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Fito found me when he was 2 months old. I've always wanted a black cat to be my partner so when I got a message from a one of my classmates telling me that she was giving this little black kitten for adoption I take advantage that my parents were in a working travel to keep him because they never allowed me to have pets at home. The first week I fight for him so he could stay but at the end everyone fell in love with him. His favorte thing to do was going outside to climb the front wall so he could be able to see the street. He bonded with everyone in fact every time my mom or my dad arrived home Fito always received them. And also he loved sleeping with my sister and making me company when I was studying for tests.
Now I’m studying abroad in Spain and I’m heading home in two weeks but Fito is not going to be there. This last three weeks have been the most heartbreaking and difficult because he was diagnosed with a lymphoma causing him a renal failure that take him away. Everything went so fast that anyone could imagine. He was just two years and a half months when he passed away. I just don’t know how I’m going to react when I arrived because he was my partner. I’m so grateful with my sister, my dad and my mom that take care of him full time this past days. Especially my sister that never leaved his side for a moment.
I’m just so grateful that he found me. I will miss all the days you wake us up for food or the days you hide for hours and we couldn’t find you even the time you bite us when we were playing. But the most I will miss is having you around just being you at home.
For three years I fed a feral mother cat and seasonally re-homed her kittens. The mother cat was bonded to a male cat that we called Buddy. Due to some circumstances with an organization we had to catch the mother cat to get her kittens back together with her. Buddy was also caught due to an abscess injury he had on his front leg. Though he appeared to be semi-feral but still slightly friendly i viewed him as a challenge. Buddy, when in a cage would hiss and spit and act completely feral. I got a call from the rescue he was at (the good guys that helped me reunite momma with babies) asking if i would take him in as a foster. Buddy turned out to be the most loving house cat i've ever had. He loves head bumps, snuggles and shoving his face into your face. However his past while unknown seems to have been dark, Buddy has a couple 'triggers' where if you do things (i.e exhale air as if you're trying to blow hair out of your face) he'll attack you in the face. We think he may have been abused, but we are not sure. No one can tell how old he is either, we assume somewhere between 3 and 8. While he wants to go outside i refuse to let him. I really hope i can provide the best home for this cat, unlike his previous home.
(Buddy in back, his son Jasper in front)
I had rescued my original Cheese (another story altogether) from the streets as a small and scrawny kitten. I had him for 22 years before I helped him cross the Rainbow Bridge. It was the hardest thing I ever did. Flash forward 25 years.... I now volunteer at our local shelter. I am the "Cat Lady", tending all the fur-babies in the room. One morning about a month ago, there was a new yellow cat. As I opened his cage to clean and feed, this young man jumped out and into my arms, purring and hugging me like he knew exactly who I was. I kept encouraging my husband to come see him because (to me) this was Cheese reincarnated but he couldn't get to the shelter that week. I was devastated when another rescue "pulled" this cat to give him a chance at being seen in another part of town. Ironically, we needed supplies for our other 3 cats and my box turtle and ended up at a rescue event. THERE was "my" kitty! I actually cried! My husband looked and held the yellow boy but said it was time to get going. I was sad but resigned to leaving "my" cat. We continued with errands and about 2 hrs later got home.
After putting things away, my husband asked if I had a clean carrier. You never saw a carrier come out of the closet so fast! My young yellow cat was coming home! Although my other 3 babies are still adjusting, Cheese II is home and I was right. This is my Cheese reincarnated! Even my husband agrees.
There is nothing better than finding love and giving love to homeless animals. Please adopt.
