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I moved into a fully furnished flat that the previous tenant had hurriedly left due to being chased by the police. Not long after I moved in, a fluffy white cat kept coming in every time I opened the door, running up the stairs and lodging itself under the bed that was included with the flat. I was worried about this as I had three rabbits in my flat also. After a couple of weeks of this, I managed to catch the little fiend and took it to the vets to see if it was microchipped. It was...to my address and to the tenant who had left. It turned out that in his hurry to leave, he left his cat and there was no way of finding out where he was! I asked what the cat was called and I was told "Cinderella", which I thought was unusual. I realised that I couldn't turn my back on a cat who had already been abandoned once and had lived in my flat longer than I had, so I decided to take her in. I soon found out why she was called Cinderella, she liked to sleep in the old fireplace! It took weeks of hiding and hissing before she eventually accepted me as her new human. Now she loves to snuggle up on my lap for a cuddle. And the rabbits? THEY chase HER!
I had lost my mother to Alzheimers and brought her miniature schnauzer home to live with me. He had been starving due to the depression of my stepfather, and I knew we would quickly become partners. We drove 500 miles together and he was so scared and depressed. When we got home he was greeted by two other dogs and quickly felt at home. Three years later, after a divorce, he left with me to a knew house, and I did not want him to be alone so we made a drive to the local SPCA where I found my Ava. She was a one year old, spunky, staffordshire and english sheepdog mix, and Fred was 8. Ava adored him and challenged my grumpy man every day to play. They were inseparable for 8 years until he started having uncontrollable seizures and I had to help him cross the rainbow bridge at age 16. Ava was devastated as was I, so we made a drive to the county shelter. That was the day I found Rex, a skinny, 14 pound, 4 month old staffordshire and greyhound mix, (I have their DNA done). He and his three other siblings had been thrown from a car into an orchard. A passer by had witnessed the action, scooped them up, and taken them to the shelter for safety. As soon as I saw him cowering in the kennel with those golden eyes, I new this was a match made in heaven. He came home and healed Ava's and my hearts. Their relationship is the reverse of hers with Fred with the same 8 year age difference. He is now a three year old, 75 pound lovebug who terrorizes her to play ALL day!!! Every day they make me smile, laugh, and fill my heart with joy. I am at peace and I know Fred was reunited with my mom. Ava and Rex might be rescues but they RESCUED me!!!
I recently had to put down my cat Peppie. I had her since high school, and over time her health started to deteriorate heavily. I knew it was finally her time, and put her to sleep at the beginning of October. For a long time I was heavily stricken with grief and I started to hate myself for putting her down. I was then told by a co-worker that if I took Peppie’s life I should save another life. After a week I got the courage and went to the animal shelter to pick out a cat. After going through all the cats with an employee I came to a cat called “Halle”. The woman admitted that she had been here the longest out of all the young adult cats and everyone seem to dismiss her, despite her being a “sweet soul”. I remember seeing a profile picture of her on the SPCA website, and even I dismissed her as not the cat for me. But I felt bad for her, and decided to give her a chance that no one else gave her. So I adopted her. I was playing a video game, at the time, where you hire cats as your companions, and I named them after foods and decided to continue the theme with Halle –now named Cake. When I got her home Cake instantly warmed up to me and will follow me around the house and cuddle with me the minute I get home. I will never forget Peppie, but I don’t regret adopting Cake. She is the best little buddy and favorite dessert I can ask for.
Please consider adopting adult cats from the SPCA.
I was working at an Animal Rescue and a few months ago this adorable little chihuahua came in as a stray. When he first came in everything was fine and then he started to break out with demodex mange. His condition got worse and looked horrible, he looked miserable so I asked to foster him. I waited a few weeks awaiting test results to make sure there was not an underlying disease that my other dog could catch and I finally got to take him home. Turned out on top of the mange, he also had second degree dermatitis. The first night I brought him home he made himself cozy and even slept on his back snuggled up with me. I fell in love and ended up adopting him. Today his skin looks so much better, you can't tell he ever had mange. He still has some mites but hopefully this will be the last month of treatment. He is such a happy little dog and he definitely chose me. I'm so glad I decided to foster him, he came into my life right when I needed him.
Sam’s backstory was vague—“a stray from Chicago”. With that, I envisioned him standing along Chicago’s Navy Pier, looking over Lake Michigan—long ears blowing in the breeze like wind socks. Or, stealthily hanging out near a hot dog cart on the corner, hoping for an unsuspecting tourist to drop a pickle.
When we met Sam, he pounced across the length of the room, nails clickety clacking, his hind end moving one direction, his front end moving the other, and ears swinging side to side.
During our first months with Sam, we discovered he wasn’t a fan of men with gray hair. He’d hide behind my legs emitting a low-grade grumble that made his loose lips to gently vibrate. Soon, he learned that men with gray hair weren’t so bad. Sam was also averse to brooms. He’d scuttle away & peer around the corner until it disappeared. And when left alone for longer than 30 seconds, Sam made his displeasure known with deep, desperate wails that could be heard for blocks. Over time, he learned we always come back & there was no need for melodrama. With training, Sam learned that he does NOT get to sleep on the couch. So, whenever we re-enter the house, he jumps off the couch, trots to his bed & pretends to be asleep—as if he were there the entire time.
It’s been 4 years now. Sam usually lays in his plush bed. He watches me—raising his left brow, his right, his left again. I speak to him in a sing-songy voice, “How did you & those pendulant ears end up homeless? Did a gray-haired man with a broom hurt you?” He sighs, climbs off his bed, elongates himself into his best cobra pose, wanders over, & nudges me for a pat.
