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Delta was brought to me where I work. He had been caught out in the grape orchards of California. When he was found he looked like he might be 6-8 weeks old. I decided to keep him (already had 2 rescue cats). Brought him home and for the first few days he was really loveable. Took him to vet and found out he was actually 6 months old by his teeth. Delta has now grown into a very beautiful cat. We have had him for almost 4 years now. He's only loveable when he wants it and still very ferrel, but wouldn't trade him for anything now. He is very much loved.
"Do you have any snacks?" Oh, by the way my name is Roxy. I'm one of those new high mileage hybrids that every dealer is pushing, part Pug and part Jack Russell, better known as a Pug Russell. My daddy rescued me from doggie death row when he adopted me July 19, 2006 (the day we celebrate my anniversary every year). I seem to have collected a handful of nicknames over the last couple of years. Most people who first meet me, call me "Snaggle Tooth" since I have one tooth that sticks out, we've talked about braces, but it's agreed, it makes me cute. Other names included "The Cleaner" and "Hoover" since I'm very diligent about cleaning the kitchen floor and any dirty dishes that I can get my tongue on. I like my furry family, even if they don't know it but I'm the Queen to three canine brothers and a feline brother. It takes a strong women to keep all those men in line, but I'm up to the challenge.
After my last cat passed away, Teddy, an Australian Shepherd, started acting out. He had never been the only pet in the house and was very lonely when left alone during the day. We went to a pet adoption day to find another cat. Teddy found Elizabeth and fell in love with her right away. Elizabeth came home to live with us a week later. That was almost 8 years ago and they have been best friends ever since. I tell all my friends that if I could teach Teddy to clean her litter box and feed her, Elizabeth would be very happy if it was just the two of them. Teddy was diagnosed with cancer a few years ago and had to spend a couple of days at the vet's office for surgery and after care. Elizabeth was beside herself while he was gone. She stuck very close to him when he came home and wouldn't let him out of her sight for more than a minute or two. She still cries at the door when Teddy goes out for his walks. It was definitely a match that was meant to be.
Clyde was 5 when he was abandoned by a puppy mill owner who had no more use for him. Luckily, The Yorkie Rescue Group picked him up from a shelter, and we were ablet to adopt him. It was touch-and-go for a while but, with lot's of love and patience, he gradually overcame his fear of men and settled into a normal life with me, my husband and our other dog, a silky terrier named K.C. After only seven weeks, he passed all the challenges of his obedience classes with flying colors and was awarded an AKC Canine Good Citizen Certificate. This once-discarded little guy now has a permanent and loving forever family!
Leo was the little beast of the pound. His jaw looked like a wolf's when he barked insanely at us. But destiny made us decide to take him for a walk at the pound where he bit the worker's hand to the point of bleeding, yet he cuddled up to us as if begging us to take him away from that place. We gave him a try and he brought love and joy to our life for over 6 years. He passed away on Christmas Day and is sorely missed and always in our hearts.
I had just lost my cat to heart failure and was phoning local shelters. I had a specific cat in mind: a male tiger tabby kitten. A shelter had such a young fellow so I went to see him. He was looking up at me with a cross-eyed pansy face and a second later he was reaching out for me through his cage. It was a done deal and I took him home. He ran about in a frenzy for about three hours, as he was so glad to be out of cage and have room to play. I named him "Quixote" as a sign of optimism. That was 15 years ago. We are still together, and he is still alert and playful.He has been by my side through bouts of depression, heart surgeries We have moved many times, but home is aways with each other.I continue to enjoy and cherish each day with him
My Daughter was walking down the sidewalk by where she lived and a little white kitten was following her. She picked it up and took it back to the house it appeared to belong to. She noticed a lot of other little white kittens. It fit in the palm of her hand, they were apparently very new borns. She knocked on the door and a lady came out and my daughter told her the kitten kept following her she had picked it up and brought it back 4 times and it kept following her down the sidewalk. The lady responded by saying, "YOU CAN TAKE IT HOME WITH YOU , WE ARE JUST GOING TO DROWN THEM ALL ,WE DO NOT WANT THEM"!! My daughter could tell that this lady was serious. She took the little white kitten and came home to call the SPCA to resuce the other kittens. The SPCA did rescue them all. I now have that little white kitten and his name is "ANGEL" as I feel he was trying to tell my daughter to help them all. He is a hero in a way. All of the other kittens found nice homes too, thanks to my daughter and the SPCA.
Play was the first feral cat I had ever met. She wouldn't get close to any one but, one night I opened the door to stop her from chasing a squirrel and she just looked at me and then walked over and rubbed against me. I had met my new bestfriend that night. Play was hit by a car six months later and only one week before she was to go to her new home. The inspiration and knowledge that she gave to me changed my life forever and lead me to rescue over fifty feral and abandoned cats and to open an animal rights group advising others about how to help cats like Play and other animals.
I adopted Bootsy from the Humane Society of Silicon Valley (San Jose, CA) on 1/2/09. At first he was very nervous and shy, but now he's brave and inquisitive. There are so many little souls like him in the world, both animal and human. I wish it were possible to love and nurture each of them -- they would blossom like wildflowers in the spring.
Approximately 10 yrs. ago we rescued Pooji Jude from a puppy mill. She was only 8wks old & had "precious" written all over her face. We found after taking her to our vet for what we thought was a sore on her leg that she had a fungal infection which had entered her bloodstream. It took a number of weeks and injections, but she survived. Two years later I suffered a severe viral infection which made me bedridden for 18mos. during which time Pooji only left my side for calls of nature. She was a "super nurse" and companion during those dark days. Today, we've grown old together and I give thanks for our little gift from heaven.