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Angel came into our lives one afternoon when the man across the street rang the doorbell. I was shocked when I opened the door--the cat he was holding had a mangled leg hanging from her body. She had been stuck in his fence for a couple days. He brought her over because he thought she belonged to us. I called my husband and he agreed we had to help her. As I held her in my arms I talked to her calmly. Her eyes were unfocused and her leg smelled awful.
It turns out she was in shock and needed her leg amputated. We named her Angel and she came home a week later to become a part of our family. My son was born a year later and whenever he cried she hobbled over to calm him. Immediately, he stopped. They developed a special bond and I'd often find her lying next to him on the floor while he played.
One day I noticed Angel wasn't feeling good. She became angry when touched. At the vet it was assumed she needed a stool softener. Days later, she worsened and I took her to an emergency vet. After numerous tests it was determined Angel had cancer. We decided to leave her overnight and go from there.
Later that night I had the sudden urge to go visit her. Once we arrived we were taken to a room because the doctor wanted to speak to us. My heart sank. The vet explained that Angel had gotten worse and was suffering. It was up to me to decide. There, with my family and son who had become her best friend, I knew what I had to do. They gave us time to say our goodbyes and my 4-year-old son didn't understand why but he said bye anyway. Angel passed on to the Rainbow Bridge surrounded by family.
It's been a year since she's passed and we keep her photos around for my son. He still talks about his first best friend, Angel, and knows one day he will see her again.
TIMON, ASI SE LLAMA ESTE HERMOSO GATO, UN ANGEL PARA MI VIDA, EL TIMON DE MI VIDA.... TIENE CINCO AÑOS DE EDAD. LA VIDA NOS ENCONTRO EN UN MOMENTO EN EL QUE ESTABA DESAUSEADA, Y DESDE ENTONCES SE CREO ENTRE NOSOTROS UN VINCULO INCREIBLE, UNICO... NOS CONVERTIMOS EN COMPAÑEROS, AMIGOS, CONFIDENTES.... ME ACOMPAÑO VIAJES, GUARDIAS DE HOSPITAL (SOY MEDICA PSIQUIATRA), MUDANZAS.... GUSTAMOS DE DESCANSAR HORAS Y HORAS, EL RONRONEANDO Y YO NADA PENSANDO, O DURMIENDO.... SUPO ACEPTAR A MI PAREJA, ACLARANDOLE QUE SI ME AMABA DEBIA ACEPTAR A TIMON EN NUESTRAS VIDAS... Y ASI FUE: TRES EN LA CAMA, HORAS DE DESCANSO, RONRONEO Y MIMOS... HACE UNA SEMANA, TIMON ENFERMO: LEUCEMIA VIRAL FELINA - INMUNUDEFICIENCIA VIRAL FELINA, DIAGNOSTICO SU VETERINARIO, Y DESDE ENTONCES AMBOS ESTAMOS SUFRIENDO MUCHO... EL PRONOSTICO ES DESFAVORABLE, Y LAS ESPECTATIVAS DE VIDA POCAS, LLORO Y NO AGUANTO LA ANGUSTIA AL ESCRIBIR ESTO, DE SABER A TIMON SUFRIENDO, Y NO PUEDO NEGAR MI EGOISMO DE PENSARME SIN EL, TAMBIEN ME ANGUSTIA DE SOBREMANERA...
ESCRIBO ESTA HISTORIA A JACKSON GALAXY, YA QUE POR LO QUE VEO EN TELEVISION Y SIGO SU PAGINA EN FACEBOOK, HACE COSAS MARAVILLOSAS CON ESTOS MARAVILLOSOS ANIMALES, LOS GATOS... ESTOY CONFUNDIDA, NO SE SI DEBA OPTAR POR LA EUTANASIA O AYUDAR A TIMON A LLEVAR DENTRO LO POSIBLE UNA MEJOR CALIDAD DE VIDA... ESO ES LO QUE SOLICITO JACKSON, ORIENTACION, QUIZA CONSUELO... SE QUE VIVO MUY LEJOS DE DONDE TU TE ENCUENTRAS, ACEPTO UN ESCRITO VIA E MAIL, FACEBOOK, COMO TE SEA POSIBLE, Y DESDE LUEGO UN GRAN AGRADECIMIENTO... DE MI PARTE Y DE TIMON... QUE SEAS BENDECIDO SIEMPRE POR LO QUE HACES POR ELLOS Y NOSOTROS.
