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A Moment That Has Changed Our Lives Forever

In December 2015, we had been hearing whines and cries from under the house but were never able to find out where exactly and could never figure out what it was but I knew it had to be a cat and sounded like a very small kitten.

On the morning of December 20, 2015, we stepped out of the house at about 7am and here was a little female light gray striped kitty who was just adorable. It broke my heart to think of how long she had been surviving outside in the horrible weather with no food and no one to show her love and attention. Well that all changed in an instant. I ran to the store to grab some kitten food. She was starved to death. It was very chilly so we of course let her come in the house. She was never skiddish of us so we knew she was destined to be with us! We immediately formed a bond with her and she became our spoiled princess!

A few days later we took her to the vet to get her shots and a check up. We received a good bill of health as well as found out that she was 4 months old and probably would not have lived much longer in the cold weather.

She is now 8 months old and is the queen of our house. We needed her as much as she needed us!. We love her to pieces and are so glad that she came out that day as our lives completely changed forever!

Piedmont, MO

One for the Road

My boyfriend and I lived in an apartment complex with numerous feral cats. We started trapping them and taking them to a clinic a few miles away. We gave them all names so we could identify who came and got food and water that day. The last cat we trapped, walked into the trap and much to our surprise did not trip the trap. My boyfriend went outside and tripped it for her. She was a beautiful black and white tuxedo cat. We named her Oreo.

The next morning Oreo was off to the clinic to get fixed. When we got her home she was scared and needed to be cleaned up. So we did our best to clean her up and we let her go that night due to how stressed she was. We figured she was long gone and would probably not see her again for weeks. Much to our surprise she was back at the break of dawn for breakfast. She pretty much decided to stay close to our patio for the next few months. She would sleep there all day and roam at night. After a few weeks of working with her I could pet her a little bit. I guess it’s true, cat’s choose their owners.

Then I decided to buy a house. What to do with Oreo? I guess we are taking her with us. We already had three cats. One more for the road. Each night I would tell her that if she stayed with me, in a few weeks I would give her a permanent home. One week before we moved we took her to the vet and had her checked out, $500.00 later she no longer had worms, ear mites or fleas. She was ready to go home with us forever.

Since becoming a house cat Oreo has turned out to be one very sweet cat. Oreo purrs as loud as a Harley and when you pet her, her tail curls like a little pig.Oreo is starting to come out and socialize more, and she loves playing with my other cats.

Liz C.
San Antonio, TX


It was the very end of the summer and I'd just gone through a tough break-up. I had moved into my first apartment living solo and, having gone from living with my parents to living with my now-ex, now living by myself was tough to get used to - it was too quiet, even with the TV always on. Two weeks in, I decided I needed company. I headed to the local SPCA where my eyes spotted a 6 yr old Tuxedo cat named "Tinkerbell." She had been returned twice to the shelter: once after 5 yrs due to a family member becoming allergic and once after 6 months for fighting with other cats. They opened her cage for and warned me that she was known as a "diva." She slowly creeped toward my hand and nuzzled against it. "I'll take her." I told them... Our first night together was rocky. She hissed and swatted but still insisted on being on the bed with me. (Diva was right!) ;-) ... By morning I woke up to find her snuggled up in my arms. It was true love from then on. Where I was, she was, and she always had to be touching me in some way, even if it was just a paw on my leg while we watched TV. Every night when it was time for sleep she would creep over from the far side of the bed and put both her paws on top of my hand and we fell asleep like that each night. Three blissful years went by and then one morning she was gone. Silently and peacefully curled up on the dining room carpet - her spirit had slipped away in the night. If an animal can be your soulmate, she was mine. Our connection was amazing. ...Both rejected from previous situations, we found healing through each other. I may have rescued her from a shelter, but in truth, she rescued me.

Fall River, MA

Charlie, A Dog That Grew Too Big!

In March 2004, I found myself looking for another dog since my one had passed away. While looking on line, I found one that said 6 month old Collie-Beagle mix but since he was too new, there was no photo of the dog. I called up the rescue group and they had the foster, a guy named Joe call me. Since my office was near where he lived, Joe offered to bring the dog over. Well, I always said it was love at first lick and the next day I met with the great volunteers of Paws and Prayers rescue group at Petsmart and came home with Charlie. Charlie was found wandering in a state park and a volunteer from Paws and Prayers took 2 weeks to get him. Two weeks later he was in his forever home - my home. I was told he probably had a bit of growing to do but would top off at around 45-50 lbs. which was the size dog I was looking for. My vet agreed with that assessment but they were only half right. Charlie grew into a tall, leggy dog who topped off at 90 lbs.

