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I found Lefty living in a garden in Jerusalem and surviving off scraps. Of all the strays on the streets of Israel, he was the friendliest and had the most magnetic personality. He had only one eye so I knew no one would take him in. When it came time to come home, I just couldn't leave him behind. Thanks to British Air and my brother, Lefty is living the most pampered condo life in Tampa, Florida.
I could see he had had a rough life, he had one eye, one ear and half a tail. He was dumpster diving at a restaurant when I met him, but he had a few cute kitten tricks so I took him home. Soon he became the master and now "he calls for his pipe and he calls for his bowl and he calls for his fiddlers three". All in all a very happy ending.
After losing my Yorkie, Suki, at age 9 to kidney disease, I decided to adopt a Yorkie. When I saw Benji and Chloe's pictures on Petfinder I knew I had to have them. They had to go together as they are brother and sister. To have put them to sleep would have been cruel. They are the most loving and adoring sweethearts and I wouldn't part with them for anything. They are the loves of my life.
I was a week away from going on vacation in Africa when I saw Smokey at a broken down motel tied to a lamp post in the TX August sun. The man who'd been keeping him agreed to give him to me because he couldn't have Smokey in his room.
Now, 14 years later, he goes with me when I table for my organization, The Queenie Foundation, and brings people over because he loves working the crowd. He's a dog with a job and lots of love.
About 7 years ago at Christmas time we had to say goodbye to our beloved cat of 15 years, due to illness. Three days later when we were visiting my mother-in-law for the holiday, my daughter was sitting outside when four kittens came up to her and sat in her lap. Someone had dropped them off hoping someone else would care for them. They were about eight weeks old. At first my husband did not want to take one, but after seeing how much our daughter and I really wanted to, he relented. We picked out the smallest one of the bunch and I named her Little Bit. Luckily, the other three were taken by a neighbor's daughter. Little Bit rode six hours to reach her new home. She is the most "people friendly" cat that I have ever had. She loves boxes, baskets and snuggling. She always greets us when we come home from work. I am so thankful for her everyday!
My father died of pancreatic cancer on Thanksgiving night. Our family was celebrating life and our many blessings one miniute and grieving the next. Before his death, my three children asked for a puppy for months. My ten-year old daughter who was closest to her grandfather had spoke to him many times about giving a homeless puppy a home. They spoke about the responsibility, fun, joy, and love of an animal and about name and breeds as if they were going to adopt or buy a puppy. This small imaginary dog was named Miss Daisy and was a Haveenese/Poodle mix. When my mother was diagnosed with NonHopkins Lymphoma only three weeks after my father's death, we were devastated and in emotional turmoil. Later that week, we received a call from an animal shelter for my father. They had a black and white Havennese mix who was about four months old. She had been hit by a car and brought into the shelter by an elderly man who could not afford the medical bill and would not be able to properly care for an energetic puppy. The reason for the call was my father had placed a request for a phone call of any dog that may have Havennese or Poodle blood under the age of five. I couldn't say no after hearing the story behind the phone call. So that day my mother, husband and I drove to the shelter to meet the already-named puppy whom we knew would be a new addition to our family. We picked up the kids at school and began a new life with our puppy. Daisy has been an important part of my emotional support since her adoption. After my mother passed away, we adopted a second puppy from the shelter. I love Daisy!
My mom and I were wanting for a second dog for a really long time, but my dad didn't want us to get one. So my mom and I waited to see if he would change his mind, but sadly nothing was changing. My older brother (half-brother) had gotten this dog, Rico, to keep him company right after his dad had died. Rico still being a puppy, would chew everything, so my brother had to take him with him everywhere. Rico became very hard to take care of so my brother asked my mom and I if we wanted him. We knew my dad didn't want another dog but we couldn't let this mischievous puppy get put in the pound. My dad wasn't too happy when we brought Rico home, but after a while he grew to love him as much as my mom and I. Our other dog loved having him around and she lost a lot of weight playing with him. I love him with all my heart and I'm so glad we didn't have to get rid of him. I'm always playing with him and giving him attention. I think bringing him home was the best thing for our entire family.
Marly came to the Humane Society of Pasco after being rescued from Animal Control in Orlando. An angel there knew she was special and drove her 2 hours to us, knowing we could find her a good home. Cami was looking for a playmate for her Llasa Apso "Mason" and Marly was the perfect choice. Marly now has a wonderful home with Cami and Mason and spends her days playing in the yard and getting lots of love as a family pet. Lucky girl!
When Scruffy's Mom got sick and couldn't feed her babies Rock helped me raise the four kittens. The vet couldn't believe how Rock (then only 11 months old)stood with his head on the examination table licking each one as they got their examination and shots. Once we got them home he continued to clean and stimulate them until they were out of danger.He would lay surrounding the kittens as I bottle fed and medicated them always ready to comfort them and never trying to steal their food even though it was very tasty. When they started to get around he shared his food with them and played with them outside keeping them all in sight.Scruffy weighed only 7 ounces when the others weighed a pound but Rock wouldn't let her die. We kept her of course and Scruffy is now healthy and joined at the hip with her BIG brother!
When I first met Ramsey at the shelter, he was very thin with hair loss and ill. He wasn't much to look at but I knew he was the boy for me. With good vet care and lots of love, Ramsey is now happy and healthy. He visits several nursing homes and when the residents see him they start smiling and wanting to give him hugs. Ramsey is a clown which makes them smile even more. Ramsey is friendly and loves everyone he meets. He is really a joy to me.