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Our Little Boy Beechwood

It's funny how you never know the capacity of your heart to love a pet until that moment when they find you...

My husband and I are like most working couples. We commute to work in New York...we commute home...we eat, we sleep and do pretty much the same routine day after day... We don't have pets less fish are considered and I've never had a cat in my life. But one morning, there he was! Some stupid, heartless person dumped him within prickly bushes in front of our office. What I found even more disturbing was the fact that people were moving away trying to avoid him!!! How cruel have we become!!! I supposed they couldn't see the life past his dirty exterior... For these people, he was already dead and not worth getting their clothes dirty, so sad. I know in my heart that all he probably wanted was for someone to take the pain, the cold, the hunger away, and that is exactly what my husband and I did. While in the process of carefully pulling him out, some people actually had the look of disgust! What the heck!!! Still makes me cry to this day...

Anyway, to cut the long story short, our little boy had a long road to recovery and lost his paralyzed tail in the process. Evidence of abuse may be the culprit with his tail which explains why he is terrified of children. But all that is in the past now. We love our little boy and named him Beechwood, after the street where he patiently and bravely waited for us to find him.

Please check out his short video on YouTube to see his early progress in a nutshell...

Thank You All Rescue Angels!!!

Dini G
Ridgefield, CT

This might be a great rescue story with a little bit of help

I am not a great writer, however I will try to explain the situation that is currently happening in our life.

We are a happy family: my husband, myself who is expecting our first baby and our cat Alisa.

We live in a city of North Bethesda, MD in a townhouse and as i mentioned above we have our home neutered female cat on our own. During the last two months we noticed a huge black feral with bold patches all over his body that comes to our house and sprays all over the front door, the back door and the garage. Neighbors said that he has been coming from time to time during the last 3-4 years, but since we bought this house recently and moved in with our cat he became an "almost every day guest" at our community.

We tried to set up a cage-trap "Have a heart", tried to use various cat sprays and nothing helps. This is a cry for help. I am currently 9 months pregnant and every day I clean his urine marks because the whole house inside smells like a huge cat toilet. I know how dangerous it can be and I am simply terrified... we contacted numerous organizations in Montgomery County, MD and we just keep getting transferred with no result.

My family is willing to help this abandoned cat, my mother-in-law can adopt him if he will be neutered.

Currently our life is a mess with all this daily cleaning and scrubbing and we can't get any help to catch this feral cat to simply give him a good loving home.

Maybe someone can help us and suggest something...Thanks a lot

PS: On the picture is our own cat. Unfortunately I can't take any pics of the feral since he prefers to keep the distance.


One Last Gift

I didn't want a pet, but no one wanted this cat. I took her because as much as my friend tried, it was not a good situation for either party.

She'd been horribly mauled by another cat. It had been six weeks since the attack, but her face was still messed up and bleeding. Every time she shook her head, blood balls the size of quarters would fall out of her ears. She left a blood trail everywhere she sat. Her presence in my house caused the neighbour cats to throw themselves against the patio doors. Though she was young, I assumed she was in heat.

She was three months old, but her body was the size of a 6-week old. And she was a menace. I understood why she found herself in eight homes after only six weeks once she attacked me. She was like a Tasmanian Devil I couldn't get to stop. Every time she went into this frenzy, I took refuge on the bed because for some reason she couldn't jump.

Of all the vets I spoke to only two were willing to treat her, but they warned me it would be thousands of dollars and she likely would not surpass nine months. I was studying medicine at the time and luckily one of my professors agreed to treat her.

Her mother had received good nutrition while pregnant and that was the only thing keeping her alive. She was so sepsis. The cat who attacked had ear mites which were passed to her and responsible for her "craziness". Her body had been pierced and organs compromised, but she was too sick for surgery.

That was fifteen years ago. Today, she is the most gentle and loveliest cat.

Every time I sat on that bed having decided I had to let her go, I'd sing a song sung to me by my mom.....and she'd be instantly calm and sweet. It always gave me enough space and time to rethink my decision. It's no coincidence she came into my life on the one year anniversary of my mother's death.

