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November 1998. I was in the 12th grade when I decided to adopt a cat from the animal shelter. There were a few cats running around for me to interact with, but this one sweet 4-month old girl got my attention. She kept coming to me for pets and apparently she decided I was the one for her; I took her home the same day. I promised her that day that I would do everything in my power to keep her safe and happy.
I named her Nala, and she was the sweetest, most well-behaved cat I could've asked for. When she was 7, she was diagnosed with diabetes. During the transition period where I was learning to administer her insulin shots and taking her to the vet for regular blood sugar checks, she was a total champ. No fighting or biting; it's like she knew being calm would make the pokes go a lot faster. Everyone at the clinic loved her and commented on how sweet she was. Friends who didn't like cats changed their minds when they met Nala.
I was able to manage her diabetes with few problems for almost 10 years. Unfortunately, her health started to decline in May 2015. Her diabetes became unstable and caused her to go into kidney failure. Her body started shutting down and there was no way to salvage her quality of life. I had to say goodbye to my best friend on May 18, 2015. She was 2 months short of her 17th birthday. I miss her every single day. She taught me to be strong, responsible and to not give up. She was always there when I was sad or sick. Honestly, I'd say she was the love of my life. I hope I see her again one day.
Hi! My name is Max, or rather, One Up Max. I rescued my Mom, Lisa in July of 2011. She wasn’t looking for someone to love, but found me and couldn’t resist. My best friends are Buddy & Coco, the cats. They stay home most of the time while Mom and I go for car rides, walks around the neighborhood, do my agility training, and go on play dates. I love helping people and someday I’d like to be a therapy dog, but I don’t have time in my busy schedule right now. So until then, I'll just keep making people smile as I am.
When I was preparing to move out of my parents house, my roommate and I both realized an issue. I had a calico tabby named Chai whom had grown up with my childhood cat Mocha, and our Jack Russell Zoe. Mocha and Zoe would be staying with my parents, and Chai would be coming with us. We just KNEW we had to get a companion for Chai, since she's a very affectionate and clingy cat. We knew she wouldn't do well on her own. Without much money due to my being disabled, we set out to find a kitten. We were hoping to give an unwanted kitten a home, and soon enough we found this little Ragdoll a girl in our town was giving away.
Originally, we thought the kitten to be a girl, so we named her Sally. Through a series of unfortunate events, the girl 'lost' Sally after her child had let the kitten outside. We were devastated, as we'd so desperately wanted that little fluff to be ours. We waited a week and didn't hear anything, and so we continued our search. We found another kitten, a tuxedo Angora we named Sirius Lea. As soon as we got her home, we received a text from Sally's foster. She had found Sally! We went and scooped the kitten up right that instant and brought them home.
We'd been promised both kittens were 8 weeks old by their fosters... It was a complete lie. They were barely 5 weeks. We had to feed them formula, and help them eat each meal for the first month of their life. Slowly, they grew and it turned out that Sally was actually a boy. That's how we came to have Andy, and Sirius Lea. They're just over a year old now and have the biggest personalities of any cat I've ever met. Chai has taken on the role of mama cat and we're forever blessed with their presence.
When I first adopted you, I whispered to you "You gotta live forever, 'kay?" Over the years when I would imagine life without you, I would say again to you "You gotta live forever, 'kay?"
My body still wants to take you for a walk. Your leash still hangs by the door waiting for the words "wanna go outside?" It's been raining a lot this week and I instinctively look at the clock to see if it's near time to take you out.
Whenever I eat some crackers or chips, I look to see where you are so I can throw you some.
You were the perfect dog for me. So quiet...so calm. You never peed or chewed on anything. You barked so infrequently that you would scare yourself when you did.
You were with me through all the good times and the bad. You never judged me, even when I weighed 200 lbs and was sweating to the oldies. You always had a wag of the tail for me.
I loved how I could always trust you with any child. When you got older and a little more grey in the face, some of the neighbor kids started calling you Granny.
Even when you could no longer chew the hard kibble and you weren't so interested in your toys, and had to be walked more often, I loved you so much.
You trusted me right up to the end. You believed me when I told you that you didn't have to live forever and it's OK to go.
I felt the life leave your body and you took a piece of me with you.
I love you sweet Jessie girl, and I'll see you at the bridge. 1998 - 2016
In 2008, we had just moved into our new house and already had a year old rescue, Peyton. Our family was good.....so I thought. We received a call one afternoon from my husband's cousin, who said "We're going to take Spot to the pound. Do you want him?" Spot (as he was called then) was the puppy they found on the side of the road about 3 months back. He was a black/white spotted pup with a mask that made him look cross eyed and a joker's smile. He had lived in their backyard while their 2 Yorkies lived inside. My husband's cousin had decided that Spot had pit bull in him (which he doesn't) and needed to go. I asked my husband "Do you want him? If you do, that's your dog. I already have mine." My husband jumped at taking Spot. Spot was renamed Bailey and made instant friends with Peyton. What I didn't know is that Bailey was going to steal my heart like Peyton did. Bailey made it his mission to get Mommy to love him. He was Mommy's saving grace while my husband was in Afghanistan. Bailey is now 8 years old, his mask has faded and he is my 85 pound lap dog!! He is the sweetest, goofiest dog but very protective of both Mommy and Daddy. He is the leader of our pack -- Peyton (9) and Bella (4) -- but you wouldn't think that to see his sweet face.
