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I had been feeding a pretty orange feral cat for about six months, he wouldn't come in the house, so I fixed him up a nice sheltered spot in the garage, where he could come and go. Later that summer Orange Kitty, as I called him, came walking up to my house with a black, tiny, furry ball, it was a kitten, barely six weeks old. I scooped him up and fed him and took him to the vet where he was treated for ear mites that were so severe they left his ears scarred. I have had him for over seven years now and he is such a sweet kitty. He sleeps with me curled up in my arm. He didn't grow to be very big, so I named him Baby. I think Orange Kitty brought him to me because he knew I would take very good care of him, because after he brought me the kitten, I never saw him again.
Kovu only joined the family later in his life. Up until that point he was part of a family who did not care for him properly. He arrived looking very thin, and his coat was not in good condition. He was very scared of us, and spent the majority of his time with his tail between his legs...He was also abused as he hates water! This is very unusual for Alaskan Malumutes!! The 2 other Alaskan Malumutes that we do have [Shanzi & Rushka can never get to the pool FAST enough!] ;-)
Kovu is now comfortable and as you can see by the photo... he is absolutely gorgeous, healthy and HAPPY! I took this photo just after giving him a kiss on his snout and wrapping my arms around his neck for a gentle but loving hug. He is my absolute pleasure! I recall the day that Kovu decided to make friends... I was seated on the couch and he was looking at me... came closer, and then paw by paw he eventually landed on top of my lap - it was and has been love since then!
I was volunteering at my local animal shelter when a foster family brought back a mother cat and her kittens. I noticed one of the kittens, named "YardStick", had three feet. My heart immediately went out to him because I knew his chance of finding a home was slim. I talked with my family that night and the next day we adopted him! YardStick has now been a part of our family for about 8 years, and he is the best cat we could ever ask for with his loving and comic nature!
One day, me and my dad were at church, and we were walking in the door. We heard a meow, so we stopped, trying to figure out where it was coming from.
There was a yellow mail truck in the parking lot, and all of the sudden, a blue-gray cat jumped down from it's tire, so skinny, and so fagile-looking, it came up to us. We started petting the cat after a few seconds, and then we had to go into church. After the sermon, the cat was waiting at the door. We went back in and got a coffee-creamer. The cat lapped the creamer up like it was water in a desert. It just so happened that my grandmother had some dog food in the back of her car. It wasn't cat food, sure, but it was something. We went and got a coffee-cup full of water. The cat gulped the dog food down in a few bites, and drank some of the water. Once we got ready to leave, I called the cat over to our truck. It happily came over to me, and I picked her up, and we rode home.
Misskitty, as we named her, was happy, and then she had two litters of kittens, and then her kittens had kittens, so the list of names grew to 10.
All the kitties are living happily ever after.
Six months losing my beloved maltese, we decided that our golden retriever was lonely and decided to adopt a rescue dog. We took our then 4 year old daughter, Madison, to the shelter and started looking at the puppies. She made a beeline for a cage 1/2 way down the row. Madison fell in love with the 5 lb, 9 week old, shelty mix who inhabited the cage. Not wanting another big dog, the volunteers told me not to worry. The puppy's mom was a shelty, so the puppy wouln't get more than 25 lbs...MAX! We adopted her and named her Lily. Lily is now 3 1/2 and a whopping 60 lbs.....who knew she was mixed with Clifford the big red dog! Just like Clifford, the little girl who owns her loves Lily so much she grew and grew and grew. She is one of a kind and she is all ours.
Here is my baby girl Tasha Amber. She was owned by Rachael for 5 years. She was a Service Dog to Rachael as she has mild Cerebral Palsy as a disability and is not deaf. She came from Dogs For the Deaf (DFD) to Rachael in July 25, 2003. DFD works with people with disabilities and Tasha was ready and eagerly awaiting to go to a new owner. Tasha was the perfect match for Rachael. Rachael also has depression and anxiety and helped her around the house alot and she went with her to public places when needed. She stayed by Rachael's side all the time until she was needed for something. She was 5 years old and her birthday is December 15th, 2002. She is a flat coated black Retriever & part Aussie mix.
Way to go Tasha!!! Momma wishes you all the best in life and a whole lot more. Mommy is also very proud of her little girl and all she did for mommy. Tasha is now retired and living a regular normal 'doggie life' on a ranch somewhere in Oregon. Rachael cannot see or hear about Tasha anymore as she is with new owners. (DFD Laws & Regulations.)
I miss you sooo very much my sweet baby girl. My heart is just breaking inside and I love and care and miss you a great deal! I loved you with all my heart & soul. It really is killing me inside to know that I can NEVER get you back in my life. If there was a way that I could get you back, you know I certainly would!
Many hugs to you sweetie!
Bentley has been my guardian angel dog for the past 10 years. He has saved my life more times than I can count, and the paramedics have told me I would not be alive today without him. He has never been trained as a service dog, but has made himself one. We rescued him as a puppy, and he has been paying me back ever since.
My girfriend's children witnessed a bag being thrown from a car. The bag was moving, and they went to investigate. Inside was a 3 week old kitten. Sue could not keep the kitten, and she called me. I took the little guy in, and the name Oscar ,seemed like a perfect fit. I took Oscar to my vet- who gave him the once over and started the kitten shots.
6 months later, I took " Osc" to get neutered. The vet took a look and said "No can do- Oscar is a little girl." Stupidly, I said "How did that happen?" When Osc was only 3 weeks old, the sex was almost impossible to tell- the little kitten only weighed 4 ounces. Needless to say- Oscar got spayed, and she is still with me- 13 years old, and cuddles with me every night. My life is so enriched from the cats who have adopted me.
My story is about a 4 month old Westie named Whalen. He was born in a puppy mill and was purchased by a man who abandoned him. The local Westie rescue chapter was notified and the puppy was turned over to them. I had just turned in my application to adopt a puppy and, as fate would have it, Whalen and I were matched up. He is a healthy 2 year old now who just graduated from "basic training". His brother, Piper, was adopted by another family. Piper was very ill in the beginning but is doing very well today. We participate in the local Westie Walk fund raiser twice a year and the two boys get to see and play with each other.
I became the proud owner of a dog in late January of 09. I found her through petfinders.com, she was with the Almost Home Dog Rescue organization. I saw her picture and fell in love. When I met her for the first time, she seemed so big compared to the Border Terriers that I had as my previous pet but not too big for me or my home and yard. Because there was another interested party, I was so anxious about whether or not I'd actully get Dolly but in the end the foster Mom picked me basically because my home fit Dolly's needs the best. Dolly has become my sidekick and has integrated into our family as if she was meant to be here! I love her so much. She's a sweetheart with enough spunk to protect me and to have a great time with too! This is my first experience with a rescue dog and I am so happy with how things turned out that I will never get a dog from any other source. What a wonderful way to acquire a loving pet and save one from the many horrific things that can happen to a dog who was living on the streets!
Her name, Dolly, was given to her by someone from the SPCA but it fit her so well, we decided to keep it. Hello Dolly!
A Happy Pet Owner