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Hi my name is Tracie and I'm a former DOGS ONLY person. I'd never had a cat in til 5 years ago. Now I'm a cat Lover too thanks to Keeba and Jackson! Keeba belonged to my fiancee s daughter. I moved in with my 2 dogs at the time and probably rocked this cats world. But to spite that he accepted them just fine. They became buddy's but with a love hate vibe. The daughter was 17 at that time and payed very little attention to Keeba neglecting his litter box letting his food go stale. So I started cleaning the box and feeding him. And through Jackson I started learning about how to care for a cat. 2 years later the daughter moves out and my fiancé was gonna take Keeba to a no kill shelter but by that time he and I had bonded so I said NO! Fast forward to now and the picture above shows our love for each other. I captured what I belive is a slow blink back, he is a different cat from 5 years ago, playful, loving, chatty and sociable and I love him!
three years ago. back in 2013..... when i lived in Eufaula Oklahoma. where i took care of the feral community in my upscale rural neighborhood, we lived right on Lake Eufaula. When i say upscale, i mean the fact that there were at least 3 mansions in this neighborhood. Anyways to get back on track..... there was a colony of about 40-50 feral cats/kittens; which had become so all due to an elderly man who never got his female fixed.... and thus started the colony. From day one in my new home there, i set out to trap neuter and release the feral cats that were too feral to adopt out. and home the ones that could be(kittens, and friendly young adult cats). i managed to trap all but one female...(who i was able to finally get fixed). this female was found living in the neighborhood dumpster site. she had two kittens about 4 months old. and it looked as though she was already pregnant again..... poor girl. i set up a humane trap and after three days... managed to catch her two kittens. both of which found wonderful loving homes. during the time it took to get the youngsters ready to be adopted... she had moved homes. and low and behold... she had moved into my garage and was living with my cats! to this day... i'm still not sure how she managed to track me to my home... or why she chose to stay. but she has since been spayed. and is now a much loved member of the family
Wendy HoadThe Animal Rescue Site
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For 50 years my family always had furbabies of all kinds. When our beloved 2 cats passed away I vowed no more, my heart could not take it. I told myself, our house will be cleaner and we will save money. My heart kept saying our home is missing something. After 3 months I went to our local shelter just to look. I saw a grey ear surrounded by other kittens. My nephew took this kitten out and she looked at me and fell asleep. I named her Lily right there. She was on the kill list. Lily is a Maine Coon and truly special to me. I am disabled and she is my protector and gives me so much happiness. After a year, my husband and I thought Lily could use a pal. So we went to rescue another kitten. The shelter had an out break of colds. We were not told. We picked Peanut. After his shots and being fixed, we brought him home. He was almost dead by morning. First vet visit, the vet wasnt giving much hope 5% that he would live. So with meds in hand and lots of love from Lily and us Peanut made it. They are now 6 and 7 years old.Peanut will always suffer with his lung problem, but he is a happy cat. I have always been an animal rescuer, from farms, shelters and strays. Now I believe my cats give me a reason to wake up and smile. Unconditional love means more then a clean house or money in my book
It was my 50th birthday and my husband had rented a cabin at the lake for a quiet getaway. We were sitting on the deck enjoying music and watching a herd of deer when this little white cat jumped onto the deck and started rubbing up against our legs. She stayed there the whole evening and at one point curled into my lap and fell asleep. We told her goodnight and went to bed. The next morning, I got up and made coffee then we both went out on the deck again and moments later she showed up. I made breakfast and made sure to cook a slice of bacon for her as well. She hung around the entire time we were camping and we always made sure to give her a little of whatever we had. I knew human food was not the best thing for her but I figured it was better than what she was rummaging for in the garbage around the lake. Finally our last night there and my husband said that if she was still there when we got ready to leave in the morning, we could take her home. The next morning came, we had our coffee and breakfast and she was no where to be seen. I have to admit I was more than a little disappointed. I had a little accident as I was getting our cooking supplies ready to be packed (I started a grease fire and burned myself pretty badly, so we rushed through packing up so my husband could take me to the hospital. We walked though the cabin one last time to make sure we didn't forget anything and then went outside to close up the SUV and there she was, sitting in the back of our vehicle, ready to go. We were pretty concerned about her riding in the car without any type of carrier but she did beautifully. She either sat in my lap or on the center console watching the scenery. We named her Serenity because she showed up during our weekend of Serenity.