Winnipeg, MB, Canada

Monkey aka MonkeyButt

I was walking a husky and a chow mix for a client (I’m a pet sitter) when I noticed a woman in her driveway with a little unleashed dog toodling around at her feet. I asked her to make sure her little dog didn’t run up to my big dogs. She said he wasn’t hers, she was on her way out and he was covered in fleas so she didn’t want him in her house. By this time the dog had seen my dogs and bolted. He stayed in view for a while and I saw him go up to two other people. He was clearly asking for help but they each shooed him away. Heartbreaking. Then I lost sight of him. I got my dogs back to their home, then drove around and around until I spotted him. He came right over. He was dirty and scrawny and his back end was raw and half bald from the chronic fleas. I told him, “You’re just a little monkeybutt aren’t you?” I put him in a crate I always keep in my car. He put his chin on his paws and heaved the biggest sigh his little self could heave. He was not microchipped. The vet estimated about 3 yrs old. I posted him on our local lost/found sites but no one came forward. My plan was to bring him back to good health, get him neutered and then find a good home for him. I am a cat person and wasn’t prepared to take on a dog with my 7 day a week pet sitting schedule. But Monkey had a plan of his own! He’s been with me for a year now, he gets along with my cats and I wouldn’t change a thing.

Joan B
St Petersburg, FL

Two unlikely cats

Oliver was a sad pitiful kitten siting in a cage at a pound in Mississippi. He was born with all his legs deformed, eye & upper respiratory infections, and was unable to meow. I took him home so that he didn't have to die alone in the shelter. My vet did not have experience with handicapped cats. Oliver was not expected to live to see his first birthday. This year, February 7, 2016, Oliver turned 7 years old! He had water aerobics to help his legs and has survived two strokes (he was 4 & 5). After Oliver's first stroke I decided to get him a friend so he had company and would maybe be more active. I was put on a list with the local humane society (in Tucson, AZ) to adopt a handicapped cat. I was called about a cat that was turned in as a stray and did not have front legs. Of course it was a perfect fit and Oliver and Joey love each other! Oliver is now 7 years old and Joey is going on 4 years old. The manager at Petsmart told me about your show today when I took my cat's in for their annual dental cleaning and said that I should contact you about my two cats. I hope to hear from you and hope you have a great day!

Cortney Adams
Tucson, AZ

The case of Bobtail & Galaxy

We purchased tickets to see you in Singapore on 26 Mar. That week, I was trying daily to trap my community cat Bobtail who had gone into the drains due to a leg fracture. On 26 Mar afternoon, I got a call from her feeder that she was spotted in the drain. I immediately rushed down to lay the trap again. It was a waiting game and I knew we weren't going to make it to your show. Lo and behold, a tuxedo kitten entered the trap. I've since gotten her sterilized and released. I've named her Galaxy in your honour as we were on the way to see you. On 27 Mar, 2 days before I had to fly to US, we managed to trap bobtail. Her fracture is healing well and she's being cared for in her fosterer's home. I hope you'd come by Singapore again in the near future so I can finally see your show.

Shelby Doshi
Singapore, Singapore

Rowena the Miracle Kitten

It wasn't long after I got to work one day that a coworker announced that she heard the sounds of a kitten in the bushes. Being that it was a slow afternoon, I decided to go outside to see for myself. Sure enough, there was a tiny little black and white kitten hiding there, screaming for her mother, who was nowhere in sight. I decided to try to help her and dug through the bushes. After 15 minutes or so of chasing her around, she let me get close enough to grab her. I brought her inside, where my manager found a large box and a bowl of water for her, and I set her inside to be safe while I called my father to come take her home.

He took her home and gave her a bath and a can of wet food, which she gobbled, then fell asleep so hard that we feared she wouldn't survive the night. The next day we took her to see our vet, who judged her to be around 9 weeks old, but severely malnourished and dehydrated with the tip of her tongue burned from licking hot concrete, and she also had a tapeworm. She didn't have an issue with taking her medicines, as if she knew they would make her better. We gave her the name Rowena. A few weeks later we found out she had eaten some plastic while homeless, which required surgery to remove.

Now a year old, she is in amazing health and the staff at our vet clinic call her a miracle cat. She has helped us rescue other homeless kittens by being a foster mother for them. She is such a sweet cat who purrs so hard anytime she cuddles with us or her adopted babies.