I'm not ready for another dog, I kept telling myself, after losing my beloved yellow lab to oral melanoma several months before. But one day I decided to browse Petfinder and I fell in love with a sad basset hound who looked like her world was shattered. Of all the pages and pages of adorable dogs, Jill stood out. I knew nothing about basset hounds, but I instantly fell in love. I forwarded her picture to a few friends and family and they urged me to adopt her. At 91 pounds,it was not going to be easy for her to find a new home. She was lucky, though, her previous owner loved her and spoiled her, but she was an older woman with medical issues and could no longer care for her. So Ms. Jill was about to lose the only family she knew. Thank you to Tri-State Basset Rescue, they encouraged me to adopt her and even helped me with advice on helping her shed the pounds. A lot has changed in the three years I've had her - her name had to be changed slightly as MY name is also Jill. Since I had the name first, hers was changed to Jilly. She is also a happy svelte dog at 54 pounds. She loves to sleep on her bed, sleep in the sun, sleep on her food dish and sleep. anywhere she can (see a trend?) And she even has a little (BIG) basset brother named Dudley who is just as loved and spoiled as she is. Please, adopt these rescue and shelter dogs. They have so much love to give. And thank you to Tri-State Basset Rescue for finding me TWO wonderful furry children!
This is Kodiak, aka, Kody. He is 12 years old and partially blind and has arthritis. On July 13, 2016, while enjoying a beautiful day at an Alaskan river with his family, the riverbank gave way and Kody was swept into a very rapid and high-rising river. His owner watched in horror as the river swept him away. She tried to save him but the river was too fast. She even searched for him the next day from an airplane but could not find him. She went home and posted her story on Facebook. Two weeks later, as my husband and I were leaving for work, we saw a dog in the middle of a busy road. We are both huge animal lovers so we stopped and got him into our van and took him back to our home. He was near death. He was so skinny, had injuries to his hind legs, and very weak. My husband, Dave, fed him and gave him water while I posted his picture on a Facebook page dedicated to lost and found pets in our area. Turns out this was the same page his owner had reported him lost. Within 30 minutes, Facebook users had connected us and I was on the phone with his happy and very surprised owner, Alex. They were reunited yesterday at the vet's office. Kody has lost almost 20 pounds but is expected to make a full recovery. It is a true miracle that he survived for 2 weeks in the woods of Alaska, especially given his age and medical issues. Rescuing Kody and reuniting him with Alex is an experience we will never forget!
I watched in horror as the little feral kitten ran out from under the bushes and into the 4 lane highway where she was bounced around under the wheels of a car and semi truck. Rushing her to the nearest Animal Hospital, through the door in one swift move as I told them what happened and if the kitten could be saved do what they could as the lady behind the desk whisked her from me and rushed the kitten in the back so the Doctor could size up the situation as I signed papers up front to have it euthanized, if necessary. Upon her return the lady said there were no broken bones though they would do an x-ray to make sure and that they would keep me informed to the kittens progress or if they had to put it down, so I left knowing the kitten was in good hands.
Later in the day I got a text message from the Doctor that said she put her on oxygen, meds to relieve the swelling on the brain, and Clavamox for the upper respiratory infection. By the end of the day she was awake and biting the Doctor as she was being examined. Though she was awake and alert, she was not yet able to sit or stand on her own. Thinking that a name would make her stronger I allowed the girls in the office to name her. They chose Xena Warrior Kitten. They aged her at around 6 weeks of age and she weighed about 1 lb. The tech took her home for over night observation and was re-examined by the Doctor the next day. She was doing very well and there was hope for a full recovery so I took her home. The 3rd day she had 5 seizures which were treated with steroids and I am happy to say that she has not had a seizure since. She is now eating on her own, using the litter box and playing like nothing had even happened. Next task is to find her a forever home.
It was a really hot day.... I was only 6 weeks old when I don't know why, but I found myself in a strange yard, there was this man who uses these things to walk around, I think humans call them crutches. I kept trying to get his attention but he kept shooing me away, It was a really long day but at the end of the day this nice lady turns up in a car and when she got out I was able to get her attention straight away, she crouched down and put her arms out and I ran straight to her. She picked me up and I felt safe... she carried me into the house and said to that man that I was sitting on the stairs, he told her he knew I was there because I was following him around the yard earlier. She asked him why didn't he bring me in, he said because they already had 4 cats and what they do with another cat. She put me down and I met my older brother Whinger and my oldest sister Meeca. I felt really safe, my new big brother was curious but she didn't let him hurt me. They decided they were going to name me Lyla but I didn't like that, the man accidentally said Layla and I answered straight away to that, so they named me Layla. That man became my grandpa and that nice lady I call her mamma. For the first few weeks I would sleep with grandpa and my big brother and oldest sister but grandpa said I play too much during the night so now I sleep in mamma's bed with 2 of my other sisters, Stalker and Maaza. I also have another brother Rocky who is a dog and another sister Princeza who is a dog as well. I love my family very much, but if I could say something to the people who left me there I would say thank you because I have a family that loves me unconditionally, even when I cause trouble LOL.
