We adopted Sammy from a local rescue group. The posting indicated he would be best placed in a home with other dogs. No problem, we had 2 already and he would be our third. Turns out, he came from a home he shared with 27 other dogs. It took time for him to trust, but now he follows me everywhere. He is loyal and accepts other dogs and cats who come through our doors. At 13 years old, he finds stairs difficult, but prefers to take them himself without any help from me. He walks through our neighborhood with a spring in his step.
We were going to visit friends in Charleston, SC. We stopped to have lunch at a Mexican restaurant, and only God knows why, I boxed up my leftover fajitas to take with us. It was not a normal thing to do since we were on vacation, and still had 6 hours to drive. In just a few minutes we came to a “T” on a very busy road. As we made our turn, something caught my eye coming out of a storm drain. It was a tiny grey kitten, and he was so close to the dump trucks speeding down the road. I pulled over and coaxed him out of the drain with.... wait for it... the fajitas! The big trucks and speeding cars were so close as I was trying to get him, it was only a matter of time before he would have been roadkill. There were no houses in the area, so we knew he was on his own. We took him with us to Charleston, fully intending on taking him to a shelter. I already had 2 cats. Before we turned him over to the shelter, we decided to spend the money for the vet to ensure he was healthy enough (you see where this is going, don’t you?) The vet said he was about 7 weeks old and only 2 days from starvation, and had the worst case of ear mites he had ever seen, but not a flea on him! So with all the strength I could muster, we turned him into the shelter.... Nah, we brought him home (see, you did see that coming). That was almost 9 years ago. For about 2 years he would go absolutely crazy when it came feeding time because of his near starvation. The vet said he may never get over it. He still is very vocal when I am preparing his food, but he trusts us enough to know he will not go hungry ever again. He is a hot mess, and we love him. You think we would have named him Fajita, or Stormy (he is all grey, and was in a storm drain), but the name “Road” just seemed to fit.
This poor little guy was born in my friend's shed and somehow a paint can tipped over and he laid in it. He was only three weeks old when I found him, but I knew if I didn't rescue him, he wouldn't survive. I took him to the vet, who told me to bring him back in a week so his hair could grow a little longer. I hand fed him every 3 hours that week, and tried to pick off some of the paint to no avail. When the week was up, I took him back to the vet, who shaved him to get the paint off. His name was originally "Picasso", which we thought very appropriate considering his start in life. However, when he meowed, he sounded just like a mosquito flying by so we changed his name to "Skeeter Bug". He also had a fetish for paper towels, so we had to hide them from him for the first two years. He's over his addiction now, because we can leave them out without fear of him attacking them! We love our beautiful SOLID BLACK boy, who is now 10 years old. Even though he had a traumatic start in life, he's become a very handsome and loving fur baby.
March 10,2019 a lady was visiting a cemetery in North Alabama. She went to throw away dead flowers from her mother's grave in the dumpster. When she looked in she saw what she thought was a dog statue. When she threw the flowers in the dog moved. She and her husband were horrified and worried for the little wet dog and called the police. The officer who answered the call climbed in the dumpster and saved the dog. The dumpster was not full of trash but water from the recent rains and it was cold weather. The lady took the cold wet small dog home and called a friend who works with our local rescue. I was contacted and asked to get the dog and foster him. I met the finder at 7 pm that evening to get the poor dog from the dumpster. We named him Chico. Getting Chico home and washed and checked over was first order of business. He is a small Chihuahua looking fellow. He had hurt his eye on something during the ordeal and was obviously shook up. The next day I took him to the local animal services to have him scanned of a microchip and place a found report so incase someone was looking for him they would know where he was. He went to the vet and got looked over. His eye was damaged and caused a corneal ulceration, he was put on oral antibiotics and eye medications. After a few days of that treatment he had his teeth cleaned, which were rather nasty and smelly. He has a large cyst removed from neck, and they made plasma drops from his blood to treat his eye injury. Chico has been aged to be around 10 yrs old and weighs 9 pounds. He has a trusting personality despite his ordeal. His stray hold expired with no one claiming him. He is now in the Friends of Rescue group and is my foster dog. He is ready to find a forever home to retire in. He is a pleasant boy who is quiet, enjoys following his people around, getting petted on the head and carried around if you go on an outing. You can adopt him from our group. Friends of Rescue.
Tiger was dumped in our neighborhood almost 15 years ago. My daughter began taking him food at the apartments up the road from our house. We already had an indoor cat and I didn't want another one. But we would see this very small cat lying in the road or in other unsafe spots and worried about it. About three days after my daughter started feeding Tiger he showed up in our backyard, peering through the sliding glass door at Sam, who didn't seem bothered to see him. We had another cat! We took him to the vet, found out he was at least a year and a half old, judging by his teeth. He went from less than 8 lbs to almost 16 lbs in six months, with access to unlimited food! On a diet ever since! Sam is gone now and Tiger is king.