Four years ago my fiance and I decided to go to our county's Pet Expo. We did not go looking for a dog but Buster found us. We saw a booth that had dogs up for adoption for twenty dollars. We saw a terrier mix who they thought was around a year and a half old laying in a crate. We both instantly thought he was really cute so we went over to pet him. When he stood up we noticed he was missing his back right leg. We asked the shelter what had happened and they said he had been hit by a car and they had just amputated his leg three days prior. He still had stitches in his nub and you could tell he was in a bit of pain but he was still so friendly and already getting around so well. We decided right then and there to adopt him. We got him a few hours before the expo closed and it was the last day of the event. We were worried if we didn't get him no one else would and he would end up being euthanized. We took him to the vet the next day and our twenty dollar dog quickly became much more expensive.The vet was furious that the shelter gave him to us with no antibiotics or pain medication. He was severely dehydrated and was also almost fifteen pounds underweight. We got him antibiotics, fluids, and pain medication and in about two weeks he was pretty much recovered!
Buster is such an amazing and affectionate dog and we love and spoil him so much. We had no idea what to expect when we got a three legged dog but having him is no different than having a dog with four legs except for that sometimes he stands on his front two paws like he's doing a handstand to pee! We love him so much! Please give special needs dogs a chance!! They will love you just as much as any other dog!
When I was a little girl, all I ever wished for on birthday candles and shooting stars was to have a pet dog. But I couldn't have one because my dad was, and still is, allergic. I always wanted that unconditional love you get from pets and I think that's why, years later, I ended up working at my local animal shelter for three years.
I've seen a lot of sad stories there and I wanted to add a little more happiness, so I started fostering kittens and puppies. I had to beg my parents, as I was still living with them at the time, and they agreed. I think they agreed because these animals were small and the kittens were to young to go about the whole house.
Well, two years into my job my supervisor asked if I would like to foster an adult dog. He is a medium sized dog and around 3-5 years of age. I told her that I would get back to her as I had to ask my parents. They were a bit hesitant, but in the end they agreed. I was so over joyed!
The dogs were all Rat Terriers and they were all from a hoarding situation in Ohio. There were over 44 dogs!
I took in a dog called Mike. He had pee stains on his lower half, he had scabs all around and over his ears, no fur on the back of his ears, and he was underweight. He would not come out of his carrier so I would take the top off and get him out that way. He also needed to be umbilical cord trained and could not leave the property because he was so frightened of everything. I moved in with my grandparents because I knew I loved this dog and needed to adopt him.
And today, a year and a half later, he is a very happy dog! He is at a healthy weight, all his hair has grown back, he loves going to the off leash parks, and hardly leaves my side.
May of this year, while my husband was at the local bar, this little three week old calico kitten stopped by. Not once, but twice. First time, they were able to give her back to her mom. About an hour later, she came back. My husband watched her come from the building next door. She did not wobble, he said. She marched straight to him and sat on his foot. He picked her up and held her, waiting for mom. Mom never showed back up. So, home she came. I remember taking her from him and exclaiming, "This is a baby!" "I couldn't leave her," was his response. So after a run to Petsmart to get kitten formula and other supplies (of which we had no cat supplies, being only a two dog and one tortoise household), we settled into taking care of this little persistent furball. Hence her name: Persistence. Oh, how it suits her! It was not long before she turned our house and our lives upside down. Many days of night time feedings followed, and an emergency run to the vet just a few days after she came home when her left eye closed. She has an ulcer in that eye, from, we suspect, something poking it. We doctored it for a few weeks, and it is still cloudy (the vet did say it would take a long while to heal.) We think that is why her mom gave her up. It doesn't matter. She'll always be a part of this family. She's happy and healthy, and her eye certainly doesn't slow her down! She's the Queen of the house and rules over Scooter and Charlie, our two dogs. They just adore her. Charlie is her playmate and she loves chasing him around the house! But when she's done, it's to Scooter she runs to, who firmly tells Charlie that it is enough. Sparks, the tortoise, is not too sure of this furball who has invaded her house. We now cannot imagine life without our little Persistence. She brightens our lives.
