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About a year ago I decided to rescue a dog. When I walked into the Marathon Animal Shelter, this little guy was leaning against the fence looking very sad. When I asked what his story was, I was told that he had been picked up with a "pack" of dogs running around Homestead Fl, living on the street.
Louie gave me that first kiss between the fence links and I fell in love. He is about the sweetest thing I have ever met, and I cannot imagine him running with a pack or living on the street. He is very happy and walks to work with me everyday. We have a great time and I am so happy that he is my pal.
We needed someone with lots of energy to keep up with our rescued Pit Bull mix. I found a litter of "lab/shepherd mix" puppies online on Petfinder and fell in love with one sweet little face. (That's Brutus on the left; my friend says he has "bedroom eyes"!) When we went to the shelter to get him, my husband saw another litter (of completely undetermined parentage) in the next pen. He said, "What about THAT one with the pink spot on its nose?" We came home with two tiny babies who are now seven months old and still growing. They think they are littermates. We call them "the wolves". There is plenty of energy at our house now! Brutus is a mama's boy who whines if he can't follow me ("Mom, where are you?") and wakes me up for breakfast ("Mom, I'm hungry...Mom? Mom? Wake up!") Minnie is a sweet cuddly girl who loves to chew her bones. They are completely wild and we love them dearly.
Rowdy (black), Jagermeister (white), and Rita (brown) absolutely LOVE the doggie park and here they are pictured riding home after a visit. Other guests at the park marvel at how we have three dogs, but my husband and I wouldn’t have it any other way. We love all three of our goobers like they were our children and in return we receive their fiercely loyal and unconditional love. Sure, Rowdy snores really loud, and Jagermeister is a really picky eater, and Rita won’t bend her front legs when she runs, but they are our family and are always happy to greet us when we come home. Everyone should be so lucky.
Just about a year ago my beloved Kyra passed away. She was a beautiful black and white Siberian Husky who had been my devoted companion for over 15 years. I have deeply loved all my dogs and when each one moved on to doggie heaven, it would be months before I could even think of “replacing” her. So, I was surprised to find myself on line about a week later looking at Huskies on Petfinders. Although I felt I was being unfaithful to Kyra, I couldn’t stop looking. Soon I found a pretty red and white Husky at the Last Resort Rescue in West Milford, NJ and once The Last Resort gave us the okay, my wife and I scheduled a trip to New Jersey. They recommended that we bring our other Husky, Holly, to meet our potential new family member.
Upon arriving at the last resort, we were placed in a large room for the big moment. You can imagine our disappointment when this pretty little girl came in the room and totally ignored us. The wonderful people at The Last Resort understood how we felt and brought in two more dogs for us to meet. One of them was a real sweet pure white Husky and, when we brought in Holly to meet her, she even gave Holly a kiss. It was unanimous.
This February 7th, Frostyn will have been at her forever home for one year. Every time she looks at me with those big blue eyes, I see love and appreciation for having brought her to her new home. I could not imagine a more perfect companion and so I somehow think that Kyra, as her last act of love, led us to Frostyn. How else would this unusual sequence of events have come about?
My boys ! A few days after having to put down my beloved Mr. Whiskers, I decided to visit the local SPCA to find a new friend . Oscar ( orange and white ) was the only one coming to the front of his cage to greet me, meowing . That was it ! A few minutes later, we were on our way home . A couple of years later , Lucky began wondering through our yard , stopping for some food and play time . Every day he appeared, then he never left ! One day we noticed he was limping , but still wanted to play . One of his back legs was badly infected , so we took him to the vet . " Do whatever you have to to make him healthy ! " we said . Later that day , after surgery , Lucky came to his forever home , and his new brother . I can't imagine not having my boys ! Please consider adopting an adult cat , they make the best families !
