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Hurricane Andrew devastated Miami in 1992 and hundreds of animals lost their homes. We estimate that Kyle wandered the streets for four months facing very limited food and water supply, plus who knows what kinds of predators in addition to the packs of wild dogs and displaced zoo animals that were reported. One look at Kyle's sweet face as she sat trembling in the cage at Andrew's Ark (the Hurricane Andrew rescue shelter) told me this little six-month old tortie baby belonged to us. She just celebrated her 18th birthday and except for a little geriatric shakiness she is fluffy, happy, and has turned my husband into mush. For years storms would send her scooting under the bed or into Peter's arms. Today she rarely even notices them. And, despite such a traumatic start and now her advanced years, she's still the alpha cat, regularly whacking her sister in the head if she's not shown the proper amount of deference.
A friend called me to tell me two small dogs were thrown out of a car in front of her home. They cried under her bedroom window all night. She knew I loved animals, and asked me to come see if they would be new pets for me. Brownie [named that for being brown] ran to me when I clapped my hands and I scooped him up. I fell in love with his "airplane" ears that stick out to the sides when he is curious. His Mama looked like a purebred Chihuahua, but would not let me get close to her. Brownie has been my loving baby for the past 14 years. I can't imagine life without his constant attention, antics, and loving watchfulness. He is so smart, and knows a lot of English. I can't fool him anymore. He knows my every move, and hears everything. Why would anyone want to throw him away? He is 100% love.
I rescued a poodle mix a few days before my Aunt died a few years ago and a year later on the exact day of my Aunt's death, Cubby passed away from an autoimmune disease. I was so devastated and told myself that I needed to wait a few months to replace him. But within two weeks I couldn't stand coming home to an empty house. A couple of friends of mine took me to Table Mountain Animal Shelter and they found this precious little girl in a cage. She was extremely skinny, someone had used a heavy duty staple gun to close a wound on her back leg as her declaw had been torn off. The shelter allowed me to adopt her even though the 7 day waiting period wasn't up yet. They felt that whoever had her didn't deserve her because of the shape she was in when she was found. She is now a healthly 14 lbs and she is very well loved. I was told she was a Westie but I just knew by looking at her that she had to be something else. I had a DNA test done and she is actually a Schnauzer/American Eskimo mix so now I understand why she is so protective of me.
He called to me from the city pound website, a little blob of black, sitting for his 'mug shot' in front of the tropical blue background."Male Shih Tzu mix, 10 years old."
"You know that's a tumor on his leg, don't you?"asked the nice lady at the desk. He was in horrible shape. Skinny, tennis ball sized tumor on his leg, raw and bleeding from dragging the floor. So badly matted he looked twice his size. He was urine soaked, ticked infested and smelled awful.
It was love at first site for us all.
What do you do with a stinky pup when you finally get him home? A good meal was first, No matter how much shampoo and water, nothing was penetrating those mats. Now we had a wet, urine soaked pup who smelled even worse than before! And he had ticks! I made his bed beside ours for the night, a nice clean fluffy pillow.The lights were off and the room was quiet.... I felt him jump up on the bed. He came up to me and lay his little head on my chest.
What do you do when a matted, stinky, tick infested little furbaby jumps up on your bed wanting love? Why, you give it to him of course. He has slept there every night since.
He was shaved down, dipped for ticks, nurtured and the tumor removed.
The purpose in telling this story is not to say I am a good person for rescuing an animal from the pound... I heard a voice I couldn't ignore. It is to bring attention to all the wonderful pets that might get passed over because they are older, dirty, matted or have an issue or two to overcome. Freddy has his forever home.
She was stray, skinny and scared hiding from the foxes and coyotes in the woods. I put food out for months and she would not let me near. I made eye contact with her one day while she was staring in our window. I knew then I had to get her. I bought a trap, put food in it and she was mine in a matter of minutes. I took her immediately to the vet since I had an older cat in the house. They wanted to spay her but I wanted to wait until she put on some weight. She did..and here are her 3 girls.
She follows me every step I take as if to say Thank You, Thank You. The "trust fund" babies, who are now 7 years old follow her since they have never been apart. I cannot imagine life without them!
I recued Miss Fran from a newly formed rescue shelter that was finding homes for dogs after a number of hurricanes in FL left them homeless. One look and I had to give her a home! We have had six wonderful years together and I hope for many to come.
I took Chloe into my home as a foster for a rescue group that was saving dogs from a high kill shelter in Miami. But I fell in love with this little girl. Chloe found her forever home, with me!
One day we heard scratching on our door, we opened it and found this skinny cat calling for our help. We first hesitated not knowing if she belonged to someone else, but when she came back scratching again and again in the next few days, we could not turn away. Minette is now a beautiful, proud and loving cat. By the way, she is quite a conversationist and her different meows make us laugh everyday!
I found this sweet child in my backyard 3 weeks ago, nearly blind and close to death from starvation. Her left eye had been gouged out and the other eye had "unknown trauma." (I believe she was tortured.) How this little kitten survived is truly amazing. She is so loving, and has such a great personality. I feel so blessed to have found her. She's now fully recovered, has had her right eye socket sewn shut, and she got some vision back in her left eye. Baby Buffkins is now living the good life (with endless food bowls) and is hanging with my other four rescue cats... showing them who's really in charge.
My husband saw this lovely marmalade in the window of a vet's office along with two other kitties for adoption. He innocently suggested we go in and "just look" - we learned Big Boy's owner had moved to Australia and had to give him up. We took him home that day in April 2002 and he has been a loving and affectionate 15 lb wanna-be lap cat ever since!
Eileen and Mark, NYC