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Rocket was a stray dog rescued from Iqaluit in Northern Canada. He was originally born in Greenland and sent to Iqaluit to be part of a dog team but he escaped and was picked up by local Animal Control. He was flown to Ottawa, Ontario by the Ottawa Humane Society to be adopted out here. After arriving in Ottawa the Humane Society recieved a call from the owners in Iqaluit and were told they wanted their dog back, but the original owers were unwilling to pay to have him shipped back up North, so he stayed here in Ottawa. One day I was returning to the shelter with Mika, my female Siberian Husky, after visiting the local Childrens Hospital with her and was told of this great red dog I just HAD to see. It was love at first sight for Mika and Rocket and he came home with us. Rocket has been a challange but he now has 2 obedience titles and runs in my recreational dog team. He is also part of the Ottawa Humane Societys` team of therapy dogs. Everyone who meets him instantly falls in love with his goofiness and friendly nature. All three of my Siberian Huskies have been adopted from the Ottawa Humane Society and my life wouldn`t be the same without them.
It was love at first sight: Bogey, a medium size mix (parentage unknown) did not have an easy start. He was so unwanted that he was abandoned with two other puppies in a basket beside the rubbish skip! We met him for the first time at the stall of the local dog shelter at the weekly market in July 2003, and adopted him. Bogey has to contend with a few handicaps, caused by a spinal cord injury but is doing very well. He is a gentle dreamer and loves to cuddle. Snoopy, our other dog, accepted and adopted him at the start, they are best friends. In the meantime I became a volunteer at the local dog shelter where many other wonderful dogs are waiting to find a forever home. They have so much to give, give them a second chance!
My original hope was to find a chihuahua that I could take everywhere with me. I searched for days until one day, I came across Daisy's picture (formally Faith). The first words that came to mind when I looked into her eyes were "Oh no." I knew I had found the one for me... She needed me as much as I needed her. Today she is a very happy & healthy 30 lb couch potato, and the best cuddle buddy I could ask for. Slightly larger than the pocket puppy I had originally hoped for, but I wouldn't trade her for anything. And yes, she is under the covers and using my pillow. I found her this way when I came back into the room.
When we moved into a new house we met Kirby, our next door neighbor's 10+ year old kitty. Kirby was a very talkative and friendly kitty and we connected with one another immediately.
I noticed that not only was Kirby outside 24 hrs a day in all kinds of increment weather, there was never any food or water set out for her.
So I fed her ...and she gained a decent amount of weight and seemed very happy with the outdoor cat house I had bought for her. A few years later we brought here inside permanently. By then, our neighbor had forgotten about her.
For the past five months I have experienced severe migraines with nausea that leave me completely debilitated.
One day I was sitting/lying on the couch trying not to throw- up from one of these migraines, when Kirby climbed, unbidden into my lap.She put her little paws on my chest, laid her head down and began to purr. We sat like that for nearly twenty minutes. I felt a deep sense of relaxation and peace. From a distance I could actually feel the relentless pain in my head receding little by little until amazingly it was completely gone. At which point, Kirby jumped off my lap and returned to her usual resting place. I was astonished as these migraines tend to last for days.
Not long after that experience I had another migraine.After twelve hours of agony I approached Kirby and asked her to take away the hideous migraine. She replied in her sweet kitty voice and climbed on top of me. We rested together for fifteen minutes.One again I felt deeply relaxed and peaceful. The migraine gradually receded and then disappeared entirely.
Kirby, at age seventeen, is my special kitty angel and a true healer.
We do Weimaraner Rescue. Corbin came to us as a foster in December 2006. He was adopted out but returned in June 2008 in pretty bad shape. He had a dislocated elbow on one front leg that went untreated for over a year. In compensating for the pain, he limped on his right front leg causing damage to that ankle. He was also covered with ticks, had ring worm, tape worm, and x-rays showed his back end was riddled with buckshot. Before we could address the damage to his elbow, we had to get his right leg fixed. Unfortunately the surgery didn't work, and Corbin slowly went downhill. We formally adopted him in January 2009. In March despite a second surgery and six weeks of physical therapy, Corbin was no longer able to stand up. We did all we could to make his life as happy and comfortable as possible. We built him a cart and ramp for transport. We moved a bed downstairs and took turns sleeping with him. We carried him in and out so he could potty and enjoy outdoors. The pain medication he was on began to affect his organs. He finally stopped eating, so we had to have him put to sleep on July 14. We learned so much from Corbin while he was with us... the meaning of unconditional love, absolute trust, and forgiveness. Corbin had every reason to hate people, but he was always excited to meet anyone who came to visit. Until the end he always smiled, and although we know he was in pain, he did his best to make us happy. We miss him every day and part of our hearts will always be his. I'm sure he's happy now running again on the other side of that rainbow bridge.
