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After years of having 5 dogs, we lost three in a short period of time, one from extreme old age, one from seizures that could not be controlled, and one was attacked by another dog. Before much time had passed, my daughter moved out with her dogs. We needed a dog! My husband went to the Humane Society to "look". An animal hoarding case had brought them 143 dogs, Beagles, Boston Terriers, and Pugs. My husband looked them over and chose a poor little guy that they had named Hide, because that's what he did. They told him that they were glad to see him get a home BUT he had some pretty severe social issues. He is making progress, but it will take years to undo what he went through. When we got him, you could literally see every bone he had. He is now healthy and happy and learning that people can be nice. We will continue to work with him to help him learn that he is loved and it's okay to be cuddled and loved.
In October 2004, my mom died. As you would expect, I was struggling and then one night my neighbor called and told me of a little dog she had seen posted on a rescue. She knew about the little guy because I had heard some friends had taken him to the rescue because he wasn't good with a small child in their family and was too "quirky" The little lhasa apso was named Marley. We both knew this rescue wasn't a good idea and once I saw the posting I was determined to save him. The little dog had had his hair chopped off and was wearing a muzzle. The look on his face was pure terror. I immediately put in to adopt him. Marley joined our family on Christmas Eve, complete with his own box of antacids! His eyes were blood red and our vet determined the "rescue" had been using a snare to drag Marley from his kennel.
Marley was a quirky little guy doing things his way, chasing his tail, growling and watching shadows and could lay for hours, staring at the wall. We just let him be himself and eventually, he started jumping on our laps and giving hugs. Over the years we treated Marley for his stomach issues, sight problems and dementia like behavior. In October of last year, at the age of 16, the problems were obviously getting worse and Marley's vision was totally gone. He knew and so did I that maybe it was time to end the fight. Marley crossed over the rainbow bridge that day, safely tucked in my arms. He was finally at rest. I always believed mom had played a part in our getting him to ease us through the pain of losing her and he had done that. I miss my Marley..... I still hear him growling as he ran up the hallway to our room where he slept on our bed. Special Marley had finally found a home where someone loved him because of his quirky differences. We wouldn't have wanted him any other way.
About 6 weeks ago (today is 5/2/16), I heard loud crying at my back door. Opening the door, a young, muted tabby boy, though I didn't know his sex at the time, tried to waltz on in.
Unfortunately, my 4 resident felines would have caused quite a riot. Not to mention the 2 big dogs.
So, I grabbed a carrier, went outside and managed to stuff him in, all the while he kept trying to slip past the door. Talk about determination.
Once in my car, I called my vet to give them a heads up that I was on my way with (another) stray. He's the 3rd kitty to show up in my back yard.
I left him at my wonderful vet's to be checked over, tested for disease, and spayed or neutered whichever was appropriate.
When he came home the next day, my husband rolled his eyes at yet *another* mouth to feed. But didn't say a word. Smart man.
Bobby aka Bobowitz, is quite the boy, impish and into everything, so he got a real boy name. He has appointed himself my assistant chef, housekeeper, laundress, dog washer, and chief inspector of everything I bring home.
Bobby is the first cat I've had, and to date I've had 14, with a mohawk. The fur on the top of his head grows toward the middle, and sticks straight up, making the mohawk.
I work in an aviation museum with one enclosed hangar and one open, unrestored hangar. One day while working back in restoration, a coworker heard scuffling and a small meow from inside a World War II-era B-17E bomber nicknamed 'Swamp Ghost.' The airplane had crashed in a swamp in New Guinea during the war and was left there for decades before being removed. Today the plane is still unrestored, so there are holes from bullets and rust all throughout. My coworker had found a small kitten. She was all alone. No sign of a mother or other members of her litter anywhere. Unfortunately our hangar is also home to owls, which may have played a part in the disappearance of the rest of her litter.
After repeatedly texting my landlord, I found out that I could take this sweet girl home with me. All day she had quietly sat in a box in our offices without a peep. She came with me to the vet where he estimated her age at 6 weeks. Only weighed 1.3 pounds. Since she came home, all her shyness has melted away. Every minute is spent playing or napping away in the big blankets on the bed. Her fiesty energy is no doubt how she was able to survive without her mother.
I present my newly adopted kitten, Swampy.
