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Sha're came into my vet clinic because she was hit by a car. The moment I saw her, I knew that I had to have her. Thankfully, she only had a broken leg, although they way she was jumping you wouldn't have been able to tell. After 2 weeks my boyfriend and I took her home. She is now a blood donor and helps her mommy save lives and has also helped many people get over their fear of bully breeds. She is the love in our lives and even on the worst day she makes us smile.
We adopted LuLu from a young man who rescued her from the brush along a busy highway. He had been driving behind another car when he saw the occupant toss a kitten out the window at 55 mph! The young man stopped and searched until he found her. After being checked by a vet she was pronounced unharmed except for a scratch on her face and a torn ear. She was estimated to be 6 weeks old at the time. She is quite a tough little girl! She is now almost 1 year old and is small for her age but she manages to be quite bossy with our other 3 cats: Norbert, Luna and Karen. We are so happy to have her in our lives!
Piper adopted us less than 8 hours after we agreed to foster her. She was listed on Craigslist with her sister. Greyhound Friends for Life quickly responded to the ad and rescued she and her sister. Piper is 4 mos old now and is quite a character, keeps us hopping all day every day. She joins the rest of our rescued crew Phoebe (greyhound mix), Tasha (whippet) and Rhian (greyhound)
I adopted Samantha (a fawn Doberman Pinscher) from a gentleman who posted her on the internet. She belonged to the man's brother who kept her locked in a cage most of her four months of life. When I brought her home she ran through the grass of our fenced in yard like a deer. It was love at first sight!
She is the best dog I know, although she probably thinks she's human. She loves to run, lay her head on your lap waiting to be pet and chasing her football. Samantha is calm, respectful, patient and above all else, loving. She is the perfect pet and our family is so lucky to have her.
My husband and I adopted Kirby from the Oregon Dog Rescue six weeks ago after seeing him on Petfinder.com. His previous owner had passed away and her family was unable to keep him. At nine years of age he is a fun ball of energy. Every day Kirby brightens our lives with his funny antics and bright sparkling personality. Older dogs should not be overlooked when looking for that new "forever friend".
When my beloved cockapoo Ashley died, his buddy Charlie, a white terripoo, was lonely after 15 years together. I installed a webcam and discovered he would howl all day alone at home. Five months after Ashley passed I started looking at various Los Angeles Area shelter websites. Finally I saw this shaggy, frightened dog. Only one terrified eye peaked out for the camera. I thought, "now there's a dog who needs a lot of TLC!" I called and found he'd been transferred to another shelter. I raced out there and he'd been treated for ticks and returned to the wrong pen. They'd lost him! We walked up and down the aisles and finally there amongst all the loud pit bulls was this shaking little shaved pup. He was about 2 years old & just wanted to get away. His skin was bumpy from the tick removal. Not a "cutie" at that stage at all. But I looked into his eyes and said, "I'll take him." He'd clearly been on the streets a long time fending for himself. I named him Toby Tyler after the boy who runs away to join the circus. Once home he ran to the backyard under a lemon tree and stayed there the all day & night. Once he finally came inside he started to trust again. That was May 5, 2008. As his 3rd "birthday" approaches this May 5th, he has blossomed into a happy, sweet cutie pie who LOVES his walks & has a neighborhood full of dogs to run and play with. Even though Charlie will be 17 at the end of May and finds Toby a handful of energy, Toby does keep Charlie alert and perky. This photo was taken a few days after Toby came to his forever home!
I was 14 y/o and a friend of my mom's had found a pretty, skinny calico in her garage that we went to look at. I fell in love instantly, but mom wanted to think it over. By the time I talked her into keeping the cat, the friend had already taken her to the Humane Society. So, my mom called the HS, and they told us the cat was to be euthanized because she was pregnant.
Well, I was distraught, and somehow my mom convinced the HS to abort the kittens and let us adopt the momma cat, but they weren't sure she'd live as she had an upper respiratory infection.