When our son brought home a black/white tuxedo kitty from college we were not thrilled...however we grew in love and were REALLY sad empty nesters when kitty MJ ( oh, and our son) moved out .
We were on a mission to find a black/white tux of our own. We found runt Minnie in a shelter with her 4 litter mates. We visited her until her goal weight of 2 pounds and during visits one litter mate kept hanging on the crossbar of the cage and reminded us of a lil gray mouse and had the cutest mustache that we could not resist so we took him too.😊 We named him Mickey, and Minnie was an appropriate name for the runt.
Later we discovered Mickey was a she...thus a spelling change...Mikki.
FOUR MONTHS later we noticed a picture of a male litter mate that was STILL on the shelter's poster advertisement, so our son so graciously adopted K.O.
K.O. and Minnie have since gained angel wings but Mikki and MJ are going strong. Who'd ever think that we TOTALLY ARE cat people. 😊
Thanks to all of you who rescue!
One very hot summer day many years ago my husband walks in and tells me there is a puppy at the end of the street. You know i'm going to go pick it up! i said. So i went down the street and there she was. She was scared and tried to get up and run but she was to weak. I picked her up and took her home. Gave her a bath and fed her.She was in bad shape. i had no intention on keeping her. I always called her "Girl" or "Girly" i didn't want to name her and get attached. i got attached and fell in love with her. We ended up just naming her girly it stuck and felt right. She was the sweetest dog ever she was very scared of new people she would hide and wouldn't come out until she felt comfortable with you. Fast forward about 8 years later she started being very lethargic along with other symptoms. So we take her to the vet get tests done come to find out she had a massive tumor on her spleen and was bleeding internally, we were heartbroken but weren't going to give up. We immediately took her to the emergency vet to have the surgery. She came home was doing great for about 4 days then she got lethargic again and we knew she was bedding internally again. We took her back to the emergency vet and got her scanned and its what we knew it was. We had two options, another surgery or let her go. I couldn't put her through another surgery again so we chose to send her over the rainbow bridge. Its been almost 2 years and i'm still very heartbroken, she was my baby girl and best friend.
"Why was he there?" That is the question that always seems to come up. "One man's trash another's treasure" Seems always the stigma with shelter dogs. Something is wrong with them, either they were given up because of some overwhelming problem or it was owners problem but still physical and behavioral issues from neglect or abuse in that case. But that is not always true. Huck was at the shelter for over 6 months, ridiculously long time for our area. Why was he so hard to place? I have found the most perfect dog anyone could ask for.
Someone clearly once cared for him, no health issues, even the most perfect set of teeth and gums I have ever seen on a dog especially one 6 years old. He knows probably more commands then I do and follows immediately and without question. No fear of anything. Perfect social skills polite and friendly with people but also watchful and ready to defend if given reason. Perfect house manners, never once an accident or mess or any destruction of anything. Does not touch cat food or other dogs bowls, once I even forgot he was there and left cheeseburger on plate in front of him and left room only to return with sandwich untouched. Playful and fun loving but never hyper and easily and quickly calmed if over excited. Affectionate and cuddly but never overbearing or needy. Terrific with other animals no aggression ever even when they are aggressive towards him and an absolute doll with smaller animals gentle and caring.
I can not imagine giving him up for anything he is my heart. I do not know why he was there or why so many others passed him by but I do know I have found the most perfect gem one could ever find.
Marley is 3 year old Pitbull. They were having a free adoption weekend at the Waco Humane Society, so we decided to go and have look because we wanted a companion for our puppy Max. So we walked around and looked at all the dog they had. It was so heartbreaking to see all these dogs that had been dropped off or abandoned etc. And you could tell they just all wanted somebody to love them. After looking around for awhile we found Marley. She looked so sad but so sweet. So we asked to look at her and did a meet and greet with Max and our children. She did so great! She was such a sweetheart with everyone. So we adopted her right away. And come to find out she was found as a stray and was also a new mother. She had been reunited with two of her puppies and they were quickly adopted. But she had been at the shelter for 3 months and was on the verge of being put to sleep because of the shelter running out of space. But she is now a great part of our family and the best dog we could have asked for. She is so sweet and loving. Thank god the Humane Society saved her . And i know some people are wary about pitbulls but Marley is one of the greatest dogs ive ever had. She just needed a second chance.
i stopped to get cash at an atm, in a hurry, but i heard a faint sound i thought was birds, and the more i listened, the more desperate the noise sounded. i began looking around, and saw this tiny black ball of fur moving over at the corner of the bank. i got out, went over to discover a helpless, pitiful, little kitten, all alone and just screaming out for help. his poor little eyes were completely blinded by the stuff that had them glued together. actually, i thought he didn't have eyes at all. his little pink paw pads were scuffed up from clawing on the bricks trying to get in. i scooped him up, got my jacket, wrapped him up and hurried home to help him. i first took a warm cloth and gently wiped his little eyes, hoping he did have some, and after what seemed like forever, one little eyelid popped open, and this little blue eye finally stared up at me, and instantly, his fear left him and he knew he was immediately loved and saved. the same thing happened with the other one and after he could see me and where he was, i fed him some wet food and some warm milk. then, he got a warm bath, fleas picked off with tweezers, wrapped in a soft, towel, petted and loved on until he fell asleep in my arms.
and, now over 3 years later, he is still the joy of my day. he lays across my feet if i try to leave, and greets me at the door as soon as i return. he sleeps on my bed every night, making sure his head or paw is touching me at all times.
it took me days to name him. i just couldn't come up with anything special enough for him. but i finally looked at his beautiful black and white coat, and Tux came to my mind, i hadn't heard it anywhere before, but i thought it was perfect, cause he's just so handsome, and he's fancy all the time!