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A couple of years after the death of my beloved Clover I felt it was finally time to head to the local shelter and adopt a new cat. I was leary as I had just got my entire house repainted, carpeted and bought new furniture...and new pets can be unpredictable. Well, off to the shelter I went. When I first walked into the cat room this little calico kept running around my feet. The worker said she was a "special needs" kitty so I kept looking. No other cat seemed to "take" to me but the little calico wouldn't leave me alone. So I picked her up and immediately the worker said "she doesn't like to be held". Hmm, she curled up in my arms just fine. So I said to the worker "let's talk special needs". She said the kitty needed special food that can only be purchased at the vet since regular food crystalized her urine. My response was "that's all"? I can handle buying bags of dry food at the vet's office. So I decided to take the little calico home with me. I named her Callie (original huh?). But it fits her. She spent the first 2 weeks under my bed until she realized it would be more comfortable sleeping on the bed instead. Since then we have become insepartable. She sleeps with me and sits on my shoulder when I'm at the computer or watching TV. I am so glad she picked me!
This gorgeous cat almost didn't survive! A friend of mine heard kittens crying and crawled under his porch. He sadly found two dead kittens and a tiny black one. He took the kitten and showed his mother. She was shocked because his frail body was crawling with fleas. The vet didn't seem too hopeful that the dehydrated, flea-ridden kitten would make it but he gave it his best shot. When the kitten recovered, my friend's mother gave him to me (she is allergic to cats). Seven years have passed and Mr. Nibs is a muscular, thirteen pound cat. He is very affectionate and loves to play with my pet rabbits. Mr. Nibs will turn anything into a toy (a plastic cap, the curtains and much to my chagrin, toilet paper). He has brought a lot of happiness to my life and everyone he comes in contact with. He has even stolen the hearts of many self-professed "dog lovers."
Harriet (right) was an ill-conceived Easter present to a young girl. Harriet's siblings were taken from their outdoor hutch and strangled by two neighbor boys. The mother gave Harriet to a friend of mine who then gave her to me. I had Harriet spayed to prevent bad behavior and ovarian cancer. George (left) was purchased for an Easter party to be placed in a basket as a centerpiece! The woman who did it was quite pleased with the idea! After the party, he lived in a guinea pig cage he couldn't even stand up in for about 7 years. He was given to me by the same person who gave me Harriet. He was thin and his fur was very matted but he was the sweetest boy you've ever met. After his grooming, he was so proud. George and Harriet were inseparable. He passed away on March 24, 2007. He lived the last year of his life with Harriet and I in a wonderful 32 square foot pen in my house. He touched my heart and taught me what it was to forgive and live in the moment. He brought so much happiness to my life and to Harriet's. The moral is to realize that rabbits are not Easter presents. They are animals that are often abused because of how inexpensive they are to purchase. They can even be won as prizes at fairs! They are not a good pet for irresponsible people and if they are in pairs, they must be spayed or neutered.
I have been a part of the New Jersey Schnauzer Rescue, doing transports and fostering after adopting my first rescue, Peanut in 1999. A few years ago, I was asked to go to Pennsylvania to get a dog that could not be cared for. Her owner was elderly and went into a nursing home. Missy was a young salt and pepper Schnauzer so full of energy. I brought her home and she knew exactly how to warm her way into our hearts. She never left! I adopted her within the month. Missy somehow knew that this was her forever home! She loved her new family. She plays out in the yard with her sister Chloe(the silver bullet) and bullies her older rescued brother Shermie(17 years old). Chloe was the only one not knowing what it was like to be given up. We got her as a puppy. Missy loves to go for walks with her family and loves riding in the car and along with my other dogs, know,this is the best family they have ever owned. I am truly amazed how dogs can transfer their love so quickly to a new family. Even though I do not foster any longer due to lack of room, I still do volunteer work along with my daughter at The Animal Orphanage in Voorhees, New Jersey, where they have all breeds of dogs in the shelter. I love working with the dogs!
My son found these two under the wheel of his car in a driving rainstorm. What a miracle that he saw their tiny huddled forms before he got in to drive away! Eli, the one in the scale, weighed in at 4 oz. His sister, Moonshadow, was 8oz. Of course I said, "We can't have any more cats! They have to go as soon as they're old enough." Then, no surprise, after bottle feeding them for a month there was no way I could give them up. My husband calls them the "misguided missiles"as they go careening up and down the stairs and hallway. Eli's now twice as big as his sister, but it makes no difference to her, she's fearless.
That's what I feel every single time I look at my dog, Pepper. She is simply the cutest, sweetest, fluffiest, scruffiest thing I have ever seen. The joy she brings my fiance and myself is immeasurable. We can't believe how lucky we are.