In 09, I decided my cat, Razzamattazz, wasn't coming home after being missing for 2 years and went to the shelter to just "look." I wanted a kitten that looked just like him but when I arrived, I saw many black kittens and thought I would come home without one - not that I'm superstitious, but I never wanted a black cat. I saw one kitten that looked like Razz and tried to get his attention through the bars - he just turned up his nose at me. Meanwhile this tiny black ball of fluff tried as hard as he could to get my attention. I went to the other cages but didn't find any that shouted "I'm Yours!" so I returned back to the first cage for another kitten I had spied - again, I was "attacked" by this itty black kitty. I decided to hold him and test his temperament as I wanted a lovable cat - that was it, it was all over. This little 2lb ball of fuzz crawled up onto my shoulders and purred as loud as he could. THIS was the kitten for ME. The shelter required a name for adoption and I called him Shadow. This name, however, did not last long after getting home! He started attacking the 90lb dogs' tails, hiding under the sofa to bat at feet and legs, chasing the 10 year old cat, Baby Kitty, around the house and through my laughter, I started to call him a Little Monster - that name has stuck. Monster is now 2 years old and 11lbs of pure muscle. Fiercely independent yet totally lovable - he loves to sleep by my head at night and play with his "friends" all day. He is still a constant source of amusement.
I first met Susu at the shelter where I volunteer. She was a tiny little thing with a short stumpy tail. Not quite a manx like tail, but not a normal cat tail either. She was the cutest thing I'd ever seen, and I've seen a lot of kittens. I picked her up and held her for a bit. She looked up at me and just stared, then reached her paw up to touch my face. I was in love and knew I had to take her home. I brought her home and introduced her to the other cats. They weren't terribly interested in her until she went near the food.
For the longest time she was very shy. She would play quietly by herself, very unobtrusively. Also very un-kittenlike. I thought maybe she needed a playmate, as my other two are older and would never stoop to such levels as playing (while people are looking). I asked the shelter staff if there were any other kittens her age around, and come to find out..her brother and sisters were still there. Since I'm part of the foster program anyway, I asked if I could take those three home to live with us until they got adopted. A few minutes later, Mischief, Chichi and Flower were on their way home with me. The reunion was spectacular and not in the hissing/screaming way. It was like they had been together all along. They played, then ate, then all passed out in a kitten heap.
Months later, the other three have been adopted and Susu has come out of her shell. She's the most lovingly playful cat I've ever met and she will forever have a special place in my heart.
On 12/31/09, a family moved and tossed three cats into the snow and drove off. It is a true tale that happens more often than we can imagine.
"Annie" found her way under the porch of a kind-hearted woman who gently urged her into her home. I got a call as I had just lost my dear Miki of 16 years. The minute I saw Annie, she lept into my arms and into my heart and home. She is a joy! Slim and long legged, chasing balls and a toy mouse are her favorite pastime.
Her two brothers were also found, rescued and adopted. Many displaced pets are not so lucky.
We started fostering Fluff (black/white) at 4 weeks old, and after a month the Humane Society asked us to keep him a while longer so he could gain more weight. A month went by, and another, and soon enough he had stolen our hearts! He had clearly chosen us, and we were grateful for him! And, just by coincidence, it was 2-for-1 adoption month at the Humane Society, so we snagged the cutest grey-tiger kitten we could find and named him Lionel (grey).
The two boys hit it off immediately, and this photo was taken after a week of being together. They act as though they were from the same litter, and even though they are quite different on the outside -- color, body shape, demeanor -- seeing them play and interact is proof enough that these cats are truly "brothers from another mother"! We absolutely love our boys, and they seem to melt us every single day.
I got Peanut and Lucy from 2 different shelters and they have been the best dogs! They are like my kids and I love them more than anything in the world. Peanut came from an abusive home and was very scared when I first got him, but he's improved over the 4 years I've had him and is a great dog! Lucy was an owner surrender because they kept her in a kennel 23 hours a day. Ever since I've had her she's turned into the most loving, fun dog in the world! Both of my dogs have brought so much fun and joy into my life and I couldn't imagine my life without them.