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During a bitter divorce my ex-husband decided to keep our two dogs since he was keeping the house. After two months I received a phone call from the humane society that they wanted permission to euthanize a dog since he wasn't adapting very well. Frantically I went down there to get my dogs back only to find out that my dear companion Harley was already euthanized and they only had Raider. Thankfully I received that one phone call that unfortunately was too late for Harley but gave Raider a second chance.
Lucky and Osco both found us, rather than us finding them. Osco, or "Ozzie", is what we believe is a Cocker Spaniel mix that we stumbled upon while shopping for a gift for a neighbor. He was wandering in and out of the neighborhood Jewel-Osco (hence the name) when we arrived. We took him home "until we found the owner" and posted Lost Dog notices everywhere. That was 8 years ago, and he's been a wonderful addition to our family. He is such a well behaved dog, and he is a certified therapy dog. He goes to hospitals and offers the children a fun approach to their physical therapy.
Lucky is a Beagle/Rat Terrier mix that we adopted from a shelter in August of '08. She was 7 months old at the time and had been adopted and returned twice already due to behavior issues. She had the sweetest face and looked so sad in her kennel, we couldn't pass her up. With a little hard work (and patience) she has become one of the best dogs I have ever had. She's sweet, loving, and playful, and she loves to cuddle.
Both of these dogs have been unexpected blessings to our home, and I couldn't imagine life without either one of them.
I got Clover when she was only 3.5 weeks old after her mother got hit by a car. The woman who owned her was 82 years old and could not bottle feed 4 puppies so I rescued one puppy and called her Clover. Mainly because I felt so lucky to find her. She has been my pride, my joy and my lifeline when I split with my ex. She always loves me and when i am feeling down, always hugs me and snuggles with me until I feel better (which is usually pretty fast when she is around!!) My life has been truly blessed with Clover in my life.
My dad found an abandoned baby ground squirrel one day and brought him home to take care of. I was so excited to have a pet this unique. His eyes hadn't opened yet and he seemed so fragile. We went to the pet store and bought a bottle and animal milk to feed him. We named him Pettie Mequitie. We kept him in a tank with rodent bedding inside. A week went by and his eyes opened for the first time. We were so happy and thought for sure he would grow up with us. We got very attached with him the week and a half we had him. Sadly he died, and I was so upset that I cried and cried. I don't have my dear little pet but I have his pictures that remind me of how great having him was. I learned you don't really know how much you love something until you lose it. Pettie will always be in my memories and in my heart.
Almost 11 years ago we rescued a 3 year old Lab/Shepard mix from a no-kill shelter in Washington State. He was brought to the shelter because his previous owner's son had been involved in a life-threatening accident and they could no longer care for the dog. Their horrible misfortune was our wonderful gain. Zorro is the best thing that has come into our lives. He loves to sit in our front yard and play "King of the Cul-de-sac". He's smart, playful, talkative and we wouldn't know what to do without him.
I rescued "Gus" from the Center for Animal Care and Control in Harlem, NY. He was a tiny 6 week-old with enormous ears. Well, he grew into those ears and is now a 6 year old 17 lb monster! He is very dog-like and filled with tons of both mischievous and affectionate energy. He is my best buddy and I wouldn't trade him for any mild mannered cat (or dog) in the world.
Joey traveled nearly half way around the world at just four months old to become part of our small family on the Big Island of Hawaii. Joey is his pet name, given to him by his breeder in Sydney, Australia before we met him there. As she tells it, Joey needed "a little extra love and care when he was newborn so I carried him in my pocket those first few days. The name Joey was a natural...instead of a 'roo in the pouch, I had a puppy in my pocket." Joey is a beautiful 5-year-old now...still small for a male at 65 pounds. A rascal, a love, an angel in a fur coat!
Hilda was one of a kind. Because our local pound only has large dogs, and I wanted a small one, we searched the Internet for our little Hilda, who was at Second Chance Rescue in Oakland, Calif. Hilda had been found abandoned in a van on the streets of Oakland with another dog, a couple of cats and a dead rabbit. The rescuers said when they pulled her out, she smelled like death. Because of her advanced age (our vet said she was probably 15 or 16 years old), we didn't want her to be flown, and because it was winter and crossing the Sierra Nevadas is a daunting trip even in good weather, we waited until the brother of a friend could bring her to Idaho. The rescue people met him in Sacramento to drop off our little Hilda, and she rode here in the lap of his friend, Elaine. Four months after she arrived, we discovered Hilda had aggressive, very advanced melanoma. Four vets told us she had four to six weeks to live. She fooled us all by staying for 10 months. We didn't have our little Hilda long, but she always will live in our hearts. She was quite a dog! Our eternal thanks to Second Chance Rescue for giving her a chance so that we could have her in our lives--even for a little while.
Alex was living in a 6 foot round pen with no protection from the rain and cold when I took him in. After treatments for Parvo and Heartworms, he is strong and healthy with a heart of gold.
We already had two indoor cats and one outside cat that were all adopted either through the local shelter or they just came to us, so I didn't want another cat, especially inside the house. "Jesse" came to our door and was shivering cold, he was cute, with his one blue and one green eye. I told my friend to take him to the shelter, which he did, but then went back and got him and sneaked him into the front bedroom! After I found out, I still wanted him gone, but somewhere along the line I fell in love with him and now I can't imagine life without him!