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In September ’14 our son and I stopped by our local Humane Society resale store. While #1 son checked out the store I checked out the cats available for adoption (even though we already had five rescue cats.) Two all black boys caught my attention with their antics. The tag on the cage stated they were five months old and had been there for several months. I was told no one showed any serious interest in them because they had four strikes against them; they were black, they were males, they were no longer cute little babies, and they were bonded and had to go together. They were named Heckle and Jeckle, appropriate due to their appearance and personalities. When we returned home I told my wife about them, and after some discussion we decided that while they'd not be put down if they weren't adopted, they deserved a loving home. My wife returned with me to the store and quickly fell for them just as I had. They were snugglers, purring at the first scratch, and we wound up adding two more to our cat clan. After their months of cage life they couldn't jump up on chairs or even a low ottoman when they arrived at their new home, but they quickly built up their muscles and were soon tearing around the house, often terrorizing the older cats. On their first visit with our vet she said they were the closest to identical twin kittens that she'd seen. They’re grown now and Jeckle is larger than his brother Heckle, but if you don’t know them they’re hard to tell apart. They're still vocal, playful, loving, often silly, and they’re great additions to our family. Their personalities and antics led my wife to claim they're a new species - bugger monkeys. I just call them the Beastie Boys.
Today I had to say goodbye to my baby kitty, Lindsay. She was 18 years old. Lindsay suffered from kidney disease, blindness and most recently seizures. I found Lindsay on my front porch 16 years ago. She had no claws and was too thin. Lindsay had a rough start after I brought her into my home of two cats & a turtle. They never got along so I tried to make peace the best I could. After losing my two cats Lindsay finally had full run of the house for about 6 years. I pretty much left her alone since that’s the way she liked it. Of course I would have preferred to have some kisses and snugs but I knew her all too well. Whatever made her happy, that’s all I wanted. Over the years Lindsay developed skin allergies and a sensitive stomach and arthritis. The worst was when she was diagnosed with renal failure. She went in every week for more than 2 years to get her fluids and was also put on a diet of KD food. Lindsay wasn’t the best patient at the Vet Hospital so after biting a technician twice, they told me I could no longer bring her in for fluids. She did well for a while until a few weeks ago she started having seizures. I treated her with Phenobarbital and Buprenex for pain. Needless to say her little body started showing signs of defeat and it was up to her Mommy to make the decision. One that I regret but in my heart I knew it was the right thing to do. After all those years, My Sweet Baby finally allowed all the kisses and snugs up until the end. I will cherish that time we had forever. You are so missed Lindsay baby. The house is so empty without you.
I need to send out a big thank you to this community. The support everyone here has shown us has left me lost for words. Thank you so much for your love and support and kind messages.
Several weeks ago I posted Marley's story (please see original post below for full story).
The last 7 weeks been the most trying up and down days of our lives. One day we would see massive improvements and then the next we weren't sure if we would make it through the day. Marley was diagnosed with a rare brain infection and underwent brain surgery. She has gone through complications with medication sending her into a state of toxicity. She lost her appetite and I was left with no other option than to syringe feed her for over a week until her appetite came back. Her ability to walk came and went as we weaned her off of anti-inflammatories. Yet through all of this, her spirits stayed strong and she never stopped fighting.
I am happy to say that Marley is doing amazingly well. She has so much energy and strength back. We are going on walks and playing fetch and enjoying life every day.
Marley will have to be on strong anti-fungal medications for the next 6 months to ensure we get all of the infection followed by another MRI to make sure everything is gone. On top of this, we just found out Marley will need to undergo one more surgery in the next few weeks. On top of her skull being cracked by whatever abuse she encountered in her young life, it also left her with several cracked/broken teeth in the back of her mouth which now have become infected. She will be monitored closely by the same top anesthesiologist that did her surgery the last time and will be in great hands.
We honestly could not have gotten through all of this without the support of everyone around us. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. You have helped save Marley's life and we will eternally be grateful.
One cold winter night approximately 17 years ago, a stray gray tabby cat crawled up onto the block of a truck engine to get warm. Not knowing the cat was there, the truck owner turned the motor over, which severely mauled the cat’s hind leg. The owner took pity on the poor animal and brought him to a local humane society, where the cat’s hind leg was amputated at the hip. ‘Bailey’ spent many months living in a cage while he recuperated.
Although he was a favorite of the humane society employees, Bailey was never adopted because most didn’t want a handicapped animal. The amputated stump seemed to frighten most people. Plus, Bailey didn’t adapt well to being caged and would yowl at the top of his lungs when transported to pet adoption events. After spending more than a year at the shelter with no serious lookers, the humane society decided to try listing Bailey on a relatively new website called Petfinders.com.
The rest is history. I spotted Bailey (renamed Hoppy) in 2000 and we’ve been inseparable ever since. Hoppy has the ability to run, climb, jump and do anything else a ‘normal’ cat can do. Of all the pets I’ve owned in my life, he is the most loving and devoted.