Something was missing in our lives. We had so many sad times in our lives. It was time to get a cat. My friend drove us to Coldstream Animal Shelter
Having lost my boy tabby Tiger (20 years old) i had my heart set on a female tabby. We looked around and this one cat kept looking at me. I look at him and look some more I saw a female tabby but it don't not won't a bar of me. I look around some more. No way known ways I going home empty handed. I look in on another mum said the other cat was still looking at me. So i walked over to his en closer I put his paw through one of the square holes. I put my my finger in another hole, he put his paw onto my finger. he was smooching up to me. I was able to go in and pond with. I opened the door and he jumped into my arms and purring his head of. From that moment on he was mine and I was his. he plays everyday and most nights he sleeps by my side.He makes me smile and laugh everyday. He has brought so much happiness back to our lives.
Oct 6 04 a boy knocked on my office door & said, "Lady, there's a dog in ur swimming pool." It wasn't a swimming pool, but a canal in New Orleans. Outside I found a dog, standing on an overturned shopping cart. He was crying,barking & begging for help. After numerous phone calls to 911, local fire depts., the humane society & local vets, no one was able to help me. Now it was up to me. After about 3 hours of trying to coax him to the side of the canal & not being successful, I was worried I was going to have to get IN the canal to get him out. I went next door to an abandoned building looking for aids available in helping me rescue this pup. I found boards on the back side of the building, so I picked one that was long and wide...I thought I could lay it out & he would get on the board & walk to me. When I returned, he was gone. My initial thought was "Oh no....he's drowned"....but suprisingly, he'd swam to the side & was trying to climb up the steep enbankment. One of my co-workers held my feet and I laid on my stomach and reached down as far as I could...looked directly in his big brown eyes, asked him not to bite me, & pulled him up and over the side of the canal. I always say this is as close to childbirth as I will ever get....I was covered in canal slime and so was "Canali" and he was laying on my belly, licking my face and I was crying my eyes out like I HAD just given birth. My husband and I always say "Did I rescue Canali or did Canali rescue us?"
Bert was the only rabbit left at the animal rescue near my home. He had gotten out of his cage and escaped into the basement. I knew the woman who rescued him, so I agreed to help her catch him. When we caught him, she told me that I could keep him. I decided to name him Bert. It wasn't a typical rabbit name, because he wasn't a typical rabbit. We don't know what breed he was, but that didn't matter. That was 6 years ago. He passed away today, September 5. I'm going to miss him, and things will be very weird without him. He was a fantastic rabbit and my family loved him very much.
Colby is the most special kitty. He will teach you what life is all about. He was born a perfectly healthy kitten. He went in for his routine neuter and had a sever reaction to the anesthesia. He woke up a very sick little guy. He was at a 24 hour vet in critical condition for three weeks. Then he came home to my house and he had to relearn how to walk, use the kitty box and eat. He lost his sight and hearing. He can hear vibrations and reacts almost like he can hear. He can also hear high pitched sounds like a baby crying or kittens crying. Both of which are in my house. I clap my hands and he comes to me. It has been 5 months and I am happy to say you wouldn't even know he has any disabilities. He didn't let anything hold him back. He can walk normal & find the cat box. Never has accidents. He knows how to get to his food. Cuddles with all the cats in my house, both young and old. He has so much determina! tion. 4 weeks ago he taught himself how to climb up my stairs and now he can come down the stairs as well. When he wants something he hollers so I know he either wants food or to be picked up or to get in my bed to cuddle and sleep with me. He is one independent guy and I have learned so much from him.
My husband and I went to our local Animal Shelter one day just for something to do. He had already made it clear that no animals were coming home with us, as we already had 1 dog and he thought that was enough.
When I was walking down the isle of dog pens, I saw a skinny black dog with long floppy ears and sad eyes looking through the bars at me, I stopped to pat her head and then walked on. She must have spoken to my heart when I patted her, because I kept feeling the urge to look back. Each time I did, there she was, still sitting there looking at me with those big sad eyes! As I walked back by her pen,, her head followed my every move.
I told my husband to come look at her,, he looked at her, then looked at me, and said "You want her, don't you?" I just smiled and said, yes, but I understand that we came to look, not get.
Well, she must have touched something inside him as well, cause we adopted her that very day! We didn't know it till the paperwork was being filled out, but she was due to be ethinized the next week!
That fateful day was 9 years ago this past June! She moved into our home well, and was best friends with Benji in no time.
I am happy to say,, that skinny sad eyed floppy eared doggy,, has grown into a this fat sassy girl who loves to celebrate her birthday's with belly rubs, and cake!
She's our funny little girl, and she still touches my heart each and every day!!