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Bob appeared seven years ago on the perimeter of our property. After checking in with several local rescue organizations and posting a notice for an owner, we decided we would encourage Bob to stay. It took about year before he planted himself on the deck. ("What About Bob?" is where his name came from) From then on, he spent summer on the front deck, then moved to the back deck for the (mild) winter. He had his own doghouse, made friends with the resident animals (two dogs, one cat and several chickens) and stayed for life. After surgery for cancer (thus, the hat), he moved inside for the hospice care that became necessary, and was cherished to the end when dear old Bob died in my arms. Now, there is another cat lurking about. Who knows? If he needs help, we're here.
A kitten came with the house when I bought it. It was a feral kitten. Over time, it got used to me and would follow me around the yard.
As the years went on, I started leaving my back door open and she would come into my workshop. I tricked her a couple of times when we had hurricanes and closed the back door with her inside. She would just stay far away from me but still ate.
One year she vomited up round worms and I had to get tranquilizers from my vet and their catch pole. I thought now I could get her spayed. Never did see her with kittens. Come to find out she was a he and he was already neutered! Got him microchipped, dewormed, his teeth cleaned plus his shots.
He stayed in my workshop while he was coming around from being anesthetized. I was able to pet him for the first time! One day he wasn't there as he got up into my attic! I had to make these steps and ramps for him to get down. Nineteen days later he came to the bottom step to eat and was out the door.
He got roundworms again and I had to catch him with the catch pole and bring him in. Got all of his shots again and teeth cleaned. But this time, I brought him into the house. He stayed in a room with my bunny for several months. They got along ok and then I moved him to another room last year.
He gets along very well with one of my cats and he started playing with toys! He now sleeps in my bedroom with his best friend! His name is Kitty and I am glad I bought this house!
Skittles was found in June wandering outside my brother's home in a remote area outside of Buckeye, Arizona, where the temperature that day reached a hellish 119 degrees in the shade. Skittles was emaciated from obvious starvation and horribly dehydrated. My brother, who lives with five dogs, was unable to bring Skittles inside but made sure he had lots of food, water and shade. A grateful Skittles took to his new surroundings right away and gained a bit of weight almost immediately. In mid July, however, a pack of coyotes started appearing in the evening along with several rattlesnakes. Skittles was no longer safe outside and my brother, fearing the worst, asked if we could take Skittles in. My husband and I already have four rescue cats of our own and weren't sure we could handle another, but the thought of Skittles being left to fend for himself in such harsh and dangerous conditions was unacceptable. We took him and within minutes he had made the computer desk in the spare bedroom his new home. It has only been a month, but with patience, good food, air conditioning and lots of love, Skittles is finally acclimating to his new surroundings and to his furry brothers and sisters. He's already gained over a pound and is as sweet and loveable as they come! Thankfully, my brother can visit his little friend whenever he wants, which is good for them both. We look forward to many years with our sweet Skittles, and thank the Universe for leading him first, to my brother, and in turn, to us! Blessings all around.
I had two wonderful white toy poodles, Big Bit and Little Bit. They were not brothers except in my home and were approaching 10 years of age when Little Bit became very ill. The day before I had to put him in a wonderful hospital, we met a black rescue poodle who was to become Skinny Bit. Our vet and dear friend had brought him home from the shelter for another friend.
Skinny Bit was so skinny he looked like a praying mantis when he stood on his hind legs. He had an unbelievably loving spirit and the vet suggested he join our home. I told her I had my hands full. The next night I put Little Bit in the hospital. He had diabetes, Cushings and thyroid diseases. Too much to handle for one loving precious spirit and body. I had to let him cross the Rainbow Bridge. Big Bit and I were very adrift.
I called our vet/friend and told her LB had crossed the rainbow bridge. She asked if we wanted Skinny Bit. I told her I had to think about it. She went out of town and called on her way home. I told her Skinny belonged with Big Bit and me. We picked him up the next day.
Skinny had been on the streets - he was a stray who was supposed to be euthanize. He has adjusted so well and when I discovered he was 6 years old I realized he was meant to be with us. Little Bit sent him. Skinny is now not so skinny...he's up to 10#'s from 6!!! But the name stays.
