when she has new experiences like the recent snow we had in February.
T-Bone is a yellow lab mix that was dumped at the side of my house by my backyard. He was just a pup and when my other rescue dogs heard the puppy they opened the gate and proceeded to "beat" him up. My next dog neighbor heard the ruckus and saved him. When we returned home, the neighbor brought the puppy to us and we immediately fell in love with him. We decided to keep him and he is now the biggest ham ever. He will be having a one year birthday in May 2009. T-Bone has recently graduated from dog obedience school and he is the love of my life along with the rest of his brothers and sisters who are all rescues.
I found Baxter one Saturday morning where he was being offered for adoption by a local shelter. I had 4 dogs and wasn't looking for another but when they told me he had been at the shelter over 3 months and was due to be put down on Monday, I took one look and fell in love him and those gorgeous brown eyes. Baxter has found his forever home and I have the sweetest forever friend!
Many thanks to the Animal Rescue Site for constantly raising awareness to pet rescue. In this economic crisis, we especially need to stay focused on finding them homes because of the ever growing number of animals left behind when well-intentioned parents are faced with losing their jobs and homes. The rewards of shelter adoption are endless.
We fell in love with Willie the first moment we saw him run out to us with his five brothers. Someone else was also interested in getting him, but after the breeder saw that he picked us too, he was ours!! Shortly after, we took Willie to our veterinarian expecting to hear that he was a healthy guy. To our shock, we were told that his skin did not look right. Westies should have a nice pink belly and ears, especially when a puppy. However, Willie's skin was darker, indicating bad allergies or worse. They suggested we return the puppy or take him to a specialist. We went to a specialist, only to be told our puppy would be sick most of his shortened life. That he would require costly medications, which will probably cause some serious side effects in the long run. We were horrified!! When we talked with the breeder, they said the best they could do was to pay for having Willie put to sleep. NO! Not our baby boy!! We had fallen in love with him and had to give him a fair chance.
Willie has been enjoying a wonderful, happy, energetic, and long life. He loves gardens, chasing birds, riding in cars, and snuggling with whomever is willing. Yes, his medications add up fast. But so do all of his kisses and the smiles he creates. We've been blessed to have Willie for 14 years so far. He likes shorter walks and longer naps now. He is also is fighting some major liver issues, caused by years of medications. But he remains the Pick of the Litter. We know we made the right choice!
Weasel is a wonderful example for "knowing your limits." I stopped by our local package store one Friday afternoon and saw a little, steel gray kitten about 6 months old using the flower boxes outside as his personal bathroom. The owners asked if I needed a kitten;they were feeding him off and on (when he showed up) and knew I liked cats. I agreed, saying I'd come back the next day with my cat carrier. My intention was to let him be my barn cat. I already had two house cats. I arrived back at the store the next morning, carrier in hand, only to find Weasel passed out drunk in an empty tequila box in the corner of the store. The clerk told me he'd slipped into the storeroom, knocked over and broke some wine bottles, and proceeded to lap up the spilled contents before they noticed. He was so out of it, he couldn't even stand up straight or walk without falling over. I thought he was going to die so I rushed him to my vet. Long story short, after 3 days of de-tox, Weasel came home neutered and sober. He failed as a barn cat; he kept falling into areas he couldn't or wouldn't get out of and I got tired of climbing over hay bales, etc. to rescue him. He's now an inside, fully at home with the family, cat. We named him Weasel because he "weaseled" his way in to our hearts and lives.
This little angel, along with his camera shy sister, has brought us so much joy! He and his three feral siblings were born under our deck almost three years ago. With the help of a local animal rescue organization, we were able to humanely trap him, his mother and the rest of the litter, and got them spayed/neutered. After we released them, (and they ran for the hills!), he and his sister returned and have remained with us ever since. Although the two are still somewhat feral-they will come inside, but not stay there, and run from everyone who approaches our deck, we have gained enough trust to be greeted every morning with leg rubs and lots of love and affection. This kitty we named Soul Patch, because he has a little soul patch under his chin. We named his sister Smokey Joe, not realizing she was a girl until the vet informed us-at that point we were unable to get close enough to tell. Her name was changed to Smokey Jolene-a fitting southern name! They are know affectionately at our home as Patches and Jolene and we love them dearly. They have brought so much love and joy to us, and we are so grateful they chose our deck as their home.