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Taz and his siblings were rescued at a few days old when a stray dog attacked and killed his feral mother and some of his siblings.Taz was bottle fed and grew to be the big boy he is today.Taz although male likes to help care for other orphaned kittens,and watches over them like they were his own.
My sira was found as a small kitten of a few weeks old abandoned in the woods . Perhaps a feral kitten who's mother had rejected her because she was sick.She was very sick since that day and all of her life.With many serious problems including a bad heart.although an adult she never got any bigger than a 6 mos old kitten,perhaps due to her poor health.Despite all her problems she miraculously lived to be almost 13 and just recently passed away. Little princess Sira was a sweet soul who touched many lives in the short time she was here.
On a road trip, my mom and I pulled off the interstate to have dinner. We were traveling with her kitten, so we bought our sandwiches then ate outside by the car. We heard a kitten mewing, but every time I walked towards the sound, the crying stopped. Just when we were about to give up and leave, the crying started again, loudly and in earnest, and I finally found Kali curled up in some weeds right next to the busy road. She was about five weeks old, and I think her guardian angel told her she'd better speak up before we left! Since we had seven cats already, we intended to find her another home, but I didn't want to give her up, and after about two weeks, we decided to welcome her into our family forever.
I went to the pet store to get supplies for my two cats, saw a cat rescue group and asked to hold a big orange adult cat. Caesar head butted and rubbed all over my face. I took him home. Found out he was a lover and an eater, should have renamed him Hoover. That was over eight years ago.
Recently, I decided I wanted a dog, an adult or senior that would allow the cats Pishi, Kissa, and Caesar (18, 13, 10 yrs old), to live out their senior years in peace. Read a description on Petfinder of a smaller black dog that said "extremely cat tolerant". Found out she was a stray from the country, delivered nine puppies the day after arriving at her foster home and would let the foster Mom's cat clean her puppies.
I met her, fell in love, and after the puppies were weaned, I brought her home.
It's been over four months now. The cats are all very comfortable with her, in fact Caesar absolutely loves her (as do I). She is the sweetest, most mellow dog I have ever seen. Zuri (formerly Cricket) is now in level two obedience and we are looking into therapy dog training. She has never had an accident (result of the wonderful foster home and their fur kids). Zuri has learned to ring sleigh bells handing on the door if she needs to go out. The cats and I feel so lucky to have found her.
"Thank you", to all the rescue groups and the people that foster animals.
Please adopt a rescue/shelter pet and don't overlook the adult pets.
Brady came to me as an "unadoptable" cocker spaniel named Bruno. I thought maybe his anxiety-based agression came from being misnamed; Bruno sure doesn't fit a cocker! So I gave him a new, similar-sounding name, which happens to be my mom's maiden name. He had been surrendered by his original dysfunctional family, where the teenage boys had been known to actually strike their own mother, when he bit one of them. He bit several people in his succession of foster homes, and he bit me, too, until I understood his possessiveness with food issues. That was before I learned what he needed.
We now share a special bond of respect and understanding, and he's turned out to be a joyful, intelligent little friend with so much love to give! He loves to cuddle, sitting like a baby on my lap, or with his paws around my neck. My dog of 14 years, Charlotte, died in Nov. 2008. I thought I'd never recover from losing my best friend, walking/hiking partner, and confidante Now, Brady has filled my life with sunshine and has me out walking even faster than before!
I found Precious outside my old apt complex 2 1/2 yrs ago. My other two cats had heard her & jumped into the window to get a better look. It turns out she was in heat! I ran outside to call her over & she came right to me. I kept calling her & she followed me right into the bldg, up the stairs & I carried her to the bathroom to keep her there until she got her shots & the vet gave her the OK to be around the other cats. The poor thing had a coating over her eye, is missing some teeth, had a cyst that we had to keep having drained (until it finally burst & she needed surgery to remove it!) AND has bad arthritis that she gets medicine for every other day....she LOVES the medicine! She comes running & opens her mouth & I just squirt it in! She loves hairball medicine too! All the things normal cats (my other 2 included!!) would fight you to get into them! This is the way she likes to sit very often which never fails to make us laugh. She also loves to have her ears cleaned & comes running & sits between my legs when she sees the q-tips. She's definitely a strange one but am so happy I brought her in to join my family. I'll never know where she came from but she's in the best home she could ask for & getting all the love she may not have ever had!
Buddy was my Christmas present in 2007. He is the life saver that we both needed. After losing my dog in August 2007, it became very apparent to my boyfriend that I was spiraling down from the loss. So he took me to the local shelter for my present. I have never received a more perfect gift. Buddy is such a joy! He has made a "dog person" out of his dad. His "sister" and "brother" call him the favorite child.
I met Cody 2 1/2 years ago. He was a rescued Great Dane/ Rottweiler mix who needed a home because his owner could not keep him any longer, and was considering putting him down. The owner didn't know very much about him. His age was around 4-5 years. He didn't know where he came from either. Even though my family wasn't liking the idea, we had just recently lost our 12 years old German Sheppard, I brought him home anyway.
Cody made himself quite at home, taking over the couch. All 150lbs. of him! We found out some very interesting fun facts about him. Cody loves to watch Animal Planet and will try to chase other dogs on TV. If he can get behind the TV, he will....to see where the dog went. He also loves to sing to Steve Miller-Joker, and Peter Frampton- Do You Feel Like We Do.
Two days ago, he was diagnosed with bone cancer. He is on pain meds and prednisone to keep him comfortable. And that's all that can be done. The diagnosis was so unexpected since we thought at first it was just a sprained foot. I know that I have to make a decision, soon. One that I don't want to make, again. I just wanted everyone to know about Cody. We are grateful for the short 2 1/2 years he's been with us. He has been my therapy. He's a good boy, and we all love him very much.
My wife Alessandra and I are from Brazil. The company that I work for relocated me to South Florida 7 years ago. Alessandra and I have three cats. Two of them -Jeremias and Salsicha- are from Brazil. We adopted the third -Pingolinha- from a rescue shelter in Florida.
Today Pingolinha is happy, joyous and free. And Jeremias, Salsicha, Alessandra and I can't image life without her. She is the sweetest thing, a precious gift of God.
12 years ago we lost our 6 yr old Walkerhound, Stanley, to cancer. Stanley lived a difficult 9 months longer - long enough to mentor Stefany our Goldie. Stefany over the past 10 years has mentored our other fur babies till they all passed on. At age 10 we knew it was time for Stefany to mentor her successor while she was till active & sharp. So we peeked in the American Black & Tan Coonhound Rescue site & saw Judge Roy Bean - Just like our Stanley who mentored our Stefany 10 yrs ago. Judge's Mother was hit by car raised the three pups in the woods till they were all rescued. The Mother was adopted by a Dr., had leg surgery & doing well... two sons -one I wanted - were already adopted. But no one was looking at Judge Roy Bean... his markings were not as perfect as his brothers. I also said no thx. - until I went to sleep & realized I wanted him more than ever - he was like our Stanley of 13 years ago! We adopted him -flew him to Florida from Texas and DeJa Vue - Now 3 years later Stefany successfully tamed and mentored her own little Walker/Coonhound. We know she thinks of Stanley who mentored her.. and now the roll is reversed. Judge is now mentoring Lacy our newest baby Goldie and he is a wonderful mentor and big brother. He hides the bones and he decides who gets one and when. He has many survival instincts that stem from his puppyhood. Stefany now 13 is happy watching Judge Roy Bean and Lacy - reminiscent of herself & Stanley. She is the Alfa that made it all possible! Do good, adopt!