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Two years ago, our 11 year old Doberman Pinscher passed away. Last spring, our 12 year old adopted Shepherd mix had to be put down. Needless to say, we were devastated. Our hearts were broken. We decided that there would be no more dogs in our house.
In the fall of 2009, we moved to a retirement village. We were comfortable and happy in our new home, but something was missing. We still had an emptiness in our hearts.
My husband started researching rescue sites on the Internet. He came across a Greyhound rescue in our area. We took a ride there, "just to look". We were greeted by three different Greys in the visitation area. The first one paid no attention to us. The second one was too young, too playful, and too jumpy. The third one walked over to me. She looked right into my eyes and kissed me on the cheek. She was just the right one for us. We brought Rhapsody home with us that day.
Rhapsody is such a joy. She fills the emptiness that we felt, and she mended our broken hearts. After being a racing dog in her earlier days, Rhapsody seems to truly appreciate her forever home.
We adopted Coco and Roxanne when they were 4 months old. I was 14 at the time and super excited because I never had a puppy let alone two puppies. They have brought so much joy these last eight years I couldn't imagine my life without them. Two years ago Dozzer came into our lives. My sister was visiting a friend and this friend couldn't afford to keep him so they were going to shoot him. Luckily for him my sister intervened and brought him home in her new car for a six hour ride. It turned out a seemingly free dog had a lot of problems; mange, fleas, roundworm and tapeworm. He was a mess but we took care of him and an 86 lb dogs ballooned to a 115 lb dog. He was nine months when we got him so he had some growing to do. All my life I never thought I would have two dogs and now I have three, I am still in disbelief. I love how, even the sisters, have their own personalities and I love all of them their own special way. They fit in perfectly with my small, crazy house even though they are three gigantic dogs and I wouldn't change any of it for anything.
My little Raceway's mom was a Balck Lab and her dad was a Mini Dauchsund. She was on death row. She eats with us, sleeps with us and is the most loving little girl. I can't imagine life without her!
When I got the call from my own dog's breeder that another fantastic Beauceron was being rescued from a shelter and desperately needed a home, I knew that our home was the right one for him. Viking had been in a "breeding kennel" (aka puppy mill) for 4+ years, kept in a cage, the only contact with people was when they put food in for him. He had no toys, no companionship, and no hope. When they tired of him, they dumped him in a shelter where his story really begins. He was terrified of everyone, unsocialized, teeth worn down to the gum in places from chewing on the bars of his cage...yet something in his warm brown eyes told me there was a wonderful friend in there somewhere. He came to live with us, and slowly the dog he is going to be started to emerge. Viking loves his squeaky stuffed toys, the daily treats, the brushing, the companionship, and most of all the love he gets daily now. His tail wags, his ears are no longer flat against his head, and his eyes twinkle. He has turned into the most affectionate, sweetest, gentlest cuddle puppy you could possibly imagine. To think that this wonderful dog was just thrown away makes me ill, and I am so blessed that he now will live his life in the way he deserves - with me!
well my casey leigh is a staffy cross been told she is 2 yrs old, after loosing my 12 year old chihuahua from having him from 6 wks old i thought i would never want to go through all that pain of loosing such a close family member, but after going through a bad time myself i felt i needed a companion and so when i moved into my new home after recovering from an ectopic pregnancy, i decided to start looking for a rescue dog, so i could give my love to something someone that would actually appreciate it, i rescued a alsation whom i named deefer ( d for dog ) after having him with me a day i soon realised he had a prob with his back end and snapped at me, sadly because i have two children i had to take him back that was so hard!! but as i was going the owner of the shelter said we have a staffy cross !! i refused as all the storys you hear are not all good for stafys! but then she said she has a lovely temper,and when they found her she was guarding her owners deceased body,my heart melted and i instantly thought this dog has been through some bad times! the owner also said she has just had an operation and has a scar on her tummy. well me ectopic i thought well i gotta see her,she came running out to me like she had known me forever,we just clicked n been together ever since i wouldnt be without my little girl now x and she is unbelievably clever and so good with the children!!! men are her favourite though but she is a great protector of me and us all.
Scratty boy - a cat thats cool -
Like a tiger, no-ones fool.
Eyes are big, purr is loud,
A gorgeous cat, smart and proud!
Every morning, at first light,
Comes to thank me for tea last night.
Like a motor purring free,
Jumps on my bed and nudges me,
I fuss him long and fuss him well,
But when I stop he gives me hell!!