My Dear Friend Joni in Cozumel got a call to rescue a kitten less than 24 hours old. Some kids were trying to drown her in a puddle. The umbilical cord was still attached. My friend went out and picked her up. She took her home and bottle fed her until she was strong enough to eat Ferrell. She was white, therefore named Miss Snow. I think she was destined for Canada with that name. I was looking for a Siamese cat and I got this beautiful kitten all the way from Cozumel. I thank Joni and the people who helped bring her to Canada for me. She is full grown now, much darker and very feisty. She even climbs walls.
The year was 2005. One day there was an all-black cat at my back door meowing. While he didn't look hungry, I fed him anyway. Meanwhile, I already had 3 cats of my own. As I was putting the food out for this all black cat, I hear another cat crying under my car. I look to see the cutest little orange and white cat so I fed him too. However, this little guy was not as brave as his friend. He wouldn't come out until I left the area. Come to find out, the all black cat was a neighbors cat who just wanted a free meal and the little orange and white cat was indeed a stray. So it happened I made sure I fed this little guy every day. I was in touch with Hull Animal Rescue and we made plans to have him trapped and neutered. I went to visit him while he was at the vet but he just hissed and spit at me, and clearly was not happy to be locked up. I asked if he could be socialized and they said no. They said he had been a stray for at least 1-2 years and was too wild to be socialized. They said they would release him back to my house and I could continue to feed him. Luckily for me, I had an enclosed back porch with heat and I had a cat door installed for this little guy I now called "Sweetie-Boy". Every morning I would open the back door to put his food and water out and he would purr when he saw me and the food coming. Little by little, he let me in the same space as him and soon he was brushing up against my legs as if to ask to be petted. Then you guessed it, I was able to pet him. Then I was able to sit with him. Then I was able to introduce my cats to him. Then he became a permanent part of our family and never returned to the outdoors. It took a little while but he turned into the most gentle little guy. We had many wonderful years together and he was happy at home with me and his furry friends. I lost Sweetie-Boy last year to cancer. He entered into my life in 2005 and left this world in 2018, but will remain forever in my heart.
After my SpitFire passed away on October 17th 2014, just 2 weeks Short of her 18th Birthday (on Halloween), I was bound and determined to rescue another black kitty. So I went on the net looking for another black kitty. When I found Shadow (she was named Dora at the shelter), I Called Tri-County Shelter in St. Cloud, Minnesota, and they told me she was still there. The next day we drove an hour and a half to go rescue her. She was very scared and wouldn't come out of her cage to meet us; didn't matter, I was taking her home anyway. One of the ladies that work there, she told me the story of how Dora had been brought there not once, but twice. Her first people had her her whole life (4 Years). They brought her in in a box sealed with only 2 small holes; not much to breath thru. They had decided they were moving to California and didn't want to take her with them, so they dumped her off. Her next people had her 3 days and returned her because they wanted a mean cat to go after the dog they had, and when that didn't happen they brought her back, you see. I am a 3-time black kitty rescue mom so far, and not all at the same time. I had volunteered at my local shelter at a younger age, and have seen what black kitties go thru - being ignored, tortured, and used for cult purposes - so I vowed to always rescue the black ones first. So anyway, we brought her home and the first 3 days she was at our house she stayed under our clawed bath tub, so afraid to come out. She could still smell my last kitty (who is now in a box with my other babies; all have been cremated so far). I changed her name back to Shadow because Dora just didn't fit her. Well, she finally came out and has been my lucky #13! She is so happy and healthy, and of course indoor-only. She loves the golden retriever we got after her, so Shadow and Luuciee love and play all day and cuddle at night!
She was found sitting at the side of the road - miles from anywhere, but not footsore or dirty, so obviously dumped. The people who found her contacted Labrador Rescue, who gave me her details. When I took her to be spayed, my vet said she had a false pregancy due to a benign tumour on one ovary. I believe she was a puppy-mill bitch and was dumped because she didn't fall pregnant. I named her Daisy. She is my precious love and very spoiled!
We lost our big, yellow lab a while back. When it was time to think about getting another family member, we went to the Humane Society. There was no other choice for us. Adopt! We were looking around and an employee was taking a dog to a family in a room to consider adopting. The dog stopped right in her tracks and sat down right next to my daughter. We were so touched and moved by this but the dog had to go see this other family. My daughter was misty eyed. So we went in another room and looked at some other dogs. Then the lady told us the other family didn't pick her so we could. The choice was made! She had been returned twice. Now she is OURS! Happy and healthy!