My mother was looking for a companion after her husband's death. We looked around on the internet until we saw a small little dog who was described as a complete lap dog. "That's all she does!" Her trainer said as he narrated her video. Just sitting there, next to her foster Mom--two little round eyes staring out between her foster mom and the edge of the Lay-Z-Boy. "This would be a good dog for an older person." Her trainer continued. Also, we learned that this little dog was a rescue from a puppy mill nearby. About five years old, her name was "Peanut." Peanut had to learn potty training, how to drink out of dish, how to walk on a leash, how to get used to night-time, and other difficulties, because she was kept in a cage all her life. She was greatly blind and she lost most of her teeth as well. Undaunted, she was cute Chiweenie--Dachsund and Chihuaha mix. She turned out to be a special companion for all of us,a not just my mother. Our favorite was the little "food dance" she would do. Spinning around and letting her tongue fly and her nails tap out a rhythm on the kitchen floor. Now she has all the lap time she could ever want!
We found a tiny tailless kitten in Mexico while walking a friend's dog. She had hidden in a half-built house and came running out to greet us as if we were old friends! She swiped a paw at the dog and the claw caught in the dog's nose and she went flying! She ran off and I thought she was gone, but when I took some food out for her, she came running back.
We took her to a vet and found that she was only 7 weeks old. I thought she would have a better chance of adoption in Oregon so we kept her with us and drove the 2000 miles home with her.
But after all that, we couldn't give her up!! She will outgrow her name soon. She will be 6 months old soon and our vet says she is growing so fast she will be a big kitty soon.
Me and my partner has been considering adopting a dog for a while but hadn't come to any decision either. So when I get a call from my partner, telling me "we've got a dog" and he's meeting me on the way home from work to lead me to him, I was, confused.
I spotted his van on the country road and pulled over to talk to him. He tells me a very sad story about a neglected farm dog called Frank. His "owners" neglected him because he's a failed sheep dog and was of no use to them. His story fills my heart with sadness so we immediately go to get him.
When we pull up to the farm yard, my heart goes out to this sad border collie chained up to a tiny metal Hut that is so small he has to get onto his belly and crawl into. His fur is filthy and heavily matted, his bowls are already up for sale in the farm auction, he's surrounded by his own feces and his collar is so tight, I can't fit my pinky finger under it and a tongue too big for his mouth, sticking out between his closed lips. His eyes lit up when we came over and showed him some attention. There was no way I was leaving him there.
He was destined for a bullet that weekend, we were sure of it.
So we took him, took him to the vets and gave him a loving home, showed him what life he really deserved. He is the kindest, gentlest, happiest dog I've ever had the pleasure to meet. So with his new life, we gave him a new name; Oscar, my beautiful border collie.
Playboy was found sick and starving alongside a jungle road in Cancun, Mexico by animal sanctuary Tierra de Animales. After some months of care and rehab there, we met him when we toured the sanctuary while on vacation. So many other dogs there needed homes, but Playboy followed us around the grounds and had this way of putting his nose to our faces to say, "I need a family". Two weeks later, he arrived in his flight gear (crate) in our hometown to a joyous reunion. He has learned to trust people and is the beloved leader of our international mutt pack.
I FOUND MUFFY IN THE FREEWAY. SHE WAS A TINY KITTEN (3 WEEKS OLD) TRYING TO SURVIVE, SO I STOPPED THE CAR, I PICKED HER UP AND TOOK HER TO THE VET. SHE WAS REALLY HURT, WE DIDN'T THINK SHE WILL SURVIVE.
THE VET TOLD ME THAT HE CAN´T TAKE CARE OF HER AT NIGHT, THAT SHE WILL NEED LOTS OF TREATMENTS AND MEDICATIONS BECAUSE SHE HAD HER PAWS BURNED, INJURES MADE BY A KNIFE, AND THAT SOMEONE HAD BROKEN HER NAILS. I TOOK HER HOME AND HELP HER WITH HER MEDICINES ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT LONG TILL SHE RECOVERED. I WANT TO TELL YOU THAT I THOUGHT I WAS A DOG PERSON BUT SINCE I RESCUED MUFFY I KNOW THAT I LOVE HER AND WE WILL NEVER SEPARATE FROM HER, THAT SHE HAS FOUND HER HOME AND THAT WE WILL LOVE HER FOR ALL HER LIFE..SHE IS A WARRIOR, SHE SURVIVED, NOW SHE IS 10 YEARS OLD AND SHE IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.
THE TRUTH IS THAT I DIDN'T RESCUE HER, SHE HAS RESCUED ME, SHE MAKES MY LIFE SO HAPPY AND LOVED.
Today, the story of Dutches, a baby alligator touched my heart. Dutches is a rescue alligator and she cannot eat due to a stone lodged in her tummy. She has not eaten in a long time and without expensive surgery she will not live. Please see and read about Dutches here and help if you can: https://www.gofundme.com/educational-alligator-needs-help