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Here is Piper, our Smooth Fox Terrier and Scooter (aka Scoots) getting ready to take their walk. We adopted Piper in 2008 when she was 10 mos. old; she came from Kentucky to a shelter in northern NJ, and in January 2011 we went back to the shelter for Scooter, who is 5 yrs. old and was given up by his previous owner for reasons unknown. They play together, walk together and hopefully someday will cuddle together. Please make adoption your option; there is no better way!
We had rescued an older Golden Retriever, Buddy, and decided we wanted to rescue an Australian Shepard. We checked the rescue groups in our area and found savmoraussies.com. When we saw Phillip's picture, we knew he was the dog for us. He is a miniature Aussie with a ton of love. He has made Buddy feel young again. We have had Philly now for 1 1/2 years. He loves to run around in the backyard and go for long walks and even tries to herd Buddy back into the house. Phillip always makes you smile no matter how down you feel.
Seven months after moving our four cats to our new country home, our gorgeous long-haired tortie "wild child" Annabella didn't return home one night. We found her dead by the side of the winding road below our property the next morning. Though she weighed only five pounds, Annie reigned Alpha over her litter mate Oliver and her adopted feline brothers Gypsy and Harry. We were all inconsolable and lost when she died. Ten months later I found a young white cat by the same bend in the road where we'd found Annie that horrible morning. He'd been sitting there for three days; in the darkness I'd thought he was an opossum. When I realized it was a cat I stopped with food and a carrier, but I didn't need the carrier- I just picked that smelly, skinny creature up in my arms and he purred on my lap in the car. My husband was home sick with a cold. When I introduced them, the cat immediately curled up on Maz's chest, laid his head back on hubbie's shoulder, put his paw on his cheek and started purring like mad. That sealed the deal. We named him Roamin' Catlett after Catlett Mountain Road where Annabella died and where she sent our new friend to ease our hearts. Oliver was the first to bond with Roamin, and taught him to watch over me while I sleep. Roamin has been my constant companion for six years, even waiting outside the shower and coming in to join me the instant I turn the water off. My husband sings "Colleen had a little cat, his fur was white as snow..." (you know the rest). Though we still miss our Bella, we started to heal the moment Roamin joined our family.
Having “outside” kitties is common place on our 10 acre property since Suzie, a feral Maltese, adopted me. I earned her friendship by feeding her and providing a warm sleeping box. Years later and several litters, one of her offspring, Nilla produced three kittens near winter but wouldn’t feed them. I discovered two under one side of the porch and later found 1 more on the other side. The air was chilled and the one died the next day even after trying to save it. The two gray and yellow babies left, got warmth, bottle fed and care every 2 hours for about 4 weeks! Feedings stretched to 3-4 hours and FINALLY weaned. My hubby and I really didn’t want more inside kitties. But watching these two, Bear and Liddle, grow and survive hit a soft spot in “our” hearts. Bear had a big head, I thought she was a he and Liddle was tiny and small. We found an adoptee for “both“, since they did everything together, even using the kitty litter! At the last moment, we found we couldn’t let them go. “Bearry”, (I had to make her name a bit more feminine), a girl, is now smaller than Liddle, who is more energetic and bigger than Bearry. At 5 months, they still do lots together, even sometimes get in the litter box together! We laugh so much at their antics and get so much love from them. They follow me, their “Grandma”, everywhere, even to the bathroom. When I take a bath and close the door, they’re right there outside the door when I get out. (I’m not ready to fish them out of the tub yet.) - Stray Rescue of St. Louis, St. Louis, MO, USA, my area vote for best shelter!
Kesha came into our life in May 1998. Her bio read: THROW YOUR FACECLOTH AWAY. Kesha was a beautiful brindle Boxer/Collie mix. At 6 years old, she had already been in three homes. My mind was made up. Ours would be her last. When we asked why she had been returned to the shelter again, the staff said she had bitten one of the owners when he had threatened his wife with a baseball bat. A dog willing to protect you. GREAT!! I was sold. When the door to Kesha's kennel opened, she headed straight towards me to "wash my face".
