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Cookie and Candy came to me in the summer of 2005 from an old lady who was going into a Old Peoples home. She couldn't take them with and heart breakingly had to give them up. Cookie and Candy were going to the Dog shelter but her son asked me if I would be interested in having either of them since I was thinking of having a rescue dog. I said I would have Candy, the collie cross because she was 7, where as Cookie the Yorkie was 9. He asked me to take in Cookie until we could find somewhere for her.They arrived on 14th August (now their official birthday). Candy was lost and just stood wondering what was happening. Cookie was a sorry state. She needed a good haircut and had warts on her body. I took straight to the vet and he said get her cut and that the warts were just though old age. She had to have an operation to get some of the bad ones removed. A couple of weeks later I went on hols. Just to a friends caravan, and they were ok for the dogs to come with me. It's here that I fell in love with Cookie. She's such a little character. I knew then I couldn't part with her, neither split her and Candy up. If I had a couple of years with her then it would be worth it.
Four years later we are all still together and thought its been a struggle sometimes (Cookie was diagnosed Diabetic in Sept 2007 and unfortunatly went blind) I wouldn't change my life for anything. They have put my life on track, given me unconditional love and many many funny moments. Thank You Cookie and Candy. I Love You.
Blackie was deposited at my doorstep along with 3 other feral brothers and sisters.
Seems Her mom knew a soft hearted soul would take care of them.
Well a year passed and Blackie almost a yr to the date decided to have her kittens in my bushes.
some 6 kittens later.
Being feral she had a real distaste for Humans, But i managed to win her over with feeding them all with meats- Iams - fish and water.
When the kittens got to be 6 weeks of age, i found homes for them.
Then came the chore of semi taming Blackie. i allowed her into the house with my 4 other cats, for short periods of time.
And she now comes in when she feels the need- lets me pet her and will be going in next week to be fixed at my local vet.
It would be ever so nice if more people took an interest in what is happening with unfixed animals and sought help to have them Neutered to cut down on the pet population and save these wonderful animals from starvation and death via other means.
5 years ago,after moving to a remote property with acreage, we decided we had room for one more dog to join our dachsie family of 3. After hearing the depressing plight of puppy mill dogs, we were, one day, blessed with the news that a retiring puppy mill mom needing rescue was coming our way. We were told she was one of over 340 dogs rescued from a breeder in Houston. She had spent her whole life, 7 years, in a cage. She had never been in a grassy yard, had a toy or a treat or even a name - just a dismal life producing litter after litter for money. This poor 12 lb dog had had a cattle prod used on her and was so fearful she would jump in the air when touched. Humans had not been kind to her. When she arrived, we saw her beautiful chocolate brown eyes and delicate face and we saw the fear that she had learned after years of abuse. Sadly, her beauty had bought her a life of servitude - she must have produced extraordinary puppies and she paid a price for it. But her head was high and she was starting a new life. The only name that fit her was "Grace" - she is still the most elegant, graceful dog I have ever seen. Gracie inspired us to work in rescue and we have rehomed over 130 dogs in 5 years, sometimes having as many as 19 at one time. Since then we have had several puppy mill moms thru our home. Sadly they never completely recover the effects of the neglect and abuse they suffer.
Beautiful Grace is still with us, older but no less the queen she has always been.
My adoption story began when my mom become a foster parent to two puppies; one male and one female. The two puggle puppies had been dropped off at the animal shelter at 5 weeks of age, each with a 'cherry eye'. The staff thought a backyard breeder did this as they wouldn't expect to make much money off puppies with this condition. The puppies needed to be fostered until they were 8 weeks old and could be put up for a special annual adoption at spcaLA in Long Beach. At that point, they would be spayed and neutered, along with their cherry eyes corrected. I visited my mom's house quite often over those three weeks. We named the little, not even 3 pound female, Peanut. The chubbier, 5 pound male, Pudgie. I already had an older female dog. I knew I never wanted to have a puppy, and most defiitely, not a male. But love can change ones heart. When Pudgie turned 8 weeks old, he was officially adopted by my family; however, he had a place in my heart the first time I laid eyes on him.
P.S. Pudgie's sister, Peanut, was also adopted - by my sister and her family!
Once I retired, I started seriously thinking about adopting an adult or senior dog. When I saw the picture of this forlorn little black Chihuahua in the paper I knew I had found my pet. Oliver was a 7 year old male Chihuahua who had recently lost his right eye to cancer. If ever there was a dog that needed me and a forever home, he was it! The problem was that when I contacted the shelter listed in the paper, I was told that the newspaper had made a printing error. Oliver wasn't in that shelter! Where was my Oliver? I began to search in ernest for "my" dog by calling local shelters. When I had no luck, I turned to the internet and began searching shelters further afield. After a month of frustration and searching, I found my special pet in a shelter almost 50 miles away! It took me no time at all to make applications, provide references and pay the fee necessary to adopt this little dog. Oliver and I have been together for three years now. He is a beloved member of our family and I can't imagine a life without this perfect little guy.