Domino has been with me since I was ten. We adopted her from an animal shelter and I honestly think she picked me, considering I was the only one she didn't cower from. It was said she had been there for close to a month, which is a miracle for any dog. I'm guessing if we hadn't adopted her she would have been put to sleep soon after.
Four years ago she developed diabetes and ended up going blind, but we never gave up on her and you wouldn't believe how well she got around. Last year she had some complications from diabetes and I had to rush her lifeless body to the vet during the rainy night. The vet warned me of all the possibilities and I understood that she could pass that night. As she always has, Domino pulled through, someway somehow. As long as she keeps fighting, we'll fight with her. Domino has been with me during many stages of my life and I wouldn't have had it any other way.
Unfortunately, on July 22, 2016 we had to put Domino to sleep. She was slowly getting worse and I didn't want her to suffer, there was nothing we could do to help her. I held onto her as she peacefully passed on. She lived a long life of 13 years and celebrated many birthdays with me. If we hadn't adopted her when I was a kid, she may have never made it past 10 months old. She wasn't the friendliest dog at the shelter, but somehow I knew she was meant for me and we ended up being like sisters. She changed my life in so many ways and has taught me so much, I never would have made it without her. We did our best to make her comfortable until she let us know that it was her time. I find peace knowing that she is no longer fighting her diabetes and she is set free.
Please do research on diabetes in dogs and share the information in memory of Domino.
I walk my dog at a school near my house every evening, and I started seeing a couple of kittens there. I began feeding them and noticed they were living in a dirt hole under one of the school buildings. They were obviously feral and I contacted every shelter and cat rescue I could find in my area. No one was willing to help me, so I went online and learned everything I could about ferals and how to trap them. I borrowed a humane trap and was able to catch a little tabby within a few days. She was probably about 4 months old and was very wild, and boy did I have my hands full! She very slowly learned to trust me and now 5 years later we are inseparable. She is my soul cat and I truly can't imagine life without her! And I have been doing TNR in my neighborhood and now also have a small colony of ferals I care for every day, they bring so much joy to my life.
"I hope those kittens haven't escaped," I said to my mother as we drove home.
"They don't have it in them," Mom said. "They are the do-nothing kittens."
It was true. Tiny Jordan---aka "Baby"--and his even tinier sister, Jamie---aka, "Fetus"--were not bursting with energy. While most kittens ran around chasing each other and wrestling, these two basically sat in one spot and did absolutely nothing.
The day before, my neighbor had first given me Jamie, who she'd found in a stray colony down the street. Her mother had not done a good job taking care of her, although she managed to keep her alive. I didn't think Jamie would make it. Before I took her home, I went directly to the vet, expecting that she'd have to be put down. She was a mess--bony, crusty-eyed, lacking in vigor. At least I could end her suffering humanely, if nothing else.
An hour later, after she was diagnosed with a feline head cold, my neighbor presented me with her brother, who was a little bigger but looked even worse. His nose was crusted over as well. "You can give him the same medicine," she pleaded. I couldn't refuse. I surrounded them with a six-inch hamster fence, and they showed no desire to escape or do much of anything. The "Do-Nothing Kittens" had earned their nickname.
The next day we had to go to a party, and had to leave them home alone. We surrounded them with the miniature fence again, confident that they were too sickly to make a run for it.
But when we got home, they were gone!
They hadn't gone far--only under the bed--but it was the first sign that they had some fight in them. I knew then the Do-Nothing kittens would be OK. By the next month, they were fighting, wrestling, and disconnecting cable television wires, like every other cat.
Today, "Baby" is bigger than a dog, and "Fetus" has grown into her ears.
We live in the northeast of Brazil, and the raining season this year brought terrible inondations. By the end of may the water stood a foot high and more in all of the streets. So one morning I tried to reach the supermarket with the car and I saw this little kitten paddling in the stream that our avenida had become. She was swimming for her life, her blue eyes full of fear. I stopped and fished her out of the water as fast as I could. She was so terrified that she bit my hand hard, drawing blood from the palm.
I took her home, dried and fed her, and we instantly decided to keep her. We named her Rain and it took only a week for her to adjust to the family. We have two chocolate labs and a two year old tomcat named Witte. Now Rain is about four months old, a happy kitten and just a delight. We love this little bundle of joyful energy. The cats bonded well and the older one teaches her to hunt and play. The dog's wagging tails have become an irresistible toy. She sleeps on our laps and purres loudly every time we touch her. Although she gets all the food the wants, when we eat she absolutely must put her little face into our plates and see what's there. If I'm having only a salad, well, then she eats a slice of tomato or melon. Yes, I know, we have to start some education!