The introduction with our other dog, Brandy, went pretty well at the shelter. It was another story when we got home. A dominant male/a dominant female combination was not a good mix. We were new owners not knowing the correct way to blend this new "family". Whenever you raised your voice, Kesha came charging in a frenzy. I cannot imagine what her previous life was like. Our vet felt she had an edge and didn't trust her. Many people felt we shouldn't keep her. How could we give up on her too? I decided to find a good trainer to work with Kesha and I.
With training and time, Kesha became a different dog. People couldn't believe it. Even the naysayers had to take a second look. When we were excited about "company" coming, so was she. Kesha was very protective of our property when she was in the yard. She would not let anyone "cross the line" until we said OK. All our rescues have a story, but Kesha just needed someone to give her a chance. Through it all she was always a "great kisser". Kesha passed suddenly 6 years later. I miss her still.
A mother cat and 3 kittens ended up in my boyfriend's yard, so he started putting food and water out for them. After a few days of gaining some trust, we managed to get the babies into the house, but had to use a trap for the mother who seemed quite feral. Our intention was to get them to a shelter where they would be safe and find homes. After a couple of hours, we took a chance and let mother out in a secure room and realised how feral she was NOT. We also found how very ill she was because her mammaries had become infected and the wounds abscessed. She was within hours of dying when we took her to the vet the next morning.
After months of treatment, medications, 2 surgeries, and 2 dozen stitches, Grace went from less than 5 pounds of matted fur to a healthy, happy, wonderful companion of 11 pounds! As for the boys- all 3 strong, handsome, and huge... PURcival and FURdinand went to a loving home together with a family friend, and Grace and BartholeMEW stayed with us. We are so grateful to have found them when we did, and to our amazing veterinary doctors and staff for saving Grace.
(Pictured: Grace 6 months after finding her, 3 months after medical release.)
GusGus was found by my mother in a pouring rain in the parking lot of our local high school. She was no more than four weeks old - starving - freezing. Luring her out from under a pickup truck with bits of a Fig Newton, Mom was able to grab her and stuff her inside her sweater. When we got Gus home, she was eager to eat, but not eager to cuddle. She had a jaw infection (which ultimately resulted in an adorable overbite) and an eye infection (which still weeps, but doesn't give her any problems). After months of love and lots of food, she's a playful, silly, vocal, super-loveable cat. She appears to still be a kitten because the malnutrition stunted her growth, but she's the "Court Jester" at our house - always making you laugh. She's #8 in our rescued group of cats and we love her dearly.
A few years ago Charlie got out of my sister’s back yard. His collar hung on the broken fence. My sister did not give up looking for her beloved dog. She put up flyers, offered rewards and searched the neighborhood for 6 months. Beating all odds, a kind woman found him in the back of a bowling alley. He was dirty and skinny but in good shape. Years later Charlie is happy to be home with his mommy and daddy and not roaming around afraid and hungry. Another good reason to have your dogs and cats chipped. My sister never gave up looking for Charlie, and as you can see by his face he’s happy she didn’t!!
We found Ralph, who was approx. 8 weeks old at the time, abandoned in a box in a parking lot during a winter storm, we adopted Maxx as a kitten from a local rescue. They immediately became the best of friends. Since then, we have fostered kittens for our local shelter where I volunteer and have adopted two more kitty siblings. They bring such joy to our family and we love them all.
We found Bali 2 years ago as a kitten on the streets. Then Andy came along a few months ago. He was almost put down because he was born in Oct and the shelter couldn't adopt him out so close to Halloween. Luckily the G.A. Rescue foundation stepped in and gave him some extra time so that he could find us. Bali and Andy are like peas in a pod now. Completely inseparable, happy, and loved. Please adopt shelter animals!