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After managing to have a Jack Russell out of the same female line since 1972 it was with heavy hearts that we said goodbye to our Dessie (Destiny - named as a wee pup by our then 11 year old daughter) last Sept 25th. She was almost 18. It took awhile, but I started looking at rescue dogs on a ton of on line sights until one day I saw this face looking at me and it said, "I'm the one, pick me." So I emailed the SPCA in Medicine Hat, a 3 hour drive from our house, made all the arrangements and on a cold, windy and rainy day I headed that way. They said she was 'about' 7 and her name was Terry. Looking at her beautiful gray face I'd say somewhere between 7 and 14, but it doesn't matter, and her name is now Punkin, because while she has a very large vocabulary that she responds to, Terry wasn't a word that elicited any reaction at all. She will probably bark all the way home, they said..... well she curled up in the seat beside me and never made a peep the whole way home, in fact she has yet to make a sound. A Jack that doesn't bark! How wonderfully bizarre! She is the best dog in the whole world and we are blessed to have her, and we tell her so every day!
This is Montana. He'll be gone a year this coming November, and was just over 21yrs old when he had to join his brother, Charlie and sister, Cally. Montana and Charlie were born in 1994. Charlie died from kidney failure at 8.5 yrs old, and Montana outlived him by 12.5-13 yrs. After Charlie passed, Montana and his Torti sister, Cally, grew closer, as did Montana and I. He became my baby boy. Both he and his brother were adopted as kittens from a local shelter, and Cally was rescued off the street. Since I had raised Montana from the time he was an itty bitty kitty, he stole my heart in so many ways. He loved riding on my back and shoulders; he loved going for walks on his harness and leash, and he loved carrying around his stuffed animal, Mr. Whale. Montana had a lot of separation anxiety, and whenever I'd leave the house he would carry Mr. Whale around and put him in all kinds of places, while making a guttural noise to let me know he wasn't happy I left. I still have three more kitties, but Montana will always hold a very special place in my heart. I still miss him and I know I always will. He was my "old man", my "baby boy". My fur baby, and my best friend.
My husband and I already had a full house. We had trouble finding a new apartment that would allow 2 huskies and a cat but we finally found one and moved into it a couple days before Christmas in 2014. We immediately noticed a sweet Calico hanging around the back door area. She seemed pretty healthy and well cared for so we weren't really sure why she was hanging around. After speaking to the neighbors, we found out she was previously owned by the tenants in our apartment. The other family was forced to leave following some criminal activity and had more or less kicked their two cats out the back door and just left them. They also gave their two dogs to other residents that lived close by. Either way, we found ourselves leaving food out for her just like several other neighbors had done. Probably why she's a little rotund. After a few weeks, due to cold she decided she was ready to come inside and join our family. She's got bad teeth, drools like a puppy and never can decide if she wants in or out but she's ours and eventually named her Bonnie Louise. She occasionally brings other kitties home. They never stick around but we still see them hanging around the edge of the property occasionally. I think Bonnie brings them home because she knows we'll care for them if they need it.
It takes a village to save a child or an animal and this was demonstrated during the late night hours on the night of September 14th, 2016. A puppy named Sassy had been the subject of long term abuse by her neglectful owner on 70th Terrace in Gainesville, Florida. The poor puppy was left tethered outside 24/7 with little shelter, soggy, moldy food and dirty drinking water. The dog was in bad condition appearing emaciated and lethargic.
Two good Samaritans who lived next door to the pup and her owner called the Alachua County Animal Control Office multiple times with little result. It was not until a plea went out on Facebook for everyone to contact the Alachua County Sheriff's Office on Sassy's behalf that things finally started moving.
It was reported that hundreds of calls and messages went into the Sheriff's Office Communications Division that night not only from Florida residents but callers as far away as Texas and even Canada.
Alachua County Sheriff's Office Deputy Brown and Sergeant Ulrich responded to the home and knocked multiple times on the front door but the dog's owner refused to open it. They found Sassy tied up on the back porch. Her condition shocked and disturbed them both. She was like a walking skeleton and barely responded to offers of food and water.
Sassy was rushed to the emergency vet where she was deemed Parvo negative but infested with worms and fleas. Sweet Sassy is on the road to recovery and several deputies are interested in adopting her.
Sassy's story proves to us that all lives matter. Even one little dog who until September 14th was nameless. She was saved from a torturous existence because enough people banded together to fight for her.
Charges of abuse are pending against Sassy's owner.
My girlfriend and I went for a walk to a pretty tourist park in a district of the capital (Lima - Perú). We were preparing to purchase passes for a ‘panoramic bus’ to go around the city and check some of the most beautiful attractions, because was her birthday. When we were paying for the tickets, we realized that at the side was a place where many people together. He gave us curious and went to see what it was.
The park where we were, is a park where there are many cats walking everywhere (Kennedy Park). It is a sort of attraction for visitors because you can walk with the cats and spend a nice time with them. The place where people were agglomerated was a point for adopt any of these animals (because most of these cats were abandoned by their owners in this place and always looking for new owners to adopt them).