My mother and I live in an apartment complex. One summer a few years ago, our obnoxious, noisy neighbors suddenly moved out. A few days after they left, we were enjoying the blessed silence, but kept hearing a strange noise. We couldn't pinpoint what it was, so we went looking. Around the back of the building, my mother saw a small grey kitty sitting in the window. She was the noise - meowing her tiny heart out. They had abandoned her to die.
We started trying to break into the apartment, trying to remove the screen from the window so we could get in and get the cat. We attracted a small group of people who tried to help. After an hour or so, we called the maintenance manager, who informed us there was no law to rescue cats in our state, only dogs. We pleaded with him, and eventually he let us into the apartment after calling the police to inform them of the situation.
I went in to get the kitty. Their apartment was dank and dirty, and there were empty yogurt cups and trash on the floor without a food or water dish in sight. I grabbed the kitty and took her to my apartment. I named her Elsa. She immediately hid and was generally quite mean for the next few days. Already having two cats, my mother insisted we find her a home. Then, Elsa chose my mom as her person (wise move!). Elsa is now a very sweet, spoiled princess, and is just as mouthy and talkative as she was the day we saved her life.
When I first moved into our first house, there was a 40+ cat colony nearby.
When the man feeding the colony moved away, some cats left and others looked like they were starving. As we had 2 indoor cats of our own (Merlin and Morgana), I couldn't take any in, but we had to help.There were a few sweet ones I found homes for and some sickly ones that we took to the pound. About 4-5 remained in the neighborhood, all fixed and seem to be doing just fine.
There were 2 siblings, one grey and one orange striped that I fed everyday. Sr.Georgie and Gweneviere. Sr.Georgie was the farm cat and he ranged far and wide, but Gwen needed more loving. She would come to eat, have her belly and head rubbed and then leave. She was at our house almost daily for a year. One day, she didn't come back. She didn't come in to eat day after day. We searched and searched but she was gone.
A whole year went by and one night my husband saw her down the street. He called her name and she came running the whole length of the street into his arms. I woke up the next morning with her in bed next to me talking and purring and kneading the bed. She was skin and bones. Since that day, she doesn't leave the house to roam anymore.
Gwen is now my cat. She loves to meow at me and follow me from room to room. Or just sleep on a random bed in the house. She loves kids and dogs. Gwen also loves to chase tennis balls, but only when no one is looking.
In 2015, I made the decision to move to New Zealand, leaving the US behind. I moved to join my fiance, Jack, and his feline companion, Rommel. As the months passed and I fell more in love with the area, I kept seeing people giving kittens up for adoption on Facebook. In the town I live in, many college kids let their cats run around, unfixed. This in turn produces multitudes of unhomed kittens that become ferals from living on the streets. We could never get to a kitten in time to give them a proper home, and I always felt horrible knowing these cats might go abandoned when the owners left to go home over the Christmas and Summer breaks. Then it happened. I managed to get a hold of a couple of kids giving away two kittens from an unwanted litter. They were about 4 months of age and were starting to get to be too much for the owners to handle. Jack and I convinced them to give us both kittens and by April 1st, we brought Montgomery and Irene into the family. Both were underweight, unfixed and covered in fleas and ticks. We've had them over a month now and they've been fixed, given their initial shots, de-flea-ed and their body weight is way up. We're blessed with a family of 3 Kid-ens, rambunctious balls of fluff who we wouldn't change for the world.
(Monte is the one with the spot on his nose, Irene has the full white on her face)
Meet Mac....the newest addition to the Pet Vet family. He was brought to us by a Good Samaritan who found him on the streets, abandoned by mom, unable to walk. He does have feeling in his hind end which is a good sign and we hope to rehabilitate, treat and eventually find him a good home. Some of our very dedicated technicians went digging through old toys they had and made him a make-shift wheelchair that allows him to finally run. We love this little guy and can't wait to see what the future holds for him.
Five years ago our beloved cat Jasper died and we were devastated. That same day this beautiful girl showed up on our doorstep. It was like she was a gift from God. Needless to say we took her in that day and she has been a part of our family ever since. Her name is Jasmine and she brings much joy and happiness to our family everyday. The first thing she did after we let her in was jump up on my shoulder and give me a kiss on the cheek. It was like she was telling me thank you for giving me a forever home. When I think back on that day we not only saved her but she saved us as well.