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We are very lucky to have a wonderful Humane Society and a compassionate Animal Control in our small town.
I saw Kate's picture in an email from the Humane Society. I couldn't get her of my mind.
I just knew she had to join our family. I thought she looked very similar to
my first dog who had passed many years ago he was Husky/Collie/Shepherd..
I finally filled out my application and went to meet Kate. When they brought her into the greeting room
I was shocked. She had looked so big in their photo, but she was a short, stocky girl. I took her for a
walk and she didn't seem to care about me one way or the other, but I had already fallen for her.
(I had her DNA tested, she's half Shiba Inu and half American Eskimo)
I should also say the Kate was 11 years old when I adopted her in 2014. After a few days she became
my shadow. She is wherever I am. She loves to go for rides but never gets near the windows. She
loves to destroy stuffed animal toys. And today at 15 yrs. old she is still going strong.
Remember old dogs have so much life and love to offer.
When my 17 year old calico passed away I had a hole in my heart needing to be filled. I went to the local shelter determined to save an older cat. A grey tabby named Sandy clearly chose me, but it was a little black feral, around 4 months old, who stole my heart. So both came home with me that day. We named the feral Bosco, because in sunlight his coat looked chocolate brown instead of black.
Bosco spent the first few days hiding, coming out only to eat and use the litter box. But Sandy pulled him out of his shell, becoming his "mommy." He'd curl up with her and let her groom him. It took a lot of love and TLC on my part, but over time he warmed up to me and my partner, rolling over on the floor for belly rubs. When Sandy passed we got 2 girl kitties to keep him company.
While he never became a lap cat, and didn't like to be picked up, for some reason he felt safe when we were in bed. He'd jump on the bed, purring loudly in my ear and licking my arm demanding to be petted. If I ignored him he'd head butt us, and then make biscuits in my long hair. He would walk over, and even ON, Dave's head to get in between us. He'd then go to sleep there, and stay the entire night. If one of us got up in the night to use the bathroom, Bosco would immediately slide into that person's spot, forcing us to have to move him, as if he was saying "this is MY entire bed."
3 years ago he was diagnosed with several health issues, including renal problems. So I had to give him sub-Q fluids daily, and several meds. He tolerated it, but not happily. Other than that he was still my baby boy.
Bosco crossed the Rainbow Bridge on Easter Sunday at the ripe old age of 18 1/2. My heart is broken as there will never be a boy like Bosco.
I love cats, even more than dogs, I travel constantly.and wanted a cat to travel with me, on planes, cars, trains or whatever takes me where I need to go. I know that cats are attached to their territories and generally don't enjoy travel, some flat out hate it.
My girlfriend and I rescue animals and one Saturday morning she went to save a one-eyed Persian that was scheduled to be euthanized. I was racing my motorcycle that day and could not go with her but shortly after my girlfriend picked up the cat, she called me and told me this is your travel companion! She had never seen a cat so relaxed in a car after a week in a very stressful shelter and the cat even seemed to be enjoying herself.
When I saw her for the first time, I remember saying, "That is the cutest cat I have ever seen". That was almost 5 years ago and she has been with me almost 24/7 and, yes, she is comfortable wherever she is. She walks through airports, other people's and animal's homes, anywhere we go, she just struts right through like she owns the place, never running away or acting afraid! While in the airport and traveling, she is a somewhat of a celebrity as she gets photographed non-stop.
To describe all her antics and character would take a book but she is simply "something else". She makes me laugh out loud every day and I love this 4.5-pound ball of fur more than I can describe. To think they could take what has become a most special part of my life and simply euthanize after 7 days because of space availability makes this grown man cry. I often think of adorable animals that simply want to give and receive love but are euthanized daily mainly because some people don't fix their pets. It gives me a life mission to help stop this, what I describe as an " American Holocaust", as millions are euthanized every year. Please get your pets fixed always and save a life, rescue an animal!
