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When my oldest son was 9, we told him he could get a dog. The only rule was he had to rescue one since there are so many animals that need a home. We looked on Petfinder and found a few dogs at the local shelter we wanted to look at. Then we saw Willow, a four month old Spitz Eskimo mix. My son fell in love with the picture. I called and found out that someone had started the adoption process on her. We went to the shelter and looked. None of the dogs really seemed to fit with us. So I asked about Willow, the person never came back for her and she didn't seem to have many days left at the shelter. We asked to see her. She was everything we didn't want...untrained, a little wild, and she sheds like crazy!! But my son was sure that she was the one for him. My husband had his doubts but we decided to go ahead. We took her home and she promptly peed everywhere in the house. We decided to give it a month to see if Willow could be trained. Twelve years later, Willow is still a little wild (when she isn't feeling her age) and still sheds like crazy but we wouldn't trade her for anything!!
One day in July 2009 my husband and step-son saw this tiny little tan dog (turned out to be a Chiwawa mix) running loose in the street near our home. After seeing him almost get run over by a car they decided to try to catch him with no success. They came to the house and got me and we all three cornered him under the neighbors deck. When my husband was finally able to grab the little guy he growled and snapped but didn't actually bite, then we noticed what terrible shape he was in. He was extremely thin and had the worse case of fleas I had ever seen. We took him home and straight to the bathtub for what turned out to be the first of 3 flea baths that evening, but he was good and had calmed down and wasn't snapping anymore, after filling his belly with some good food and water and an introduction to our mini dachshund Coco he settled in for the evening and we started asking around to see if he belonged to anyone and happily he did not because I had already decided after a few minutes that he was staying with us. My husband said he looked like a baby deer so that's how he got his name Buck. After a trip to the vet for shots, worming and neutering he became a permanent part of the family. He loves his family so much, other people not so much, it takes a long time for him to warm up to others and anything with a motor he wants to attack (cars, vacuums, hair dryer, etc.) I can only imagine what his life was like before but I have a feeling it was not very good and I thank the powers that be every day that we were the ones that found him and he has a life full of love, a soft bed, good food, toys and treats and a little doggy brother that he loves (who has tucked himself into bed at the top of the picture).
In the spring of 2010 we noticed and little black and white kitty coming around our house as soon as the sun would set. She came around every night like clock work as soon as the sun would set and this went on thru the winter.. I mean she was so punctual that you could pretty much set your watch by it. Anyway, since we weren't sure if she had a family we just fed her and gave her water. But by the spring of 2011 she was here constantly and she had brought a friend with her. The friend she brought was very, very skittish. It took almost 2 months of him staying around our house constantly before he would let anyone near him. Once he let us near him we noticed that he had a limp with his left rear leg. At this point we knew that both kitties were strays that had no home. In June of 2011, we brought both kitties to the vet so that we could bring them into our home. We named the black and white kitty, Callie Jo and the gray kitty Buddy. It was while at the vet that we found out that Buddy had been injured in some way and that it was so severe that he needed daily help to poop and that Callie Jo was deaf. We are now into our 2nd full year with our 2 special needs kitties and as you can see they are comfy and happy in their forever home!
This little guy was the only one left and no one wanted him because everyone said he was ugly. He was getting ready to be "disposed" of. He was out of shape somewhat because he was a mixed breed. As soon as my son looked at him he knew that was his dog. The little guy looked so relieved to ride in my van and find his new home with us. Do you know that this little guy was crying! There were tears rolling down his little face! We never regretted saving him that day. He loves to play and he is friends with everyone. He not only grew up to be a best friend to my son and was there growing up with my son through his teenage years and his "little brother" and my little boy, he grew into a very handsome dog! I was so glad we rescued him because he would have had a horrible fate. I do strongly believe that if people would just open their hearts and their homes, they would find their best friend in a dog.
Some friends of mine where at a gas station/garage when the kids heard a loud mewing from one of the old cars that sat on the lot. They investigated and found a little black kitty that was malnourished and wanting attention. They asked the owner of the garage and he said to take the cat as he had a bunch of them and was trying to get rid of this one as he was very fiesty. They took him home and he attacked the dog. They thought of me becuase I had once said that now that I live alone, I would like a guardian cat (not a dog person). They called me and said they had a suprise for me and brought this little guy over. As soon as I saw him I exclained "ALEISTER"! (Named for Aleister Crowley a famous occultist and magician). As soon as I said that he lept from the kid's arms and onto my chest. He's been with me ever since. He's a mean kitty though! He bites and scratches when he doesn't get his way. But I love him anyway and can't think of my life without him. He's my best friend and constant companion. He even howls if he's not in the room with me when I do magick. (I'm a Witch). Don't shop, Adopt!
