In June of 2016, I heard a chirping sound outside beneath my bedroom window. I didn't think much of it at first; I assumed it was a bird, but after it was still going on a hour later I went outside to see why. Inside my window well, there was a tiny, mostly white kitten all alone. It was getting dark, so I emptied a box, put a towel and the kitten inside the box and headed to the nearest grocery store for kitten formula and a tiny bottle. I looked up "infant kittens" on my phone to see what to do. The kitten appeared to be about 2 weeks old, so it needed bottlefed every 3 hours and stimulation to potty. My two 2 year old male/female littermates took over potty duty like the kitten was their own while I continued to bottlefeed. Originally I believed the kitten was male; and it was mostly white with a reddish goatee, so I named it Albus James (After Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter) and called it Alby. A few days later, I realized that Alby was a female. I kept the nickname, but changed her name to Albreanna Jamesyn. (Dumbledore's full name was Albus Percival Wulfrich Brian Dumbledore) Now, 3 years later, she still goes by Alby sometimes, but she's usually called Bee. (Dumbledore is an ancient term for Bumblebee.) She is the sweetest, most loving cat ever. She still adores my 2 older (now 5 year old) cats, and will cuddle with them just like they did when she was a baby.
My husband & I take in small dogs from the local kennel sometimes, who would otherwise be euthanized. I got a call one day from them to come down, that they had a 3-pound poodle that they could not adopt out because of her age & special needs. Being blind & deaf, they were going to euthanize her. I could have her if I wanted her. So I went down immediately.... They said that animal control was called to a scene at an apartment where the owner was dead for over 2 weeks. There were 2 poodles there with the body. The family took the one dog & dumped this one at the local kennels. So we walked into where they keep the dogs. From a huge dog kennel with a tiny litter box, they pulled out this tiny 3 pound little black fuzzball of a dog. You could not see her face or eyes or toes... just a mass of dark, dirty matted fur. We took her home & bathed her; the dirt ran off her & she was white under it all! I am a professional groomer, so I got out the clippers & began cutting off the hair that was matted. I even managed to give her a fancy show pom-pom cut... just for fun, as I thought she should look & feel fancy. It was a huge difference to look at her. I put a little shirt on her, as she was cold & scared. I got a baby bassinet & a child's playpen for her to be near me in & safe. In a day she wanted out. She did the perimeter of the rooms & knew them in 1 day. She at that point ran the house. I still had her sleep in a baby bassinet next to me at night for her safety. I took her in as a hospice case. I didn't expect her to live a week or month.... she lived 4 years to be 22 years old. She died in my arms at home. She was a strong brave soul. Her blindness or her deafness never stopped her from doing things... she was amazing & her story should be known . I always said she was a tiny angel on Earth. It was a pleasure to be around her. I miss her as she passed away in 2018.
A friend called me up and asked if I wanted a dog.....I said yes!! The reason the people were giving her away was because she bit the husband (the couple had a nine month old baby). They decided to try to find a good home for "Clemantine" (we changed her name to Jasmine when we adopted her). She was found wandering the streets in West Virginia as a sweet 7 month old pup.....until I brought her home and she met my husband. She bit him also! I called the vet to see if there was anything that we could do, not wanting to take her to a shelter. They told me of a "dog whisperer" type person (for lack of anything better to call them). I called her up and two of them came over....kicked me out of the house. They met Jazzy and worked with her and my husband for about 3 hours. She was reformed...but that isn't where her story ends. She had mange and a urinary tract infection. She was a pretty sick little pup! That was 8 years ago and she is the biggest goofball and bad dog we have ever owned, and we wouldn't trade her for anything! She is very independent and set in her ways, but without a doubt she loves us and we love her!
My life felt so empty after losing the love of my life for 8 short years a couple of years earlier. I went to the shelter and started looking. I came across this little 4-year-old male kitty that was white with big black spots; a Holstein. I asked him if he would love me like I would love him. He reached up from my lap and gave me the sweetest little kiss on my lips! To this day, 15 years later, he kisses me every day, talks to me so nicely, naps on my lap, and snuggles up at bedtime. That little lover has filled my life with so much love I thank God every day for him. I am the most fortunate old lady ever to have found another love of my life in my little black & white boy with a pink nose.
I see stories every day of people adopting one or two cats, but all but two of mine came to me in groups. I had recently lost both elderly cats, and chose a Siamese hybrid mix kitten from my sister's cats, meaning to only have one cat from then on. Little did I know what was in store for me! I heard of two tuxedo female cats needing rescue that had been literally discarded in some bushes, so I took them both. I found a great home for one of them. Then a tortoiseshell female cat walked up to me in the front yard, jumped into my arms and has not left the house since. Then, a neighborhood female grey tabby stray trooped up to my house with four kittens (2 males and 2 females), and I couldn't let anything happen to the little 5-week-old kittens, so I took them in and watched a mother feed her babies for the first time. We lost one of those female babies the first night sadly, to something she had when I took her in. And mom already had respiratory problems and vision problems and still has them but is such a sweetheart. Then, there was a white and black cat and an orange tabby, both boys, who were living outside but looked so cold in the winter that I took them in during the first winter they were living on my porch. I just lost the black and white cat (I never could tell if he was a white cat with black splotches or vice versa!) two weeks ago from old age. And there are still a gray male tabby (brother to the mother I took in) and a calico living on my front porch. (Someone ran over the elderly ginger tabby who was part of the group last year while I was on vacation). The calico is feral and I still can't touch her after several years feeding her. I live-trapped her to have her spayed. And yes, they are all spayed and vetted. It's been a journey that I didn't expect but wouldn't change for anything. All the kittens are now grown and running around the house. I love them all and it's probably a good thing that I don't have kids of my own because I have plenty of four-legged ones! I always say Adopt, don't Shop! because they make the best, most loving kids and companions!