In January, 2011, areas of Brazil suffered horrendous flooding and mudslides. Thousands of deaths were reported. At one point, a picture appeared on an online news website showing rows of graves freshly dug, with only one grave filled. A dog was lying next to that filled grave. The story stated that the dog was mourning its owner who had passed in the flooding. There were comments galore, and I wrote in that I would be happy to adopt the dog if someone could get her to me.
Sure enough, an American named Don, who lived in Rio, read the comment and went to see about the dog. He contacted me and said that while apparently the dog in the photo had a home, he found another that looked just like her and would I still be interested in adopting her? I replied yes. We already had two rescues from Puerto Rico living at home with us, so what was one more? Eventually Don managed to get all the paperwork needed, and a flight ticket. Being winter here in New Hampshire, and summer there in Brazil, it was uncertain as to when temperatures would work whereby it was not too hot for her to be waiting on the tarmac in Rio, and not too cold for her to be waiting in Boston. But eventually it all worked out and Polly arrived on a cold February day.
Our other two dogs, both females, weren't happy to have another female join them, but they eventually worked it out. Since then, Polly has become a veritable rock star in my house! She went from being a dog who was never inside a home, to being a complete love bug, extremely guarding of all the family members yet extremely trusting of us at the same time. I've since had her DNA tested, and she is part Doberman, German Shepherd, Boxer, and Chihuahua! We adore Polly and are planning to adopt another dog from a rescue in Brazil shortly. They are in desperate need of canine adoptions and we are happy to do our part.
Our daughter was away at college. One August afternoon she had her apartment door open, sitting on the floor watching tv. In walked this cute little kitten. She asks around the complex if he belonged to anyone & no one claimed him. She kept him, naming him Frankie. Her then boyfriend gave her another stray she named Sammie. A few months later my older cat was hit by a vehicle. When she came home Thanksgiving, she left Frankie and Sammie with us so she could focus on her finals. Frankie and I bonded before she got back home for Christmas holidays, so she gave him to me.
Fast forward over 14 yrs later and he's still my buddy. He gets along with any dog we've brought home and sometimes acts like one of the dogs.
We've been through too many happy and sad adventures over the 14 years and 5 months he's been with me to write about. He is usually sleeping close to where I'm sitting if not next to me. He either sleeps at my feet or I'll wake up in the morning & he'll be sleeping next to me.
He's slowed down some in the last few years and because of arthritis in one of his back legs doesn't jump on things very high. Several years back we made him an indoor cat. He objects occasionally, but as long as he can lay in an open window, he's happy.
My husband and I had just purchased our first home together in the fall of 2008. We had both grown up with numerous furry, four-legged family members in our respective homes and it was only a couple of months before we decided to go visit our local BMHS shelter to adopt a cat. So, that Saturday afternoon we wandered around the cat area of the shelter and found ourselves in a room where a handful of adult cats were allowed to roam freely around the space. We of course spoke to and greeted many cats, but were drawn to one particular short-haired gray cat sitting contently on the highest bed of the room's cat tree. We both remarked what a beautiful cat she was with her bluish-gray coat, white markings and green eyes. After petting this gray cat a while, it didn't take long before she bit my husband on the hand. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but we both chuckled and said, "I guess petting time is over!" Long story short, the soft, short-haired gray cat (with the white milk mustache) came home with us on that Valentine's day in 2009 and she's been with us for the last 9+ years. She was renamed "Gracie" not only for her coloring, but for her clumsy (lack-of-grace) demeanor as well! Gracie is a very vocal cat who loves her food and never forgets to remind us when it's treat time. She enjoys making nests in the laundry pile, sleeping on our PJs during the day and stealing our 'warm' seats on the couch at night. This is why she's earned the nickname "couch potato" or the "gray potato". She is well loved, spoiled rotten and we wouldn't have it any other way! She is the best Valentine's day gift one could ever hope for! Adopt, don't shop!
