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Precious had a broken hip (probably from being kicked) and was brought into the vet where I worked. His owners never came to pick him up -- or to pay the bill. We kept him for a week or so asking everyone who came in if they'd take him. Everybody who worked there wanted him, but all of us had some reason adopting him was out of the question. I struggled with the idea, but had another cat whom I knew wouldn't accept an interloper without a major hissy fit.
When the doctor said he had to go because we needed the cage space, the Humane Society was full and not taking any more cats so he prepared the syringe to put this wonderful 9-month-old to sleep.
I started to cry, decided I'd find a way to make it work for both cats, and took him home that evening. I built two cages out of orange crates and put each cat in one across the room from the other, gradually moving them closer and closer. After about a month, I released them both. They never became friends, but maintained an armed neutrality. I renamed him Shere Khan, after the *Jungle Book*'s lame tiger.
He lived to be 17. During our time together he helped me raise another abused and starved kitten, as well as playing "Mother" to numerous raccoons, bunnies, and squirrels I raised as a Wildlife Rehabilitator.
He was, by far, the sweetest pet I've ever had.
Cat Magoo was abandoned in the countryside here in Spain. He wasn't use to foraging for food and by the time he arrived at my neighbour's home was malnourished and very ill. The opinion was that he should be put to sleep. I'm a lifelong dog person but I was touched by the plight of this cat and decided to give him a chance. After many visits to the vets, he recovered and amazingly integrated into my pack of 6 dogs. I got a kick out of seeing his sweet face amongst my dogs all begging for treats. Sadly I only had him 22months. Cancer took him in January 2010. When I got him I said that he would be my first and last cat but I so enjoyed having him in my life that I reckon it won't be long before I adopt another feline friend.
The first thing I remember is being in a cold dark place where my mommy came and went. I was with my brothers and sisters but not in a safe place.
See our mommy didn't have a human family to watch out for her so she was not spayed and got pregnant with us. I know it must have been scary all alone in the world with no human caring if you were alive or dead. She found this old house when it came time for us to come and she dug under it so we would be safe. We were born under this old, abandoned house. The house was being torn down and someone heard us crying! They got us out with our mom and called the Carroll County Humane Society.
One day I was hiding under the platform in my kennel - I was the runt and the other liked to beat me up- and I heard everyone start barking. "Someone new is coming!" They said..so I hide with my eyes shut. I did not know what this 'forever"home was and if I wanted one. This couple walked up and down looking at the dogs. My brothers and sisters were barking and yelping for them to come and pet them. I stayed hid. The male saw me looking from underneth the platform and told the worker he wanted to see me. She went in and picked me up. I was so tiny that when the male held me he would not put me down. The female led us to the front, they filled out the paper work, paid the adoption fee and took me to my new home.
Adopt a shelter dog - more love than you will ever know!!!!
Gemini, my gray and white cat was found under a car with her 2 siblings. They were only a week old at the time. I was working at my 1st animal hospital, and we couldn't put them to sleep. I took Gemini, who I named after I discovered see had 2 very unique personalities and my 2 co-workers took the others. Her siblings ended up passing away 2 weeks later, which put me in fear of Gemini dying too, as I was already attached. I gave her all the love I could and 5 years later, my girl is still with me.
Jennifer, my Himalayan was left all alone with her sister, Angel after their original owner committed suicide 2 yrs ago. They came to my hospital and i couldn't resist. I took them both home. Unfortunately, Angel passed away unexpectedly after 2 days in her new home. Jennifer was crushed, as she she would go around the house meowing and looking for her sister. All I could do was comfort her and become her friend. We've been inseparable every since and she is now as happy as can be.
My cat Slash had been my best friend for 14 years before she passed away from cancer. After that I decided that I didn't want any more pets for a while. Then just after christmas someone handed in a cat to the local council, which I hapened to be there at the same time and saw this poor scared little kitten in a 'Louis Vittion' cat cage. When the animal shelter came to collect it I handed them my mobile number and said "if the kitten dosen't have a home please call me and I will find a home for it." I called the shelter they said "if no one collects it after 8 days, depending on temprement (it was a little bit ferral but not mangey) it would be de-sexed vet checked etc. So I bought her home and sent out emails to EVERYONE at my work and friends to find a home for this kitten. Well Molly Faith now has a home with me she is spoilt beond her wildest imaginagiton. and I love her to bits.
We were struggling with the loss of our beloved dog, Scooter, when we saw a news story about all the homeless dogs in Las Vegas. We decided to go to Petsmart on adoption day "just to look". Well, we fell in love with little Pepper - she was so sweet and loved us immediately. She was just perfect for our family - and we realized that life is best in our family when there's a dog to love.
I adopted a beaten chihuahua terrier, with a broken rib, I looked at him a few times, and watched everyone just put him back for a few weeks. they would take him out walk him and say we dont want to pay for the vet bill. So I said if he was still there the next week I would. and I dident even wait I drove 45 min half way home, and turned right ... See Morearound and got him. I would not trade it for anything... So mellow, and quiet, and acts like the cat. Just wants food and a walk. Everyone seeme to just want a puppy and then when it turns 2 they dont want it. so there are tons of young dogs that need help
A few months after my last cat died, I decided I was ready to begin the search for a new furry critter. Then a friend said a cat had wandered into the basement of our apartment building. I took a can of cat food with me when I went to do my laundry. I found the cat, put the can down and stepped away so she could eat without being afraid of me. She took a bite of food, ran over to me to be petted, ran back to the food, etc. As I started to walk away, she followed me. I explained to her that if she followed me into the elevator, and then into my apartment, we would be BFFs (best friends forever). She did, and we are. That was 12 years ago.
My husband and I met Fitz at a local pet supply store that was hosting the Western PA Humane Society. I noticed a crate of puppies and had to take a look, even though we had no intention of adopting one. Fitz snugged against my chest and gave my husband a kiss. An hour later, we had welcomed a two month old tan and white American Pit Bull Terrier into our family. Two years later we started to search for a brother for Fitz. We searched for a few months and the three of us met quite a few potentials but none of them seemed to like Fitz. Late one night I saw Freddy on Petfinder.com. He was gorgeous - a four month old red brindle and white Moo Moo patterned APBT - and I fell in love immediately. I emailed FurkidRescue.org and that weekend Brent, Fitz, and I met Freddy. He was friendly, happy, adorable, and most important of all, he and Fitz really liked each other! We adopted Freddy that day and renamed him Miikka. Fitz is now a bit over 3 years old, and Miikka is 17 months. They are both 60 lbs. Fitz and Miikka are best friends, always playing or snoozing together. Fitz is an absolute Daddy's girl and Miikka is certainly a Momma's boy.
I can't imagine life without our two adopted Pit Bulls. They are definitely lovers not fighters! The love and companionship they give us is infinite and unconditional. I will never, ever consider buying a dog from a breeder when there are so many amazing pets in shelters and rescues waiting for their fur-ever homes!
My name is Tahoe. Mom got me out of the shelter when I was only 12 weeks old. They told her that I had a sick heart from bad breeding. Mom said she would let me be a permanent foster dog for her rescue group. I loved it at her house with so many other dogs to play with!! Mom and Dad loved me very much. They treated me like I was one of their own puppies and gave me medicine to help me feel better. It worked pretty well for a while; I could run and play all night. My golden brother Danny was a great wrestle partner.
Then 6 months later, I got a nosebleed that wouldn't stop. My liver had stopped working and my blood wouldn't clot. They took me to get ice cream with dog treats in it, and then they held me until I went to play with their other dogs that had already gone to this great place called the rainbow bridge. Mom told me to play and have fun until she showed up to get me.