A friend of mine, Ivy, told me about a cat that desperately needed a new home. She was trying to help find this neutered, declawed, black cat, named “Church,” a home. The owner was having her boyfriend move in with her, and for whatever reason, it was decided that her two cats had to go. Her mother, Ivy’s friend, Peggy took one cat. She lives in a senior apartment and is only allowed to have one cat. Peggy’s daughter, was about to put the other, black cat, Church, out in the street, so I ended up saying that I’d try to find him a new home. That was 2 months ago and.... he’s still here. He’s very affectionate. I ended up putting a blue collar on him so I could distinguish him from my other “itty, bitty, pretty, black, kitty,” Pip, whom I adopted from our local animal shelter in July of 2018. I have a pink collar on her. I can’t say that the cats have become friends, that may never happen, as Pip doesn’t really get along with other cats. The fur flies less frequently now, so there is some progress being made. I have seen them nose to nose checking each other out. Just as I was writing this, another cat squabble ensued. I keep a spray bottle handy to end those fights quickly. I couldn’t believe that his former owner was going to throw this defenseless, house cat out on the street! What is wrong with her!!! He’s 4 years old, or so I was told, and has now been in 4 different homes, with 4 different owners. It appears as if he’s found his furever home now, here with me. We have a Westie too, named, Schotzy. Church appears to get along better with her. He has even given Schotzy head butts, which Schotzy doesn’t seem to mind. Between having a white ghost dog and two black cats, we are all set for Halloween!
One day I noticed a young orange kitten in the yard. It wouldn't come to me, but kept hanging round. I put out some food and water, and he did eat. I talked to my neighbor and asked if he noticed the kitten. He said it looked like one over on the river where they had a cabin. There had been a kitten hanging round down there, and they had been feeding him chicken while they were there. But when they went back to their cabin the next time the kitten wasn't there anymore. He was pretty sure it was the kitten that had been at their cabin. What we believe is that the kitten somehow got up in their car and rode 50 miles to their home. It would come to our door and my husband would play with it under the door. We had a dog and another cat and he seemed alright with them. Finally we were able to get him to come in the house. We took him to the vet and he said he was about 6 months old. He loved to sit in the window and look out. We named him Thomas or Tom and he was with us 16 yrs before he crossed the rainbow bridge.
Remington, a handsome chocolate lab, was crated 16 hours a day by a college student. Thankfully the young man realized this was no life for an active 8 month old lab like Remi! My husband saw Remi on a humane society rescue website. I was far from ready to welcome a new pet into our lives. We had just suffered the loss of 3 dogs within 9 weeks, and my heart was shattered to say the least. Long story short we found Remi at another rescue and we went to meet him. I knew the second we saw him he was meant to be our baby. He was perfect from the moment we got him home. He was our baby and we were his family. He and I spent countless hours on walks exploring, talking, thinking and enjoying time with each other. Last summer we found a spot on Remi that turned out to be mast cell carcinoma. He had surgery and treatment and seemed to be doing well. However, the cancer returned and our baby passed away in July at the age of 9. He was way too young and he took a piece of my heart with him. He came into our lives when we needed him and I will always be thankful that we got to share the years we had with him. We love you Remi!
After my husband passed away, I decided I needed another body in the house. I already had a 7 year old chocolate lab named Gus. So my daughter and I went to the local shelter looking for another larger dog. We ended up with a tiny female beagle mix named Bonnie. Bonnie was so small of stature that she could walk underneath Gus and her ears were so long they would flap uncontrollably whenever she ran through the yard. Well, Bonnie became the princess of our castle as soon as she moved in. She used Gus as her personal cushion, sitting on him whenever he lay down. They got along well. It was clear Bonnie had been an outside animal and getting her to adjust to being a house dog was challenging but well worth it. Bonnie was definitely a Mama's girl. She was my shadow. If she was sound asleep and I left the room, her "mommy senses" kicked in and she was right by my feet. She was always very sweet. As Bonnie grew older her hearing and her eyesight both dimmed, but she never gave up her royal demeanor nor her love of me. After my Gus passed, Bonnie became big sister to a new rescue beagle and a kitten. She took the inconvenience in stride as royally as she could. When it was Bonnie's time to join her big brother on the other side, she was as brave a girl as I could ask for. As she peacefully passed on, I thanked her for being my princess and granting me the love she brought to my life. I still cry when I think of her and miss her very much.
The U.S. 2011 tornado outbreak killed 337 people in the South, 246 in Birmingham, AL alone. I was visiting my sister in Macon, GA and decided to drive to Birmingham to rescue a thin blue-eyed Cataholua Cur, whom I named Louis, pronounced as the French do, "Louie". Louis was a healthy stray found wandering a neighborhood after the tornadoes. He showed no signs of abuse and was friendly to all--men, women, other dogs, cats, children. In the years since I adopted him, he has always lived with three cats and is now 10 years old. He barks only when he feels something's a threat or out of place (he's a great watch dog!), doesn't jump on people, and is very laid back, but he does get nervous during thunder and lightning. I take him in the car whenever it isn't too hot. Catahoula Curs are wonderful dogs, read all about them at Wikipedia! They are descended from Native American dogs interbred with 17th century explorer Hernando de Sotos's European war dogs and Native American dogs that came to the Americas from Siberia, across the then existing-Bering Land Strait. Louis is always polite to his cats, waiting to jump on the bed until there is room for him! I love him to the moon and back! He is my best friend... Always adopt, don't buy a dog! There are so many lovely dogs that need a home and will bless you and your home with their love and loyalty!