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Dewie was, presumably, a puppy mill dog sold to a local pet store. He was not of the quality one might expect of a purebred Westie. He ended up being brought in to a local shelter by an owner who couldn't care for him anymore. He had severe allergies, had chewed all his hair off, and was covered with raw, oozing sores. The owner could not bring herself to euthanize him. The shelter brought him to their vet. A tech there decided to foster Dewie and had pharmaceutical sales reps donate food and medicine. After 2 months, Dewie was over his infections and ready to be adopted.
That was 7 years ago. Today, Dewie lives with 2 other dogs and 5 cats. He is kind, gentle and loving to other animals, children, and all the people he meets. Dewie works as a special "volunteer" at an Alzheimer's center, where I work. He has definitely brought much love and joy into many, many lives since that day at the shelter in 2002.
Tomcat was left behind when his owners moved. He fought hard to find food and survive on the streets but a West Virginia blizzard trapped him beneath a cardboard box for 4 days. Weak and ill when I found him, he fought harder to survive hypothermia and pneumonia. He moved with me to Georgia and is my loving, gentle boy, reminding me every day that life is wonderful by giving me more joy and companionship than I could ever imagine.
Last December, our Australian Cattle Dog Roxy was diagnosed with pancreatitis. She required overnight care at the vet's office for a few days. Tommy Pickles, a tiny orange tabby cat, was abandoned at the vet's office in a cardboard box. He and his litter mates were looking for forever homes. While I was visiting Roxy, I fell in love with this little runt. After careful deliberation, I adopted my first kitten. Two weeks later, Roxy was diagnosed with cancer and we had to put her down. It was one of the hardest moments of my life, but I have no doubt that Roxy brought Tommy and me together so he could help our family though that difficult time. Indeed, he proved fantastic comic relief and he is the sweetest little boy. This is Tommy's first picture, and Roxy's last, and one that will always be cherished.
We adopted Mojo in September from a Yorkie rescue. He had been in 4 homes over 3 years and then on the streets before he came to us, and he was starving for his forever home where he could be loved and taken care of. Now, Mojo is a happy, playful and loyal dog. His favorite things are walks around the neighborhood, running like a madman in our big backyard, and cuddling on the couch with his family. We thank God for our little Mojo!
This past summer (2008) a beautiful feral mother cat wandered up to the house bringing her tiny feral kittens with her. Once she saw that I was taking care of them she wandered off one night never to be seen again, which was a sad day for me. With the help of a local feline group, I got the little ones spayed and neutered. Even though they only allow me to pet them at certain moments, they love me and I love them. They make me smile everytime I go out to feed them. I cry "Where are my babies?" and they come running from wherever they have decided to play that day. Feral cats are just as important as non-feral...the proof is in the picture.
Miles, our shepherd mix, joined me on my run one cold morning about eight years ago. He had no collar or tags, and needed a home so much that he followed me for nearly 10 miles! How could I not reward such determination? I gave him some dry cat food and water. I checked around the neighborhood and read all the lost-dog notices, but I was already hooked. To my relief no one claimed him, and he became my daily running buddy. About six months later Miles and I were on our morning run. He suddenly stopped by a patch of woods, ears in the alert position. In a moment I heard what he had first noticed: the meowing of a kitten. The little cat was up a small pine tree, but he came down and, fearlessly, approached me and my 70-pound escort. Miles, no great friend of cats, seemed fascinated. Later that morning I brought the kitten some food and water, and came back the next day with a cat carrier. We adopted Tigger, and he and Miles became best buddies, often hanging out together on our back porch.
When we moved into a rental house in the rural TN mountains, I found a small (15 lbs) but loveable dog that had been abused and left behind. I named him Buddy and put food out for him. I already had a large dog and tried to find the new one a home. After a few weeks and no luck, it got cold and I brought him on the porch and made him a house. I was outside about a week later and was attacked by 2 very large mountain goats. I am a very small woman. Buddy ran around the goats biting at them until I could get away and then ran to the door where we both went inside. After that, we named him Brutis. Now he lives with us in the house and I can't imagine life without him! My other dog fell in love with him too! Now both dogs play together like puppies and Brutis is very happy and healthy. Brutis was my savior and he will always be a part of our family!
Lacey (oldest) was rescued from a back yard breeder at 6 weeks...she grew into a show perfect little mini doxie. Sadie was rescued from a shelter where she had been placed by a family that purchased her as a play toy for their 5 children and then decided she was too rowdy for the kids. The two have completely different personalities, but both are my precious babies.
Six years ago my husband's son found this little 6 month old puppy on the side of a busy highway just wandering around. He couldn't keep her, so I took her in despite my 3 cats who didn't like having a dog around. Within a month, she made her home with us and them...and became a cat at heart herself. She is the happiest dog I've ever been around. She wins the heart of everyone she meets. The saying around my house is "Everybody loves the Mooch".I can't imagine my life without my her.
We found BJ on PetFinders. A couple dropped him at the SPCA - underweight, with no hair on his ears or tail. They neglected to mention he was blind. His picture haunted me for days. I knew I had to bring him home. He's now a healthy toy poodle. People who first meet him don't even realize he's blind.