I was driving on a rural road between SW Missouri and NW Arkansas in July 2015. There are only a few houses and farms along the road. I saw a car a short distance in front of me showing down and a hand out the window. When I got up to the area (near a house) where they slowed down, I saw a small kitten laying close to the side of the road. I couldn't just drive by. When I got right next to it, I could see fresh blood around it's little head. I picked it up as gently as possible and wrapped it in a T-shirt. I drove around the countryside looking for a vet so it could be put down humanely. I couldn't let it suffer. I finally found a vet's phone number. He stayed on the phone with me and guided me to his office, which was on his farm. The vet said it was a boy and he'd check him over. After a few minutes he called me over to the exam table. To my surprise and relief, he said that all the baby needed was a few stitches in his cheek. He charged me very little, gave the kitten deworm meds and sent us on our way. I named him Zach after the sweet vet who helped us. He's been a blessing and constant source of laughter and joy every since.
We were not in the market for any more kitties, having 3 in the house already, but you know how that goes! My sister was feeding a female feral cat by her job every day. It was in a small patch of "forest" near a parkway. One day she did not show up anymore. We think she may have passed away. :( But a day or 2 after that 4 little tux kittens appeared! After feeding them for awhile it was time to round them up. The weather was turning cold and they were only about 6 weeks old.1 poor kitty was sick and didn't make it. Another was taken by someone. That left 2. No shelter had room for them... so, where else could they go but home with us? Well, they are a wonderful addition to the family. They livened up the house and keep the older cats on their toes. Toys everywhere. They are now about a year and a half. They are named after the parkway near where they were found. So now we have 5. All rescues. Jones, Phoebe, Snowy, Meadow & Brooke. Love them all.
I lived with cats my whole life and when I moved out on my own no place ever felt like a home. Several years after moving in with my boyfriend, we decided that it was time. I was ready to make our home complete and hoping that a loving pet would help him cope with civilian life. Only the spouse of a former soldier knows the stresses, troubles, sadness and struggles that appear after leaving that life. With an animal to love and focus on, perhaps there would be hope. We went to the local PetSmart, where they have shelter animals for adoption up front. There were many cats to choose from. I was focused on a long hair kitten frolicking about but my boyfriend was focused on a little tortie all alone in her cage. I reached my hand in to pet her and almost lost it :) Instantly my boyfriend proclaimed that we had to get her. She was older than the rest at 3 1/2 and we were told she should be an only animal pet which is why it had been difficult to adopt her out. The need for a loving home really struck a chord with my boyfriend and I feel he related to her in that way. We took her home and named her Purrsephone. It took time for her to warm up to us but 7 years later she runs the house. She greets us when we get home and talks all day long. She filled the void for us both, albeit in different ways, and we can’t imagine life without her now. I encourage any veteran who may be struggling with the civilian world to adopt an animal and for everyone to not always go for the easy kitten, there is great reward in providing for an older passed over animal in need.
On a cold November day in 2016, my husband and I pulled up to our local country club in our pickup. He left the driver's side door open while he went around to the back of the truck to unload some equipment that needed to be stored at the site. I sat waiting on the passenger's side, when suddenly I felt something plop in my lap. I looked down to see a beautiful gray tabby kitten with big golden eyes. She crawled up on my shoulder and began nuzzling my neck. I couldn't believe she had launched herself up into the cab of that truck--she must have seen her chance and just gone for it! She went home with us that day and became a part of our family. We named her Lucy after the legendary Lucille Ball because she was such a comedienne--silly, goofy, and incredibly ornery. She spiced up life for us as well as for our other cat and two elderly dogs. She loves to crawl up in the chair with me, sleeping on my shoulder or cuddling in my arms like a baby. We are so very thankful that Lucy took her leap of faith that day--except maybe when she empties out my purse or chews on my scrapbook paper. Just kidding--we love her dearly always!