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I had been looking for a new kitty after losing my beloved "Murphy" to cancer last year. Murphy was a foundling that lived to be 18 years old and was very much missed. I found "Joey" - believed to be a Himalayin/Rag Doll mix - through Pet Finders. When I first saw him, he was in a back corner of a small room with many other cats who also needed homes. He was ill with horrible ear mites, a urinary tract and upper respiratory infection and didn't seem to care much what I did with him. After a lot of love and care, he is now completely well and full of mischief. He brings my husband and I continual joy. I not only was able to get this little animal back to health, but I now have another wonderful "life time" friend. He follows me everywhere.
My husband and I were each adopted by an "unconventionally rescued" pet -- rescued not from shelters, but from less-than-ideal living situations.
I fell madly in love with Zipper, a 5-year-old, 16-lb standard Yorkie, when he was the "resident pet" in an Assisted Living Facility where I worked in 2002. A history of improper care led to a life-threatening illness, resulting in Zip's "retiring" and becoming my full-time "child." I've had many pets, but Zippy is my first dog -- and our bond is unlike any other I have ever experienced. We had another recent scare -- diabetes leading to a stroke. He's recovering nicely now, and his strength and bravery throughout have been an inspiration. Each day is a gift.
In 2003, were given a 5-lb, 2-year-old Yorkie by a family who runs a reputable, licensed in-home breeding operation. Their favorite -- "Powder-Puff" (or "Puffer" as we now call her) -- was a terrible breeder and aggressive toward their other females. Tearfully, they gave her up for the good of the others. She went from the arms of her big, bearded, bear-like "Daddy" straight into the heart of her new big, furry "Poppa-bear", and has lived there ever since! (She's still a bit of a terror, but big brother Zipper is so easy-going that it's rarely a problem.)
Our "family" may be unconventional, but we seem to belong together -- and that's what counts!
This is Roxy. I met her when she was jumping up outside to see in a window at my vet's office in Webster, SD. She had been a stray in town for a long time and was scheduled to be put to sleep that weekend. I took her home instead. It didn't take long to discover that she was cut out for more. After moving to Wisconsin I was put in contact with a lady who did training for therapy dog teams. Roxy and I went to training and became a certified therapy dog team. As a school psychologist and counselor, I was able to bring Roxy to school with me for the past three and a half years. We help students practice reading, work with social skills, comfort students and just provide a happy face. Now, people forget my name but they always know Roxy's!
When my children were small, they asked me to go to the shelter to look at the dogs. Next thing I knew, we were coming home with Oscar (front). We were already his third home and he was only 8 months old. He has been a part of our family for almost 11 years now and we couldn't love him more. When it was time for my boyfriend to look for a dog we returned to the same shelter and adopted Cam (in rear, seen comforting Oscar who was sad because I was about to leave on a brief vacation without him). Cam was abandoned and wound up in a kill shelter.....and was then transported to the shelter where we found him. He is sweet and loyal. He loves everybody and everybody loves him. I am grateful to have found both of my boys.
We first noticed June Bug in the spring of 2004. We were getting ready to build our home on some acreage we had owned for 8 years and we would see her sitting on a rock watching us every day. One day I decided to "talk" to her. Once the "here kitty" was said, June Bug came running down the hill meowing with every step (photo above). Someone had dumped her and she had been surviving on the land by eating bugs and mice. We named her "June Bug Many Toes". Who could not love a personality like that? She found her forever home and we promised her she would never be hungry or lonely again. She is still a talker and slaps us on the back of the legs with her six-toed big paws if her bowl gets down below the rim.
Eight years ago my husband & I moved onto our dream property, 3 acres of land with a huge garage and a good sized home.
The first few years we had a really big vegetable garden, we weeded and picked and canned......for the next couple of years we spent a lot of time putting in new fencing an maintaining the grounds.
Last year we became involved with a local rescue group: Animal Friends Rescue Project located in Pacific Grove. We finally found the best use for all that yard space! We took in our first foster pup, a beautiful 1.5 year old lab named Lady. she wasn't with us for 3 weeks before finding a forever home with a local dog lover.
Since September we have had 4 other foster babies, one named Sasha that stole my hubby's heart and became our own.
I have met so many great people during the events that I have attended with our rescue group, and can't even imagine my life without barking dogs greeting me when I come home from work each day. The unconditional love from these little guys is unmatched.
I wish there weren't so many animals in shelters and living in poor conditions, and am proud that I can be at least the tiniest bit helpful in finding loving homes for just a few.
Three years ago I was on my way to my new job and there was Little One on the side of the highway. Someone had dumped this little puppy to fend for itself out in the country. I stopped and she just jumped into my SUV like she already belonged to me. She has been such a little bundle of joy and energy. She makes me smile everyday as she is such a little clown.
I was having lunch at a fast food restaurant in Oceanside, CA when I heard a crying sound. I looked around and there outside the door was a little black kitten! I picked her up and looked around for other kittens and did not find any. I took her home, named her Angel, and she has been my little Angel from heaven ever since. She joined my other 2 rescue cats and rescue dog at their forever home.
I found Waverly in New Waverly, Texas at an evening antique auction in a warehouse near railroad tracks. She was appx. 3 months old and bloated with worms and very hungry. There were alot of refinishing chemicals around. I was worried for her safety with trains and poisons. She was begging for attention and wanting someone to pet her. After the auction, my boyfriend and I hated to leave the pup. The auctioneer said he would find a home for her. When we arrived home after midnight, we called the auction house. No one took her home so we we drove back to New Waverly (1 hour away) at 1 AM to bring her home. She has been the greatest protector and companion anyone could ask for. She even saved me from a potential bad guy on biking trails! Instead of me being her angel, she has been mine for the last 14 years and counting.
Smooches was found on a cold winter day wandering around the parking lot of a local shopping center. It seems that someone had dumped his cage in an attempt to get rid of him. It was cold and he had no shelter. He was very friendly to people and the employees of the nearby Petco took him in. My husband and I adopted him and fell in love. He was very sociable to us and grew quickly to his full length of 19 inches from nose to tail! We spoiled him with all sorts of goodies and toys and he soon became a member of our little family. He gave great ratty kisses and had daily playtimes with us. Unfortunately, our Smooches passed away last year due to a combination of age and skin and health ailments. But he was spoiled and happy until the end and we are so glad we had the opportunity to make his little life a good one.