Mallory White
Corinth, TX

Andy Sandy Pants comes home!

A year ago this January I adopted an ancient dachshund named Barney who had almost expired on a rural road with the winter temperature and evening falling. He had less than an hour left to live under those conditions, but a couple found him and brought him to Wetzel County Animal Shelter in New Martinsville, WV. They rescued him and then gave him a home with me. Meanwhile, around the same time another dachshund named Andy was on his way to a shelter. He was not likely to get adopted being 12 years old already, but one of the founders of All Mutts Matter Foundation in Delaware stepped in to save him. And a year later he was still in foster care; most shelters don't have the ability to keep animals that long so probably wouldn't still be alive without her intervention. When this January came, I planned a special party for Barney, knowing he was declining in health and not likely to see the coming of spring. I called it a "Spark In The Dark" party to mark Barney's one year anniversary and 16th birthday; I knew he wasn't going to make it to Spark Day, a holiday created at Wetzel Shelter for a special old dog they rescued named Sparky. We celebrated with zest and Barney got his very own birthday cake. And then he left me a month later, 9, 480 hours longer than he would have had if left on that cold lonely road in WV. In my sadness over his loss, my friend, one of the founder's of All Mutts Matter, mentioned Andy. He was still waiting for a home of his own. No one wanted him because of his age. Well, I did! And so a month ago today, Andy came home to me and brought joy to my halls once more! He will get to celebrate Spark Day for both himself and Barney. To find out how to join him in the festivities, visit the Facebook page of Wetzel County Animal Shelter and see the page of All Mutts Matter for happy updates!

Michele Krause
Huntington, NY

Three Loved Kittens - Furiosa(Mad Max movie), Wolfgang and Hades(Greek God in Fiction story - not to worry folks, not the devil)

Our family had a very hard time after our cat Deck passed in January 2015. By June 2015 my husband and son let me know they had to have another cat; my heart was still in pain (I cried every time I thought about getting attached again) but I agreed to at least go look at the shelter on Fathers Day. After deciding to look at bonded pairs and having sat through several sweethearts but nothing calling to me, the shelter brought in our last bonded pair before we were going to look at singles. They were teeny tiny, the smallest ones yet and had been in recovery together. Their horror story brought them together, a black short hair who's front leg and shoulder had been amputated and a Norwegian Forest kitten who's back leg had been broken. They were alert, loving, and took my heart (ok tearing up even now). My son asked if he could please see the single he was drawn to and I agreed while sitting with two kittens on my lap. My son and husband came back to the room with said kitten to see how he'd get along with the others and that was all she wrote. We left that day with 3 kittens and have been blessed every day since. They get along beautifully, play, sleep and eat well together and we like to think they clearly know how much we love them (we even just built them a catio so they can be outside with us but safe). We had the stairs from our old cat still and our three legged kitten uses them to get to the top of the couch (and we've added other things around the house for her). People think I am crazy to have adopted the three legged kitten - one person when so far as to say I should have left her and let them eventually put her down (that made me angry) but she it the sweetest, opinionated, fearless individual I have ever had and I am extremely grateful she came into our lives.

Aurora, CO

Shot and left helpless on the street

On January 21, 2013, I saw a post on FB by a man who was seaking help for a street cat bit by dogs and unable to move. I ask the man to bring the cat to a clinic, another man offered to transport him and paid part of the bill. The x-ray showed that he had been shot with a gun and his spinal nerve was damaged irreversible, no operation could help the kitty... It was a young stray male not older than six-seven months and he was to spend the rest of his life not walking on four paws and unable to pee by himself. After a week at the vets I took him home and started considering to look for somebody to adopt him and take care of him. Most vets and people think that cats and dogs is such condition suffer and prefer to put them down, I even knew about people who adopt handicaps with a promise not to euthanise them and doing it a couple of weeks later without prior notice to the guardian...I feared that the same might happen to Pisco and decided I am the right person for him. It was a long and not easy battle, I had to learn how to empty his bladder so he gets no infections. There were times when he would bite his rear paws as he did not realise they were part of his body and got scared of them. Now, more than three years since he has been deprived to walk and pee normally, he is a happy and loved cat.

Stela Stoyanova
SOFIA, Bulgaria
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