I pick him up like a child
His purrs grow louder, claws are wild.
My face and arms, scratches bear.
My nose? It's full of moulting hair!
When hes ready down he jumps,
Nonchalantly, sniffs my pumps!
From my glass he gladly drinks,
Then down the stairs, he merrily slinks.
Round my legs he twirls and twists,
The meaning of which, I get the jist.
I grab a fork to do his food,
I dont want a Scrat who's in a mood!
He looks at me and rubs my hand,
Which makes me feel really grand,
We have a bond that none will know,
Because we love each other so!
"I dont like dogs," I said to wife.
"They make a family, make a life!"
"They smell," I said, "Smell of dog,"
"Of course they do you daft old nog!"
Well I agreed to take a pooch,
As long as no drool, just like Hooch.
Nice and clean and well behaved,
An invisible dog is what I craved.
We went to centres big and small
And wanted to rehome them all,
Then just by chance, whilst out one night
We saw an ad and did delight!
A pup was there in need of care,
Should we call, did we dare.
Well we did and down she came,
In walked Bella with no shame.
Floppy ears, fur so black
We knew she'd stay no looking back.
She grew and grew, and grew some more
And now she is our family's core!
Beautiful and cute as hell,
Into our family fits so well,
I love our dog with eyes so sad
Even when shes really glad!
She makes me laugh and makes me smile,
Even when she escapes from the yard for a while.
I wouldnt go back, will never regret
She'll bring so many happy times yet!
I was 16 years old, my friend was living out on a ranch and told me about a huge wildcat that was living there (a Lynx) that had 9 kittens with the neighbor's cat (Siamese). I went to the ranch, hoping I might get to see this huge wildcat. When we got to the ranch- it was far from majestic. Coyotes had gotten the Lynx and kittens and left an awful mess. I agreed to help clean up.
As I picked through the mess, something moved in the grass that we thought was a mouse. As I got closer, I realized that it was the runt! He was in bad shape- eyes swollen shut/goopey, belly swollen, dislocated hips, scabs/rashes, trying to meow but silent. I fell in love. I decided to take him to the vet to see if there was any saving him.
3 weeks old- eye, ear, skin, gum, bladder/bowel, and respiratory infections, severely dehydrated, and parasites in his digestive system had eaten most of his intestines. The vets told me they could do everything in the world, but they doubted he'd make it through the night. They gave him creams and antibiotics, multiple shots and other procedures and I took him home that night to nurse him.
He made it through that first night. 7 months of surgeries, bottle feedings and medications and he made it through. His name is Mouse and he will be 6yrs on October 8th(2010) and is healthy as a horse! He is completely spoiled and even though I have 2 large dogs and a husband, he's still king of the house. People thought I was crazy for trying to save a cat like that, but over the last 5 1/2 years, he has saved me back more times than I can count.
Itsy,bitsty,teeny,tiny kittie somehow found his way to our rural home-he cried,so,so loud-only I heard him. He was so tiny,when I went to "piddle",he leaped in crotch of my panties,and was perfect hammock for this tiny fur-baby. As few months went by-Bamn!!-his tiny tail blew up,huge & magnificiant!-nothing like we'd seen before,same as his love,&huge furry paws & toes. Stumbled on "Norweigen Forest" cat photos,& other info describing my "Amigo" to a T....p.s.he does not "speak" now,as I see his breed does not talk much-but on that day,he not only talked very loudly-he screamed for me to rescue & love him-that's why I named him "Amigo".-Not only did he need me-I needed him so very,very much. I suffer from Chronic Pain-Not one night,or moment goes by without Amigo checking on me,or sleeping by my head until I go to sleep...
We were married last Oct 23, and a few days later, we heard meowing outside. It was dark, raining and very windy. I opened the door and in walked the most beautiful Russian Blue kitten. He walked straight into the bedroom where my husband was laying on the bed watching tv. This little stray, jumped right up onto the bed, walked up my husband's chest, touched his nose to Tim's nose and reached one little paw out and touched his cheek! Six months later, Max is settled in, rules the roost and is an official Service Pet to my husband. We are disabled, so were able to get a certificate from the Tacoma-Pierce County Humane Society's Cinderella Fund for low cost neutering. Max plays fetch, uses the toilet rather than a litter box and brings us a great deal of joy! The expression raining cats and dogs brought new meaning to us!