My girlfriend and I adored cats, but never thought about having one because we live apart. At that time we were watching the smaller cats (kittens) in many cases around the point of adoption, a little angel looked out to see us. Immediately we saw two big ears sticking out among all small kittens and it was love at first sight. We fell in love immediately of the little cat and canceled the entire ride and everything to go to get care at the best veterinary.
Our son called "Gatito" is small cat in Spanish. This name was choosing because my girlfriend also told me "Gatito" from long ago, so it was a private joke between us. When the vet weighed "Gatito", he weighed 700 grams and fit in the palm of my hand. Currently our little cat "Gatito" has 3 years old and weighs 7 kilos and is full of love. He has lived with both (my girlfriend and I) at different times in our lives, but always lived and will live in our two hearts. We are fortunate to have a love that unite us forever and ever draw them to us.
As a mystery writer, I’ve got to say that I always love a mystery. One of the biggest mysteries my family ever experienced was where our cat Garfield disappeared to every so often.
Garfield usually spent his days in his favorite perch by the front window but every so often, however, Garfield would simply vanish, often for up to a week at a time. We tried to find out where he went but attempting to follow him was like attempting to follow a snowflake and see where it landed. We tried to keep him indoors but that was an impossible task. Garfield dashed between legs, snuck out window cracks and darted through the smallest of gaps in open doors. He loved the outdoors because Garfield loved people.
Garfield enjoyed nothing more than being surrounded by admirers and although our family definitely admired him, apparently we weren’t enough. He needed to be out and about getting pats on the head, strokes along his extra long orange and white tail and rubs on his neck from neighbors, the mailman and anyone else in his orbit. Garfield never met a stranger and he seemed to be blessed with an abundance of good luck.
Until his luck ran out.
The details are still sketchy but I’ll never forget when our neighbor came over to tell me that an orange cat had been hit by a car and she thought it might be Garfield. With a heavy heart, my husband went over to investigate. Sadly, it was Garfield and he was gone. Our adventurer, people-pleasing, Mr. Popular cat was gone forever.
We buried Garfield in the backyard and planted a tiger lily on top of his grave. Although that was three years ago, we still miss our people-pleasing cat and I suspect we always will. We never solved the mystery of where Garfield wandered when he wasn't home but it no longer matters. What mattered was that he always came back until the one last time when he couldn't.
We had to put down our Boston named Rusty. He was our best friend for 14 years. My how the house seemed empty without him. We knew we would rescue another Boston, but did not know the request would be answered so fast. We immediately put in an application to adopt with the Wisconsin Boston Terrier Rescue Site guessing it would take months. Instead we were contacted two hours later asking if we would be willing to rescue Sassy who is 13 years old and blind from cataracts. She was turned in when her owner died. We said yes and the rest is history! Sassy has been with us a month and already has us wrapped around her little paws. She is totally house broken and already knows her way around the house, without bumping into walls. She is a sweet very well behaved little girl. We miss our Rusty but thanks to Sassy we are the ones who have been rescued.
After spending a year of depression over losing my dog of 16 years I finally admitted it was time to find a another companion. I chanced upon PAL a rescue site in Apple Valley, Ca. at the time. That was eight years ago. I entered a small room with a tiny window near the ceiling, and there she was, a grey tabby. As soon as I entered the room she flopped over on her side and killed me with a tiny meow. I was had, that was it. I took her home the same day and she has been with me for eight years. They thought she was approx 4 years old when I took her. She had been living on the street and had a litter of kittens when they found her. She had been kept in the small room for 2 years and I said to myself, never again. She will have the freedom she deserves. So now she roams the house and enjoys a 3/4 acre backyard. She immediately took to hunting, always bringing me a "gift" nearly every day. Thus the term "terrorist". Attacking the carpet in the house is a habit I can't break her of even though she has several hundred scratching posts of every configuration imaginable. But that's ok, she owns my heart.
There was a lady in our Burg who fed stray cats. After my dog passed away this little black cat started showing up at my back porch. It took about 3 months before she would stay when I brought out her food. I volunteer at the Spca and registered her(which we found out later) in the Community Cat program. She was spayed, micro chipped and rabies shot. When I brought her back they said to confine her for a few days so she didn't jump or run. I kept her in my laundry room with a litter box, food and water. After those few days she wanted to stay in the house. She still goes out a lot but always meows at the door to come in. The name came after she was neutered because she was feral so her left ear tip is cropped. She has really attached herself to me. She does things my dog used to do so she gave me another someone to LOVE.
Squiggy came to us in May with such severe mange that he had no hair at all! His brother Lenny, sadly, was so sick that he didn't survive. Squiggy spent many weeks in treatment at Animal Care Sanctuary before finally being well enough to be adopted. He is doing wonderful now with his new family and has a huge facebook following. Stories like Squiggy's remind me of why I love working in shelter medicine.