I always had a feeling that he was dumped in the park when he was getting bigger than expected. While Charlie loved car rides, he was always a bit nervous in the car until he heard the magic words - lets go home. Then he would calm down and enjoy the ride home. Whoever dumped him lost a wonderful dog that I had the pleasure of having in my life for 12 years. This March, 2016 brought sad news. My beautiful Charlie was diagnosed with nasal cancer. That monstrous disease spread like wildfire in him and on April 25, 2016, I let him go. I along with my other dog, Tobey miss him dearly but know Charlie is now happy, playing over the Rainbow Bridge.

Mary Kay Gerrets
Copley, OH

My Loving Pitbull

We had adopted your brother just five months prior, but we felt it was time to add another dog to our family. We went back to the same rescue we found your brother and started looking at bios, and there you were. You had this sad look in your eyes, one that showed that you just wanted a home to call your own. We fell in love with your big block head, and knew we had to meet you. We setup a time for us to meet you and for you to meet us and your new potential brother. The meeting couldn't have gone better. We talked all about you on the 4 hour drive home, and once we were finally home we decided to make it official, and we decided to adopt you.

The two weeks that followed were spent preparing for your arrival, and finally the day was here. We traveled to you, and we fell in love all over again. We made our way home, and you made yourself right at home. The first few weeks were trying, two dogs were a lot more difficult than one, and it was important that you and your brother both felt love equally. It took time, but eventually, everything fell into place, and now you and your brother are inseparable. Ares, my blocky headed wiggle butt, you have changed our lives forever. You teach everyone that you know that the stigma against Pitbulls is just not true. You are the happiest, kindest, gentlest dog I have ever met.

We love you, our over-sized lap dog, our protector, our daily smile, and our provider of unending kisses. We love you, Ares.

Milton, VT

My New Best Friend

We had looked at many different dog's bios before we found you. The rescue we adopted you from was mainly a Pitbull rescue, and there you were, definitely not a Pitbull. After we submitted the application and got approved we finally got to choose who we would give a forever home to. I had seen your picture a few weeks before and couldn't stop thinking about your adorable face, those cute little eyebrows and how beautiful you were. The day after we got approved we chose to adopt you, Rascal.

A week after that we brought you home, everything was new for you, and for us. You were our first dog, and it's possible we were your first family. Someone brought you to a high kill shelter before the rescue organization we got you from pulled you. It breaks my heart to think that you were going to be euthanized and we would have never had your tail wags, your kisses, and your protective howls in our lives. We had a lot of learning to do in those first few weeks, but we did it together, and bonded over new experiences.

Rascal, my destroyer, my baby, my goober, it is because of you that we are so passionate about adoption. It is because of you that we have so much joy in our lives. You are one of the most amazing things that has happened to us, and we love you more and more everyday.

Milton, VT

Pepper, My Miracle Medicine

In 2011 I had to make one of the hardest decisions of my life. I had to send my best friend Charlie, an 11 year old Collie to travel along the rainbow bridge. I was devastated. My husband worried I would never come out of my severe depression. He always said he was not a cat person. One day my husband took me to PetsMart. I didn't know why we were going to PetsMart because we didn't need any animal supplies now. He surprised and told me to pick one, while standing in front of the cages of adoptable cats. I was confused, he's not a cat person. "Pick a new friend." We looked at several and came to a cage that had 2 kittens in it. I was interested in the little girl who was mostly white who was still sleepy when I picked her up. My husband picked up the little boy. Instantly he crawled up to my husband's shoulders. I handed the sleepy girl to my husband and grabbed the little boy. Instantly he did the same thing. Then he did something I didn't expect, he laid across my shoulders and purred in my ear. I had been having really bad anxiety attacks. As soon as this little boy purred in my ear, the anxiety was melting away. We couldn't afford both so we took the boy home. As I filled out the paperwork, I saw that his name was Pepper. I kept the name Pepper, it suited him since he had a "peppering" of white on his hip. We always tell people we didn't adopt Pepper, he adopted us. My husband still says he's not a cat person but he is a Pepper person. Pepper is now 5 years old. He still eases my anxiety attacks by resting on my shoulders and purring in my ear. As he does that, I can keep walking around the house or cook dinner and he just administers his "medicine" for my anxieties. As I write this he is laying against my leg and feeling his fur helps me relax.