When I first noticed this little kitten, she marched out to the sidewalk, hissed at me and proceeded to sashay back to her mother and siblings. I casually mentioned to the owner that if she didn't find a home for that particular kitten, I might be interested in taking her. Several weeks later while working in my yard, I noticed the lady coming down the sidewalk, carrying something. She walked up to me and said "Here, her mother abandoned her 2 or 3 days ago and she has been laying out in my yard ever since". She promptly turned around and went back home. Looking down at that tiny, weak kitten I hoped I would never be a patient under her nursing care as compassion was obviously NOT in her nature. This poor baby was infested with parasites, dehydrated, weak and dying. Off to the emergency vet I go and along the way I decided I couldn't let her die without a name so she became LittleBit. The vet was doubtful he could save her, but he did! She stayed under his care for a week and got stronger every day that we visited her. She came home with tons of medicine and handled it like the big girl she would grow to be. Several months later, she became weak and listless, so back to that same wonderful vet (Dr. Toby Rouquette) - this time it was a fungal lung infection. The prescribed medicine cured that and she was once again feeling great! Here it is, 10 years or so later and she is still going strong. She developed diabetes a couple of years back, but accepts her daily injections like a champ. She visits Dr. Toby occasionally and we are so grateful for her and the joy she has brought into our lives. She is beautiful and is the matriarch of our fur-baby brood. Be Kind - Spay/Neuter your pets and visit your local SPCA and SAVE A LIFE!!!!
I did not grow up having a dog, so honestly I didn’t really know what to expect, but Chloe was so easy and so wonderful. She was never good with other dogs, but with people—she never met a stranger! She loved every person she met and thought that everyone should love her immediately. And everyone did, including my parents who are not dog people.
She never had accidents inside, never chewed up anything, never nipped or growled at anyone. She did have her quirks, of course, such as thinking that thunderstorms and three-ring binders were out to get her. But she was tolerant of my occasional urge to treat her like a human baby, dressing her up as an angel her first Halloween, or smothering her with hugs and kisses.
She constantly made me smile and laugh at the funny things she did, like sitting on an end table, or sprawling her tiny 18 pound body across an entire couch. I loved her mix of spunky energy and laziness. She could be content to just lie on the couch all day, but the moment it seemed like we might be going for a walk, she was running towards the door, barking excitedly. Everyone in our neighborhood knew her; she was just such a cute, happy bundle of fur that no one could resist.
She was my constant companion and I swear, every day she had a photo-worthy moment. It’s amazing how empty our house feels without her, how weird it feels to not be filling up her food bowl and letting her out. I used to say, “I can’t remember what life was like without Chloe, but I do remember what life was like without fur.” I’d take twenty times more fur if it meant she could still be here. She was taken from us way too soon, not quite 9 years old. She was just the best dog. I trusted her with my whole heart and I know she trusted us too. Thank you for some of the best years of my life.
The translation of the writing under the picture (from Turkish) goes like this:
You know this big planet earth ? It keeps spinning because of the kid who shares the food that her mother dug out of trash bin, with the stray dog on the street.
After we moved into our mobile home and could have a small dog my son and I went to the local shelter to look for a chihuahua. We just loved my niece's little dog and wanted on like her. As we looked around my son spotted a fluffy orange dog. The dog was so sweet and seemed to instantly attach himself to my son and me. I, however, found a female chihuahua I liked, but the little orange dog stayed in my mind.We went to see an attendant and were able to spend time with the little orange dog. The other dog needed surgery so wouldn't be available for adoption. We had to enter a lottery for the cute little orange dog. At the end of May I received a call that we won the lottery. On June 1st I went and picked him up while my son was at school. At first he was timid and everything scared him. He was quick to snap at people, but he loved us. I began walking him early in the morning before work, then I went home at lunch everyday to take him for a walk, he had another walk when I got home from work and one before going to bed. It took several years before he calmed down and wasn't as scared of everything. My sister-in-law had said he was like the dog Tramp in Lady in the Tramp because he had no manners and bit people when afraid.
We named him Skip because my son liked the movie, "My Dog Skip". Skip is now 14 and has developed kidney disease. He still seems very happy, but needs extra care. It breaks my heart that someday soon my sweet little pup will no longer be with us. Until that day we will treat him like a prince.