It was a cold October day in downtown Dallas. I was waiting to complete a fundraising walk with some friends. A van from the SPCA pulls up and my friend suggests going to look at the animals. We go over and I see this tiny little balled up shaking dog in the back corner of the cage. I ask to see and hold the dog, once they put this tiny dog in my arms, I immediately started crying! I knew right then and there me and this dog had a bond! Needless to say, I left that day with a 4.8, flea infested, puppy mill dog that was barely potty trained! We have had quite a journey! I wasn't sure what to name her until she looked up at me one day with her big ears and instantly she was named Gizmo aka Gizzy! She is now a very healthy, 10 pound, long hair Chihuahua who has changed my world! She has been on several trips and vacations with me, moved 4 times and has been very spoiled! This dog has changed my life and I so greatful for my friend suggesting I go see the dogs in the Van!
Buddy, a Treeing Walker Coonhound, was bred to be a hunting dog in rural Ohio, but when the hunter decided he wasn't good enough, he was dumped and picked up by animal control. Arriving at the county dog pound in August, he was adopted twice but returned after one and then two weeks due to "aggression toward cats and rabbits". Jump forward to early November, and his days at the pound were numbered. But, the staff at the pound did everything they could to keep him from being put down because they saw something special in him, so they posted his picture and story to Facebook one last time. And, that's where we came into the story. I saw the post on my birthday through a friend I haven't seen since high school 20+ years ago (the wonders of Facebook!), and when I saw his sweet face, tears began streaming. We already had a 10 month-old Bluetick Coonhound and an 8 year-old Keeshond, also both rescues, at home, but I couldn't bear the thought of that sweet boy being put down just because they were running out of space. And so five days later, we drove the 6.5 hours from Central NY to Ohio and turned right back around to bring him home. He's been with us just under 2 weeks and has already proven himself a wonderful part of our family. Sure, he's got some manners to learn; he didn't even know how to eat out of a dog bowl without making a giant mess. But, it's all worth it! The only thing he'll be hunting for now is which spot on the couch he wants.
Jack was 11 years old and had been surrendered to a stray animal facility near my workplace several months ago by a man who "just wanted to make his new wife happy." He had Jack since he was a puppy but his new wife wanted him to get rid of all remnants of his past life with his old family which included his dog. One drizzly morning in September, on my way in to work I haulted in my tracks because I felt an incredible urge to turn around and look at the dogs in the outdoor kennels. It was then that I saw Jack's somber expression. I thought about his soulfull eyes for a good part of the day and after work I made a trip to that facility. As he stared at me through his cage, I knew I had to make him a member of our family which was going to be tough as we already had two senior dogs and my husband was a rational and logical non-dog person.
When I met my husband nine years ago, he was a "cat person" with two young boys. I was a "dog person" without children and focused on my career. I fell in love with the children while his cat and I have come to accept each other but my husband never really became close to the dogs. Jack's story struck a chord because I did not understand how we compromised but they could not find it in their hearts to do the same. My husband gave me all the logical reasons that we should not get another dog but I had a logical counter-response for all of them. Once we brought Jack home, he followed my husband everywhere. At first he was annoyed but about a month later, while drinking my morning coffee, I looked into our living room and saw Jack's paw on my husband's leg while my husband was scratching his ears, something he NEVER does with the other dogs. Jack had wriggled a hole into my husband's heart and made a place for himself.
she not senior animal but abuse is abuse she was just 4 months old when this was taken and i got her my friend star got her brother coon and her daughter got angel twin i cant have two kittes were i live . but they were being abused at owners home because teenage daughters were bored really dont have pets if ur not gonna treat them right she tiny and scared timitd she part seimeese and egyptain and all mine im disabled and have diabetics . and whenever my sugar low sh helping mee will let me know before i know or if i m in pain cause of me loving her and helping her she layu on on my chest when im not feelng well. she is helping me more before i got her my older cat had to be put down she got to old and was suffering i still miss her my 18 old black cat midnight but more i love and care for angel marie little by little the pain goes away
Hi! I'm Lelah! I am a Beagle/ Greyhound mix (weird? you're telling me!) I was born in Phoenix Arizona in January. When I was only about two weeks old I was rescued by a Good Samaritan from the side of a road. I was tossed out of a car in a trash bag with my brother. We were both blessed to be found alive. We went to the Phoenix Arizona Humane Society (where they have a "No Kill" policy!) They placed us into temporary foster home. Once we were old enough to be adopted we were placed in the Humane Society, Desert Sky Mall location. I was only there a couple of hours when I noticed a family! They smiled at me and asked to hold me. We were then taken to a small get-acquainted room where I met a little doggy named Bambi! We played (well I did most of the playing) but we got along great! Once we played for a while the family took me out to pick out some toys. They took me to say goodbye to my brother and took me home. I now live in Michigan with my family and we couldn’t be happier! I am almost three years old! I love to play in the leaves and the snow this time of year! I have the silliest little quirks that make my family laugh! I am very loving and affectionate. I like to run, and rip apart all of my stuffed animals! I am very mischievous and I keep my parents on their toes! I am still a bit frightened of trash bags and loud noises, but my family tries to be very sensitive to this fact. Bambi and I get along great even though I’ve outgrown her ten times over. If my parents were here right now they’d tell you that they love me dearly and often refers to me as “The Angel” sent from God! They’d tell you that I’ve rescued many times in return. They’d say that they wouldn’t trade me for the world.