Julie Tonnsen
Billings, MT

The Cat That Saved My Life

I've always felt a strong connection with animals, and have owned cats all of my life, along with a few dogs. However, for years I've struggled with depression, anxiety, and ptsd. That was made incredibly worse when in 2013 I'd moved and could not take my cat - Latte, with me. I was stricken with guilt and grief, and I felt I'd abandoned her. (She is still alive and well- she lives with my mother). Still, I couldn't overcome the feeling that part of me was gone, left a giant gaping hole and each day I thought of her and what joy she brought to my life. Sadly, this was only the beginning of a downward spiral in my mental health. I was constantly depressed and down, and regularly felt suicidal. Finally, in January 2016, I was able to adopt a cat. I knew what I was looking for- or rather, looking for the cat that would pick me. And I found her. The local animal shelter had a 5 month old tabby mix (later found out to be bengal tabby mix.). Named "Columbia". I adopted her, as I felt a connection with her instantly. I renamed her "Luna". I truly believe that Luna saved my life. She now is an amazing source of emotional comfort, she is a purr machine, loves to cuddle and play. She always knows when I'm down, and rubs my legs and jumps into my lap for a cuddle. I cannot imagine my life without her. I play with her often, and she pants and has a huge "smile" that I captured in this photo. I will be forever grateful, and hope to spend many many years with Luna. She is now 9 months old, loves life and I love living it with her. My friends all love her also. Thank you, Luna..:) If you haven't considered a rescue cat, I strongly encourage you to check out a shelter. They often have some of the most loving animals on the planet. I know I certainly found one! :)

Saskatoon, SK, Canada

Best decision we made in a long time.

We lost our Lucy in January of 2015. When we put Lucy down, the veterinarian had three 4 month old kittens in the office. The office secretary said they were born under her house. She couldn't catch the mom, but was able to rescue the kittens. My husband said NO MORE CATS! Said he couldn't go through that again. About three weeks later and having such a quiet household, he said, "Well maybe we could look for another cat." Hurrah!! We went down to the vets office and the 3 kittens were still there. She is a wonderful vet, and every year she rescues animals with her June Project (named after an almost dead dog she rescued in June of 2010.). Since then she has rescued many animals and makes sure they are neutered and healthy for adoption. We visited with all three kittens. I wanted the gray striped one, but my husband favored the red one. I didn't really like red cats, but I agreed because this was my chance to have another baby. I certainly have looked a red cats in a whole new way since Milo moved in!!

What a good decision. Milo is the best cat we have ever had. He is affectionate, funny, and keeps us entertained daily. Sleeps on my husbands feet every night and is a good little guy. A little naughty, but just enough to make us laugh. My husband thinks he hung the moon. Wish we could've gotten Milo a playmate, but I am so glad to have at least one kitty in the house again. He is a love.

Pat Tennies
Rockport, TX

Meet Mr. Leo...

Leo came to us as a little stray kitten. One of the neighbor kids had caught him and was trying to find him a home. (There are quiet a few strays around the apartment complex since we have dumpsters.) My husband and I fell in love with him the minute we saw him. He was so tiny, thin and malnourished. He was so small, we actually though he was a female at first. LOL His original name was Cleo, because of the markings around the eyes.

He was skittish of us at first, but we managed to earn his trust. When we took him to the vets to get checked out and get his shots, we learned she was a he. And since he answered to Cleo, we just changed it to Leo so he wouldn't be too confused since they sound the same. :)

There have been some affects to him from being a stray kitten and being so malnourished. He does have to take a probiotic for his gut. With out it his "stuff" is liquid instead of solid and not to mention the smell. But I think all in all, that isn't too bad and it is an easy fix. :)

He is now almost 2 years old and healthy and happy. We even adopted another kitten (from a friend this time). So now he has a sister and playmate. Yes, both are nurtured. ;)

Jessica watters
Elkland, PA
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