We rescued a tiny calico kitten in 2013. She was starving and covered in fleas. We took her home, named her Sassypants and she became part of our family, along with another cat, a dog, and a house rabbit. Her first visit to the vet was not good. He was concerned about some sores she had in her mouth. She got an antibiotic shot along with the vaccinations and off we went back home. About 4 weeks later we had to go back and get another shot. This went on for a couple months. Sassy didn't gain a lot of weight and her fur kept getting thinner. We finally found out she had Autoimmune Disease. Then the vet decided to try something different. She got a steroid shot this time. It worked better, lasted longer but like before, when the shot wore off her sores were back. Finally, when Sassy was 1 year old she was healthy enough to be spayed. That surgery was a miracle for her. 3 months later she had gone from a scrawny 6 lbs to a hefty 16 lbs and had the longest, softest coat of fur and full plumed tail. She had energy and good health for the first time in her short life and she made up for it. It was so good to see her fly through the house playing and being a happy cat. Her good health didn't last long though, back to the vet for another shot. This went on for another year and in November 2015, when Sassy was 2, she went over the rainbow bridge from a sudden heart attack. We take solace in the fact that at least we gave her 2 years she wouldn't have had as a stray and she was very loved. Goodbye sweet girl, we will always miss you. Autoimmune Disease does terrible things to people and pets alike, so please let people know about it.
It was a warm day in December and my brother starts calling out "Mama, there is a bob cat in our yard!!" Everyone goes to the window, to our disappointment (or relief depending on who you ask), it was not a bob cat, but a pretty large tabby.
Over the next few weeks this cat would come to our porch to eat however he was skittish and afraid of humans. One day he came at his normal afternoon feeding time, not putting pressure on one of his back legs. It was broken and from that point, my family knew he was our newest fur baby.
We called Animal Control to help us catch him and get him to our vet. This was a big mistake. They took him off saying that he would be looked at by their vet and they would give us a call, there was no call.
We called them the next day and they had no cats matching that description, they only had a feral cat that would be put down by the next day. My older sister called right back and posed as a high schooler doing a paper. When we arrived, the director fought with us and told us that this cat would never be normal, he couldn't be friendly and our vet would never treat him. However, we could take home his ashes.
In a fury, we called our vet and she would look at him and would be happy to treat him. We got him from their clutches and rushed him to our vet and his savior! He had the worst break our vet had ever seen and his leg had to be amputated. He got the works on his three day vet visit.
For the first few months, Totoro would hide, hiss, swat and spit at anyone who got to close, but we couldn't blame him for being scared. Three years later and he is the sweetest, playful and most loving cat. He is very vocal and lets everyone know when he wants attention. All you need is love and patience.
This is Charlie and Lizzie....
In 2013 I had to let my most loved Kanga leave for the Rainbow Bridge. I was devastated and didn't know what to do. Not more than 2 weeks later, I knew she was telling me it was okay to bring new love into our home. That is when I found Charlie and Lucy.
Within a day, Charlie made my house his home and stole my heart. It wasn't as easy for Lucy; unbeknownst to her rescuer and me, the stress made a respiratory infection much worse, she wouldn't eat or drink and her purr was barely audible. Her rescuer promised that wasn't her, but having watching Kanga decline, and their identical appearances, I couldn't do it. A few weeks later her rescuer called and told me she'd made a remarkable recovery, was I willing to try again? Sure, knowing that Charlie needed a companion. From the minute Lucy (now known as Lizzie, aka Elizabeth Bennett) entered the house, my world was whole again. She and Charlie instantly regained their bond and tore through the house as if they'd never been apart.
Three years later, we live in our new forever home together, dependent on each other. Charlie and Lizzie still tear through the house, loving the slickness of tile. If I can't get them to cuddle together, one of the is always with me. We found out early on Lizzie is deaf, but all she has to is let out a cry and Charlie comes running. I know Kanga sent these two souls to me; Charlie - to let me know, joy and play is the best of life and Lizzie - because she knew I had the love for this sweet girl. I didn't rescue them, they rescued me.