5/15/12 My husband watched a mother cat give birth to four babies under our bay window and then run off. Three were living and one was stillborn. We waited for her to come back all day and finally decided we had to take them because it was supposed to be very cold that night. I called a local rescue who told me they would take them if we could keep them alive for 3 weeks and we thought "ok, now what do we do?!!" We had never had a pet in 35 years of marriage, let alone newborn kittens. I got all kinds of advice from them and then they said, "you know, they probably won't make it". We decided to go for it anyway. On day two one kitten died. We felt terrible. Somehow, dropper feeding and then bottle feeding and trying to keep them as warm as possible, we managed to keep two of them alive. At three weeks, when the rescue said they would take them, we were so in love that we never called. When they were old enough to run around the house, our youngest son picked them up one day and dropped them on the couch and said "There! That's over with!" I guess they were going to be allowed on furniture! They are now over four years old and they are still our babies. Besides having my own children, this is hands down the best decision we ever made and we love them more than we thought possible. I was not a pet person before this, but having them has changed the way I look at all animals and I will never regret the decision we made that day. They are constant entertainment and constant comfort and now we don't know what we would do without them. And regardless of what we were told by the naysayers, they do not tie us down. They go camping with us! :)
My semi-retired husband has began to bike on his days off. In the middle of June, while biking on a rural blacktop, he saw a tiny kitten laying on its side with its tongue hanging out. His first thought when he biked past it was “Aww, a dead kitten”. Then the tail flopped. He went back and picked up the kitten who started meowing loudly. He had to bike home, so he put the kitten in his shirt pocket where she fell asleep. When he texts the picture of his pocket, I started frantically researching online what to do. We estimate she was only 24-48 hours old because she still had her umbilical cord. Dave put her on a heating pad and found some bottles and dry kitten formula from many years ago. We called a couple of animal rescue places but they were full. So with some advice from another woman who raises neonatal kittens and lots of internet research, we started the process of raising this kitten. We started with feeding her ¼ teaspoon of formula every two hours, kept her in a carrier on a heating pad and had to stimulate her to urinate. We felt like sleep deprived new parents. We were very lucky to have some retired friends that were able to keep her during the day to stay on the feeding schedule. We tried to be realistic about her chances of survival because we knew we could easily lose her. Almost nine weeks later, we have Orlanda, a healthy, high energy kitten to add to our household of three cats (who still aren’t too crazy about her). We had no plans to add another cat, but after all we went through, there wasn’t any way we could have given her to anyone else!
I had lost my Mom just three weeks before losing my Shih Tzu, Barnabis, my soul mate. I was completely devastated from these major losses. My husband said "no more dogs"; he couldn't deal with all of this sudden pain either.
After five months, I had enough and told my husband, "We are getting another dog"! I searched rescue web sites for over a month and then this precious little girl spoke to me. I submitted an application and was one of many to be selected to meet her and be interviewed, so off to Columbus I went. On the way down I stopped at my Mom's grave & asked her to please let this baby be the one, my heart wouldn't heal as I kept searching. It was finally my turn to meet her. After meeting several families with children, she looked exhausted. She crawled into my lap and went to sleep. They told me her name was Bobbie, that was my Mom's nickname. I knew at that moment, that was my sign from heaven and she had to be mine, but would this rescue ever let me have her as they had to do a home visit & I lived 2.5 hours away.
I'm happy to say, yes, Cause for Paws let me be the lucky one to adopt her. She is now 14.5 years old, she's slowly losing her hearing and has a little arthritis, but she is still and forever will be, my angel. I can't imagine life without her. Please choose to adopt, they need you as much as you need them.