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After spending a year of depression over losing my dog of 16 years I finally admitted it was time to find a another companion. I chanced upon PAL a rescue site in Apple Valley, Ca. at the time. That was eight years ago. I entered a small room with a tiny window near the ceiling, and there she was, a grey tabby. As soon as I entered the room she flopped over on her side and killed me with a tiny meow. I was had, that was it. I took her home the same day and she has been with me for eight years. They thought she was approx 4 years old when I took her. She had been living on the street and had a litter of kittens when they found her. She had been kept in the small room for 2 years and I said to myself, never again. She will have the freedom she deserves. So now she roams the house and enjoys a 3/4 acre backyard. She immediately took to hunting, always bringing me a "gift" nearly every day. Thus the term "terrorist". Attacking the carpet in the house is a habit I can't break her of even though she has several hundred scratching posts of every configuration imaginable. But that's ok, she owns my heart.
There was a lady in our Burg who fed stray cats. After my dog passed away this little black cat started showing up at my back porch. It took about 3 months before she would stay when I brought out her food. I volunteer at the Spca and registered her(which we found out later) in the Community Cat program. She was spayed, micro chipped and rabies shot. When I brought her back they said to confine her for a few days so she didn't jump or run. I kept her in my laundry room with a litter box, food and water. After those few days she wanted to stay in the house. She still goes out a lot but always meows at the door to come in. The name came after she was neutered because she was feral so her left ear tip is cropped. She has really attached herself to me. She does things my dog used to do so she gave me another someone to LOVE.
Squiggy came to us in May with such severe mange that he had no hair at all! His brother Lenny, sadly, was so sick that he didn't survive. Squiggy spent many weeks in treatment at Animal Care Sanctuary before finally being well enough to be adopted. He is doing wonderful now with his new family and has a huge facebook following. Stories like Squiggy's remind me of why I love working in shelter medicine.
He was curled up in the corner of the cage at Morgan County Animal Control the first time I saw him in June of 2012. He looked very sad as if he knew that he was going to be euthanized in 3 days. I took him home that day. Morgan County said that they had picked him up as a stray a couple of weeks before and estimated him to be about a year old Beagle/German Shepard Mix. This picture was taken the first day I got him.
Barkley never really got along with my other dog so until Aishlin (Chow/Rottweiler Mix) passed away in 2014, they lead 2 separate lives. Barkley has had some anxiety issues but he has turned out to be the best dog. He loves his squeaky toys and has mastered the art of barking and squeaking at the same time. He pretty much runs things around the house and will let me know when he is not happy about something. I am so grateful that I am able to give him the life that he deserves.
I am happy to report that I have finally trapped the neighborhood feral cat! He started coming around my house two months ago and quickly figured out how to use the cat door to come into the kitchen for the dry food that is always left out. I also feed him wet food outside each morning. Needless to say, my cats were not at all happy about this and there has been much growling and hissing. Over the past two months however, they seem to have come to some sort of a truce. Although my cats still chase him out of the house if they see him, they tend to ignore him outside, so I figured it was time to trap him, get him tested for disease, and get him neutered. I have named him Ace. That is not an actual picture of Ace, as I can't get close enough to take a picture and didn't want to traumatize him further by taking one this morning while he was in the trap, but it's a very close resemblance. My hope is to get him tame enough that he'll become part of the family. This may be easier than I think, since he is already coming in to sleep on the couch since the nights are getting colder. Of course, he runs straight to the cat door when he hears my husband or I coming down the hallway, but it's a start!
When our 15 yr old fur baby, Jia, passed away last August, we never thought we would be able to love another kitty as much as we loved her. I'm so glad we were wrong. A year and 1 day after we lost our girl, we found ourselves at the county shelter ready to adopt again. My husband & I knew we wanted to rescue siblings and our new babies (along with their mom & 2 sisters) were just brought back into the shelter the day before after being in foster care. Needless to say, they stole our hearts! Dash is our ginger boy and his dilute calico sister is Dinah. The are VERY energetic and love to play with all of their new toys, chase after each other and snuggle up together at night. We have so much love for them and they are quickly becoming very spoiled in their new home! Although we will always love and miss the fur baby we lost, Dinah and Dash have proved that it's possible to make room in our hearts to love them too!