Pepper is an amazing animal. She's very easy and low maintenance. She is kind, gentle and snuggly but she is not overly needy and can amuse herself for hours, just chewing on a bone. She's very smart but doesn't try to manipulate us or get into trouble. Her personality is so rich and complex and we are endlessly amused by her antics. She loves walks and playful scampering around the park or beach, but she doesn't tear apart the house if we can't squeeze a proper walk in on a freezing or rainy day. She goes with the flow and accepts what is. She is a little Buddha.
Her favorite snoozing spot, one of the cushions on our sofa, has now been reshaped to fit her perfectly. She has owners who lavish her with love, affection, wonderful walks, delicious, healthy meals and all of her grooming and medical needs. I can't get over that this little angle once lived on the streets, severely underweight and ridden with every parasite known to dog. Then she was in a shelter cage for months on end and only after we adopted her did we realize she must have been extremely itchy that entire time since she had been fed food that it turns out, she has an allergy to!
I think she must know how bad she had it and how lucky she is now because she is truly the perfect little companion.
After the loss of a very special dog I decided to try and find another. We always adopted from shelters so I began my search on Petfinder.com. It took several months of looking but after seeing that irresistable face I knew Moxy was the one. We drove from Pa to NJ to meet her at a pet adoption clinic. It was love at first sight and we took her home that day. She now spends her days on our farm swimming in the pond, rounding up chickens, and playing in the pasture with our pony and donkeys. Moxy is a wonderful companion and great playmate to our grandchildren who adore her. There are so many animals out there that are waiting for a home. Thanks to Moxy's sponser, Lori and all the other people who provide love and a home to dogs like Moxy.
We found 6 month old Custer, a Corgi/Cattle Dog scared & hiding in the corner of a kennel in the Humane Society in Rapid City, while vacationing on our Harley's. In the visitation room, Custer ran to my husband when called, sat on his foot & looked up (& did the same for me), it was that moment we knew he had to come home with us. Two days later we arrived at the shelter to take him home in a kennel firmly strapped to the back seat/trunk of my Road Glide. The 18 lb. pup fit well & we were off on his first ride with a stop in Sturgis (post rally) for a walk & a bath at a water faucet on Main Street. We jumped back on the bikes to reach a tent site in Miller, S.D., a few hours later. The next morning at dawn, we were awaked to Custer happily pouncing on each of us inside the tent. On the road heading home; Custer played with toys inside his crate or he was a site going through towns with his head popped out the top of his crate watching John on his Harley. We made it home safely; Custer adjusted quickly & became a true character in our family.
Now at 2 years old, our smart little dog is performing over 35 tricks at birthday parties & local events. A few of his best tricks are catching a frisbee in the air & returning it by hooking it on your foot, get a root-beer out of a cooler, walk thru legs, jump trough hoops or on your back & much more. As you can see - his expression says it all; he is a happy rescued dog & a true love for all of us!
The picture is one of my 140 lb rottie, and my female rottie, she's about 70 year old. Dec 12, 2008 we had to put our female rottie down due to cancer. The smaller one in the pic is her replacement, we got her from the rottie rescue. The male we adopted from the shelter 6 yrs ago. I don't know what kind of life they had before, or why someone would just toss them away but I do know they both have a home at last. Chance, the male, is so passive it's not funny! My granddaughter did tummy time on him! He always asks if he can get on the couch or bed by placing his head at the end and waiting till you say it's ok before he comes up now. How many rotties you know do this? Trying to keep bones and toys on hand is not an easy thing with 2 rotties and a german short hair, but they have them all the time. Our female rottie, Stormy, is learning so much from Chance; she knows how to tip the water bowl over when they need more, open doors(which is not a good thing), and she's learning all sorts of naughty things from the short hair (too many to mention). She was the wildest one at the rescue, and she's the one I picked! They love to run in the fenced in back yard and play and they all wait at the back door for feet to be cleaned. I wouldn't have them any other way, they are my extended family and home at last!
Ray came to me in a very unexpected way.
I was working for a furniture store in Atlanta, GA and one day my manager came in with a story. She was walking in a park downtown and passed a group of kids tormenting something in the bushes - throwing rocks and poking it with sticks. She went over to investigate and found they were teasing a cat. He was laying there, really skinny, not moving on the verge of death. She scolded the kids, picked up the kitten and brought him home. Three weeks later after lots of food and playtime he came back to life. He was the cat that wouldn't give up...
She brought him into the store, and said you have to see this beautiful kitten. He is a Siamese short hair mix, with a beautiful jet black coat! I went to the back room, sat down and opened the carrier door. Out sauntered this confident little kitty, meowed hello, and sat on my lap. I was done...from the instant I saw him I was in love. I named him Ray after Ray Charles as I lived in Georgia at the time and love Jazz music.
Ray is now four and has made the move back home to the Northeast. He continues to be a very outgoing and chatty kitty. The more people over to entertain him and climb on the better!
He now has a little friend, Casey who I adopted from a shelter in Connecticut last summer. They are best friends and often chase each other at playtime and snuggle together at nap time (which is all the time!)