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About 8 years ago Earl came to us when we were feeding the feral cat colony behind our business. We had left the back door open and he wandered in. We fed him and would keep him until someone should claim him. The second day at the office, he jumped up on the couch and took a nap with my husband. We thought that he must have been someone’s cat from the neighborhood since he was so friendly. We put up posters with his picture on it but no one claimed him, so we kept him. I took him to the vet to have him checked out and to see if they could file down a tooth that seemed too rough. His tongue was also split at the tip. The vet told us that he was already fixed and he would have to have a root canal – the tooth that was rough was actually broken. That with the split tongue made us wonder about his previous home. Over $900 later in dental surgery – we decided that we would keep him and he would be our office cat. He sleeps everyday on my husband’s shoulder (or on a blanket upside down), drools and sometimes snores. He loves to greet our client’s and our client’s look forward to seeing him when they stop by. He has been a great addition to our office!
Last year I had adopted Evie (black Cairin mix) after my Westie died from cancer. Evie was a God send and helped me through a very difficult time. In June, I saw Brodie (Bichon, Shih tzu, terrier mix) on PetFinder and knew he was going to be Evie's little brother. We are now a family of 3. They make me laugh and bring joy to my life every day. My rescue kids make my house a home.
I finally convinced my father to let me adopt a cat. I wanted an older cat that would have less of a chance of finding a home, but dad insisted that I was better off with a kitten. I have depression and he believed that this would be the best "medication" for me. We looked on petfinder.com and dad fell in love with the picture of a kitten. Her huge green eyes (too big for her head) and funniest posture won us BOTH over. We adopted her from P.A.W.S and bonded immediately.
She has such a personality!! She thinks she is a dog... plays fetch, attack kitty, and plays "dead" upon command. She doesn't meow... she squeaks. She has inherited my OCD. Wants what she wants when she wants it! She has won dad's heart over, too. When I am not around, she curls up on his chest and rests her head under his chin while sleeping on the couch. She has recently taken to attacking his leg while he is on his computer. When he ignores her, she jumps on his lap instead and buries her head in his armpit. Yuck! But whatever makes her happy!
Her new buddy is a tree frog that likes to torment her through the window. He hops and she runs into the window forgetting about the glass pane. She yowls when the frog isn't there to play. He only visits at night.
I initially named her Skippila Jean. My son insisted that I name her after his favorite book with a cat named Skippy Jon Jones. However, dad changed her name to Imogene. With those huge eyes and comical personality, she really does resemble Imogene Coca!!
She is a lifesaver. I can't imagine a day without her!!! Thank you P.A.W.S. for my Imogene!!
After my chocolate lab of 16yrs passed away, I decided it was time to adopt another furry kid. I found Bennie at the Heber Valley Animal Shelter. He was a stray they picked up wondering around. He's such a sweet dog and has fit right in with the family, even the cats. I don't know how someone could let him go but I'm grateful to have this gentle little boy.
At 10 months old, Mikka had been living on the streets and had given birth to a litter of kittens, all of whom had been adopted. We already had 2 cats and a dog -- despite the fact that I'm highly allergic to them! -- but I wanted another cat desperately. Skinny little Mikka caught my eye when she reached through her cage and made a motion with her paw like, "Hey, come here! I'm the one you're looking for!" I knew instantly she was right; she was the one I'd come for.
Today, Mikka is a playful, healthy, full-bodied beauty. As you can see, she is quite adept at hiding and really seems to think no one can see her... so I let her go on thinking that. She brings joy and laughter to my life.
Jane's owner was very sick and could not take care of her so she turned Jane over to the Virginia German Shepherd Rescue. They helped socialize Jane and found her a new home, with us. My husband and I have had Jane for 2 years now and we love her so much. I call her princess Jane and let her lay on the couch and bed. I think that because of her size and intimidating looks people wanted to use her for protection. But now Jane can relax and we protect her. She is coming out of her shell and is growing more and more cuddly and wiggly everyday.
Adopting an adult dog was great for us because we both work full time and we didn't want to house train a puppy. The rescue group we adopted Jane from is very supportive and is like a family, we know they are always there if we need them.
A few months ago I was driving home from work and saw a starving looking cat sitting despondently at the side of the road near a busy intersection. I stopped the car but he wouldn't let me near him and wandered across the road to the dumpster outside a pizza shop. I felt so sorry for him as he obviously had been a pet. Then I learned from my daughter that her friend had noticed him a few weeks before looking healthy and he was friendly. We started to leave food and water for him under some trees where I first saw him. I could never catch him either with a trap or carrier but his condition improved and he always ate his food. One night just before I moved house I went to feed him, it was late and I was tired, but he came over to me and let me pet him. After he ate, I managed to pick him up and put him in my car just like that and took him home. He moved house with me and settled into my new home which is on acreage and he loves it here and gets on well with my two other cats. He is so grateful and affectionate. I called him Gandalf as he is grey and and I love him very much. Once he settled in he had all his necessary vet procedures done and is desexed and healthy. I am so glad I rescued him before our winter and where he was living has been bulldozed and is being re-developed so he would have lost even his street home if I had not rescued him when I did.
These are just a couple of strays that wondered on my place as they were half grown kittens. They couldn't resist shoelaces drug across the grass and I entised them inside and fed them. "Chunky" "Skinny" (twins) and "Junior" have finally decided that this was a safe and comfortable place to take up permant residence. They have also adjusted to the newest addition, a shitzupoo. (Gizmo)
They do make life interesting and unpredictable.
Gita was a Rescue Dog I adopted as my Mothers' Day gift to me in 2007. She was to be "euthanized in 48 hrs. if not adopted. She was 8 years old when we brought her home with us. I drove from PA to the NY/NJ border to meet with her Rescuers and bring her home. Her first night as a "City Slicker" turned "Country Bumpkin" dog was amazing. She was mesmerized by all the sounds of birds, etc.! Our 7 cats adored her and we referred to them as her Harem! Neighbors called her "Bat Dog" due to her huge ears! She loved everyone and any creature who came into our yard. Sadly my Gita had an Undiagnosed Heart Condition and we had to put her down only 16 mos. later. I wish that everyone could experience the love and loyalty of a pet. They give you unconditional love and so much more. And age has no bearing on the love they give you. So do not pass by the "Ol' Timers". Give them a chance. You won't be sorry.................................. I know I'm not!
I adopted Simba and Nala, a brother and sister pair, 5 years ago from the Golden Retriever Resue of Los Angeles. They spent their first two years of life having their basic needs taken care of, but not cared for and loved the way they so deserve. They lived outdoors, and didn't even know how to climb a set of stairs. In the last 5 years I have done my best to make up for their first two. They are loved and spoiled rotten, and now sail up the stairs inside, scaring the cat mind you, and enjoy all the comforts of home...indoors, where family should be! This picture was taken by their vet, who just couldn't get over how cute these two looked waiting for me to pick them up after their visit!