Toby was a stray kitten we found in our alleyway, we thought he might be a neighbors but by the time we found out he wasn't he had us wrapped right around his paw!
Our Sheltie Daisy wasn't as excited as we were about having a kitten in the house, but she was tolerant.
One day after my husband got his orange juice Toby dissapeared...it was for such a short time we hadn't even realized he was gone, but Daisy did! Daisy barked and whined and carried on until my husband followed her, she lead him right to our refrigerator, when he opened the door out hopped Toby! We were so thankful to Daisy for rescuing our dear Toby! Toby was a "double rescue" cat. Toby and Daisy were best freinds from that day on.
When I found Max at our local shelter, he had just been separated from his brother. Since he was already 1 1/2 years old, he was not as likely to be adopted as the younger kittens. The shelter told me that this was his last day. He was to be euthanized the next day. No way was I going to let that happen. What a beautiful cat! I took him home and we had 17 wonderful years together. He finally passed away in his sleep at home from a long bout with cancer. He was my pride and joy and not a day goes by that I don't miss him and thank my lucky stars that he was in my life as long as he was!
In February 2007, my husband, my two-year-old mini dachshund Venice, and I drove from Cape Cod, MA to Ohio to adopt 14-year-old Maggie Mae, who had been given up by her owners when she went blind. When we first adopted her, Maggie was very shy and would shake whenever she went out in public. She soon overcame her fears, and is now a very spunky and happy Cape Cod socialite who loves the attention she gets from her admirers (and everyone she meets becomes one of her admirers!) She now loves sailing, going to the beach, and traveling to New Hampshire and Vermont. She also joins Venice, and me at work every day, along with our third dachshund Marie (also a senior rescue we adopted last October).
I bought Maggie the little string of pearls she's wearing in her photo when we first adopted her, and she gets so excited every time I put them on her that she "talks" and does a little dance because she knows it means she's going someplace fun and exciting. She also recently became a "supermodel", having been chosen to participate in the Canine Couture Fashion Show on Nantucket Island, which raised money for the local MSPCA shelter.
Maggie Mae will celebrate her "Sweet 16" birthday on April 3. She is the perfect "poster girl" for senior/special-needs adoptions!
In August, 2005, my dog of 9 years passed away suddenly. I had another dog who was already a little anxious and decided right away that I wanted to get another dog to be her companion. I do a lot of volunteer work at the local shelter here in Northern California so on my next visit I filled out the adoption application and started looking. That September, after Hurricane Katrina devistated the Gulf Coast area, I followed many news reports, mostly focusing on the helpless animals, and wanted badly to go help but I knew that was not possible. Then I heard that my local shelter was going to be getting ten K-9 Katrina Survivors! They would be fostered out for 90 days to allow for owners to still claim them. I called the director and told him this was a way I could help and wanted to foster one of these dogs! After they arrived, I went and met the dogs and chose my handsome Barkley! He is an English Pointer mix (what I'm told!) and has the most beatiful coat! After 90 days, he was mine and he has been a joy! It took some time for him to come out of his shell but he was grateful from day one! He has become a great companion for my other dog, Roxy, a lab chow mix, not to mention MY best friend! He also gave me the satisfaction of knowing that I helped save at least one life from Katrina!
Daisy (a purebred Cocker Spaniel with a wonderful temperament) was rescued off the streets in Indiana where many homeless dogs live. Hope regularly brings food to the street dogs and spotted Daisy running on the streets and called to her and she jumped right in her car. Hope brought Daisy to Karen, a groomer, because she smelled very bad and when Karen started to groom Daisy, she noticed someone had tied rubberbands around her ears and the ears were filled with maggots. I was called because I rescue, transport and find homes for animals. They needed help with medical treatment for Daisy and I called my vet, Dr. Kim and Daisy was brought to Dr. Kim's immediately. Daisy had to be on antibiotics and all the maggots had to be removed before her ears could be removed. Dr. Kim donated most of her time for this surgery and only charged for the supplies. Daisy pulled through the surgery and was fostered by Karen during her recuperation period. Daisy found a wonderful home with Nancy, a nurse. Daisy's new mom knew Daisy was special and enrolled her in therapy training. Daisy is now a therapy dog and has a wonderful home with Nancy, her mom and her cocker sister.