So we finally got Quatarah, my beautiful calico, and mom had to stay up nights with her nursing her back to health as she was so sick. She was a fighter - she bounced back - more than once in her 17 years! 4 years ago she was diagnosed with Chronic Kidney failure and given 3 months to live, and again she bounced back. I just lost her last week, the tumor in her lung was just too much for her.
She was always my girl, and I have always been so happy that my mom was able to talk them into letting us keep her. She was my beautiful girl, was with me for 16 years, far longer than the HS thought she'd be, and the vet 4 years ago.
Rescuing a cat is a wonderful thing to do. This was a cat whose time was up, and because my mom and I stepped in, she gave us 16 wonderful years. If ever a human and an animal could be called "soul mates", she and I were. I miss her so much, and will love her always.
My husband and I travel often to the Bahamas and many times to Marsh Harbour in the Abacos. We would see these street dogs, sometimes befriending one but never knew their plight. Apparently these wonderful animals are called Potcakes because their main food source was from the bottom of the pot of peas and rice that the Bahamians would reheat for their families and at the bottom of the pot would be a layer of overcooked food they call Potcake. This would be scraped out and fed to the dogs, thus the name "Potcake". We looked up the website for the Potcake rescue effort and while in Marsh Harbour, could not find even one puppy. We wanted a younger dog so it would get along with our two little ones. About a week after we returned to Florida, I got an email from Molly, a realtor in March Harbour and a leader in the rescue effort. She sent me a photo of Nipper. He had already been abused and neglected so it was a few weeks before he could come to the States and into our home. Molly flew him over for me and my brother and I met her at West Palm Beach airport and he's been a happy, sweet addition to our family. As the photo shows, he blended right in and now has a loving forever home. Pat from Florida
October 2007 (Romania)
My friend, Cristina & I were driving along a motorway in Romania when suddenly Cristina brought the car to a halt. We saw a small grey lifeless bundle at the side of the road. We put the poor little dog with the saddest eyes into a dog cage and went back to Christina's house.
During the rest of my week's stay having showered, clipped, neutered, de-flead and fed this little dog, I started to grow very fond of her and decided to name her "Manisha". Before leaving Romania I'd made up my mind I was going to bring her home to England and give her the life she deserved. Cristina kindly said she would keep Manisha for me at her home until things were finalised.
I was reunited with Manisha, a healthy little bundle of fun and her once sad eyes were now like little stars and twinkled. She bounded up to me like she remembered me. I spent another week in Romania to return with Manisha. I flew back to the UK the day before Manisha, the cheaper option was to fly her to Brussels and collect her the next morning, hence a drive to Brussels. I was so excited and yet nervous at the same time. We hit the French border and within minutes having checked the passport and documents we were cleared. I DID IT! I cried with relief and celebrated with a coffee at the Euro-tunnel cafe!! Manisha was professionally washed, groomed and sadly SHAVED, the only fur they could save was her ears and tail. Through her life of neglect it was too matted to comb and would have been too stressful for her to endure.
Manisha shows her thanks with unconditional love. We'd be lost without her now.
May of 2009 I found a litter of kittens just off of our deck, born during an unusually hot and rainy spring. There was a tiny torteshelle that was always separated from the gang, she had my heart from the beginning. Her original name was Siete because when we officially rescued her @ 5 wks old, she was already on her 7th cat life.
One night, after a horrible downpour, I went to on check the 3 wk old babies and mama. I found the Torte drenched, shivering, barely breathing & lying under a gutter downspout alone. I brought her back to mama & she nursed her back to health. 2 wks later, after much heat/humidity I found her two orange tabby brothers dead from a horrid Myiasis infestation. When I checked her, I saw the same eggs covering her rear end. We took her immediately to the emergency vet & she was treated for maggott infestation. We weren't sure if we helped her soon enough & didn't want to give her a name, risking our hearts breaking even more if she didn't make it. The vet listed her as "Miss Kitty" Garcia to have something on file. After a touch & go week, she began thriving! Devouring every bit of food, exploring, snuggling with us after feedings, playing non-stop.
A year and three name changes later (Miss Kitty to Siete to Pooper) she is the joy of our lives.