In 2011 we had a 14 year old German Shepard named Smoky. She was sick and we knew we had to end her pain and confusion. I knew I wouldn't handle that well so we went to the no-kill Redwood Animal Shelter in Salt Lake City. A family of 5 dogs had just been dropped off. Their human was dying of cancer and could no longer care for them. She had written a full page on each dog, their names, birthdays, likes and dislikes. I saw the family and told the attendant I wanted the smallest female. That is Mercy, she was 6 1/2 years old. Today is her 11th birthday and she is is in great health and plays with our Yorkie Pixie. They get along great. When we took Smoky to the vet Mercy was laying right beside Smoky when she crossed the rainbow bridge. It was sad but Mercy helped ease the pain. Today we have Mercy 11 years old and Pixie, 2 years next month.They rule the house and us and we love them to pieces.
About two years ago, a friend of mine told me that he had a cat in need of a home. Kenny (proprietor of Kenny Hill Autowerks in here Austin) has long cared for the feral colony that makes its home in a pile of scrap auto parts out behind his shop, so I figured he'd tamed another feral. But this cat came from a hoarder situation in Dallas where the woman with 50 cats in a small townhouse had passed away in the bathroom with the water running in a sink. When the landlord came to investigate his flooded property, he called animal control -- and Kenny, who was one of the woman's inlaws. The first cat captured was the one who was least afraid of all the water in the place: A Turkish Van who was merrily swimming through the living room. I took him in and called him "Buster" after Buster Crabbe, the Olympic swimmer.
A pet detective friend of mine who knew I liked Norwegians spotted one at East Lake Pet Orphanage, also three hours north of me in Dallas. Ringo had been abandoned in an empty apartment when somebody lost his lease. I promised myself I wouldn't drive to Dallas to look at him, since two large male cats in the same house could spell real trouble. But I looked and fell in love -- and brought Ringo home to Austin, fearing the fur might fly or I might have to rehome him myself if things got really bad.
Little did I know that the two guys would become best friends in the whole world.
It's wonderful to rescue a cat and find a new friend. But it's been really amazing to see two cats find their own BFF's along the way.
This handsome fellow was abandoned on a college campus in Florida in the middle of the summer. He lived in the woods for two months, and he was so skinny and red that, at first, people mistook him for a fox!
Over time, a number of the students and staff began feeding Mat and bringing him water. He would come close enough to take food, but would flinch away when anyone tried to touch him, and flee if anyone tried to get him into a car to get him help.
Finally, a brave student managed to capture Mat, and brought him to the new animal shelter in Doral, FL. He barks and wags his tail when his friends from the university come to visit, and loves to be petted and taken for walks. When he plays outside in the visiting areas, he enjoys meeting new people and especially lady dogs.
Mat is still looking for a forever home, so if you're able to offer him a place in your family, please contact Miami-Dade animal services, and ask about dog #A1810251. Thank you!
Hello! I'm from a small but dedicated rescue group, Cat Rescue Newcastle or CRN in NSW, Australia. Every year we rescue cats from local pounds because we, like you, are passionate and firmly believe that all animals deserve a second chance. This is a story about our latest rescue, Henry, who has a story that will warm the hearts of all who share it.
Henry is a very special rescue and one that will stay with all of us at CRN forever. A local pound put out the call to any available rescue groups to take in this loving boy as he had been living in his cold cage with minimal warmth and love for too long and was due to be put to sleep. Due to the amount of rescues that need to be done in our area, understandably most rescues were full, including ours at the time. That's when one of our beautiful foster carers, Michelle, stood up and said that she had room in her house but needed transport assistance and that's when we came together as a team to save this beautiful boy. Without a second thought I said that I could do the transport so I rang the pound and told them the good news. They informed me that "the stray" had until Friday to be picked up otherwise he would be "destroyed". Not on our watch! I had Henry safe in my car on Friday morning, mere hours before he was to be put to sleep. After arriving at the meeting place for Michelle 30 minutes early,
I decided to let him roam around my car and stretch his legs. The moment I opened his cat carrier, Henry walked up onto my shoulder and gave me the most heartwarming kitty kiss I had ever received since becoming a foster carer. The love and affection he displayed was breathtaking and I just knew in my heart that he knew what had just happened. He was finally rescued and this was his way of saying "thank you". This is what we live for at CRN!