Even Big Bit likes him now. He's such a happy dog. Thanks Little Bit for taking care of us.
I took my son to the store to look at sights for his bow. The local shelter was having their semi-annual adoption display there. We already had two dogs one being a puppy who was still under a year old, but when my son saw this sad face in the kennel he was in love! He had her named while we were still walking through the store. We ended up leaving with our new 5 month old puppy named after my children's grandma! Now after a year and a half, we cannot imagine our lives with out her!
My husband and I already owned one ferret, Frito, and I wanted to get another to keep our little fuzzy company while we were at work. We found a ferret shelter here in Louisville, KY (The Ferret Haven) and set up a play date for Frito so that he could meet the residents. My family and I took our Frito there on a Saturday morning, and he played with several ferrets, but Bella stole my heart. She was the smallest one there, and so very shy. She loved to be held and cuddled, which is unusual for a ferret, and she loved to give kisses. We adopted her on the spot, and took her home. After a little while, it became apparent that our sweet girl was blind. It slowed her down just a bit, and we monitored playtime with Frito, but she loved to get out and explore. We had our little Bella Bear for almost two years, when we lost her this June to cardiomyopathy. She was a special part of our family, and we miss her greatly. We will adopt again because there were too many other little girls and boys like her in the shelter. Ferrets are wonderful family pets, and I can't wait to find our next little personality.
I adopted Dixie from Athens canine animal rescue after loosing a beloved pet.She was only 8 weeks or so at the time they rescued her from being uthenised.I actually went to look at other dogs when her foster showed up at the dog park.I knew instantly she was meant to be with us.I dont know her breed and really dont care.I have been told she most likley had pit or akita and she would be bossy and hard to manage.To the contrary Dixie is the most loving dog as you can see in the photo,raised with my 3 grandchildren, she is there playmate.She is super smart and learns how to please us quickly.She does sneak in my bed at night after she believes we are asleep.I love her so much and everyday she makes me smile no matter how bad my day may be.I cant imagine life without her.She is my protecter and friend.I cant tell you how glad I am that I did not buy a dog and instead rescued her.In a sense she resued us.My breed from now on is most definate rescue.
I discovered Wolfman and Taz in my garage in NYC. They were only 4 wks old and had been abandoned by their momma cat. Both were seriously malnourished, dehydrated and suffering from upper respiratory infections. After a trip to the vet, some antibioticsand TLC, they quickly recovered. Wolfman is now a beautiful big boy weighing 18 lbs and his brother Taz is close behind at 15 lbs. They have brought so much love and happiness into my life these last 10 years. I am so thankful that I found them!
As a single woman right out of college, I knew I wanted to rescue a dog. Almost 6 years ago, I was lucky enough to find Petey available for adoption from a local shelter. He was sick and malnourished. I brought him home and after many trips to the vet, he has stolen my heart. I am so grateful that he is a part of my life and wouldn't trade him for the world. Now I'm married with 2 additional rescued pets. They bring so much joy to our lives!
One Thanksgiving, my neighbor called and asked if I saw the kitten in our back yard that had been around for several days. I looked out and indeed saw the little gray kitten. Since we live in a cold climate I was concerned for it's welfare and went out to try to bring it in. It was pretty frightened and would not let me get very close. It ran up to the houses behind us. Following, I saw the kitten go in a hole by the front step of one house. I went home for some food thinking that would lure it out but it wasn't working. As the temperature was dropping, I decided to leave for home. With tears streaming, I prayed to God saying this little kitten was now in His hands and that He would have step in if the kitten were to survive.
The next morning, at work, I got a call from my neighbor saying that I would not believe what she found in her garage that morning...the little gray kitten. They had left the night before to run over to another neighbor's for a few minutes and left the garage door open (something they never do). When I got home from work, I took the kitten to the vet. It was skin and bones and very ill with an upper respitory infection and stayed at the vet for two days.
After about three weeks of constant care, our 'boy' started to improve and it wasn't long before he was terrorizing one of my other cats. We named him Buddy because he loved to be with people. Buddy lived for 16 years and continued to be my Buddy all those years. He was the sweetest cat and I'll miss him always.