When I raised four children in Australia we had pet mallard ducks, Honey and Sugar, raised from chicks, and The Duke, a male so named because he had a truly stately waddle :o)…we also had two budgies, one of whom sat on my shoulder most of the day in the house, and on walks. I taught Boo to say 'kiss mum', but could never teach him to say 'Doug's a naughty boy!' lol …The children and I also had a perfect little tiger tabby who gave endless hours of joy …sadly I no longer have birds, cat, nor ducks, because I've been a bit of a nomad in Europe the past 8 years…and that's been terriffic for me but no life for a pet…
I've been clicking for the rescue's bowl of food since I met a vet's wife in Portugal 7 years ago, and it's always disappointing when there is no story of the day
I just wanted to say how much I enjoy reading your rescue stories…they often make my day…evidence of human kindness….it fills my heart with warm emotion to know that kind people still exist…and practise random acts of caring….which is so obvious from all the loving kindness that pours from these posts…some of the stories have brought me to tears :o)
you restore my faith in humanity, thanks for that
best wishes to you all
Samantha and Elouise are 2 of a litter of 4 kittens born April 20, 2012, to a feral cat They and their mother were being tended by a Good Samaritan. The mother cat was run over by a car when the litter was 1 week old. The Good Samaritan knew 4, 1-week old kittens were beyond her ability. The vets and staff at Pellissippi Veterinary Hospital were glad to become their foster parents. Known today as Sam‘n’Ella, my husband and I adopted them in June 2012 (about 3 months old in the picture).
We know they had the same mother, but we think they must have had different daddies. Sam (black) a long, lanky lay-about, now weighs in at 16 pounds. Ella tips the scale at 7 pounds and is quite an agile acrobat, leaping 6 feet up door frames (yes, leaping, not climbing). Because 1) their eyes weren't open when their mother was killed, and 2) lived and were loved in a clinic for 5 weeks, they never learned the trademark, stereotypical cat characteristics. They want to be wherever we are, they come when called, Ella plays fetch, and Sam requests to be put to bed at night.
They have made their peace with Murran, our 11 year old Maltese/terrier (whom we adopted at 6 weeks). They are still coming to terms with Bear, our 1 year old Pomeranian/Yorkie (whom we adopted at 6 weeks). One of the vet techs thinks calling them Sam'n'Ella is "just awful"and will only call them Ella and Sam. As we say in the south, "Call me what you want; just don't call me late for supper."
Just so you know, all of our furry family members are (and have been), "free to good home."
Nine years ago I lost my beloved Yorkie , Nugget. I was urged by my neighbors to get another dog so I went on Petfinders. I found a Shih Tzu and put in to adopt him. I was told he was already adopted so I went back and looked around and found a Yorkie. I put in to adopt him and got a phone call saying I could have him if I guaranteed to take him. I said yes. The next day I got a call that the Shih Tzu had been returned and I could have him. I went to the rescue foster parent's home and picked him. His name is Toby and he has been a wonderful dog.. He's now 12 and has some health issues but is still going fairly strong. Two days after I got Toby, Tyler arrived. A 5 lb skin and bones dog. I was afraid to pick him up that I would break a bone. Tyler was afraid of everything. If I opened a door he ran. If anything made a noise he ran. He was afraid of everyone except me. Everyone in the neighborhood said I should take him to the pound and forget about him. Well he gradually came around and now is one of the best dogs around. He learned a lot from Toby - like the leash doesn't hurt you, doors opening done hurt and you can peek in and see all kinds of things. He follows me everywhere I got and cuddles with me at night. I am glad I got him and Toby - two of the best dogs one could ask for.
May 2015 I was looking for my forever home for few days and luckily a three women adopted me and they named me Snowe.
September 2015 I am happily living with my new family when I decided to jump and fell over the window. I got my two front leg broken. My mommy bring me to Vet but the Vet can’t operate me because my bone was small and the operation was expensive. The Vet give me pain reliever and medicine for my bone. My two front leg bent after the accident but I can still walk.
December 2015 even if my two front leg is bent I stay healthy but one morning I can’t walk, I can’t move my two back feet. The Vet said that I broke my two back leg and put me to cage. Inside the cage I don’t stop biting it and I damage my neck and teeth. I can’t move my neck and I can’t eat on my own but my mommy cares about me. She remove me on my cage and create a small bed for me, she started feeding me with a syringe for one week. I recover but I ended up crawling to move.
March 2016 my mommy got worried because I have a blood on my pee. She call the vet and gave me vaccine and medicine to drink.
Today I eat a lot and take a sunbath early in the morning. I never let any other cat(boy) to get near to my dear Barbie(another rescued cat that stuck on the water pipe.) If the cat meowed I meowed louder. I love the way my mommies petted me. I love my mommies but I love them more.
In November 2014, I opened my bedroom window and saw two tiny kittens huddled together in a corner of our garden. I ran out but only managed to save one of them, the sickest who couldn't run. Even though we thought he would die, turns out he was one tough kitty and he pulled through. My sons called him Tiggerjack. We still see and feed his brother often but he is too feral to be caught. When we found him, Tiggy, had worms, a skin condition, he was skin and bones, had a ton of fleas, ear mites and a fever. Even though he was about 2 months old, he was half the size he was supposed to be and to this day remains tiny.
He became the sweetest, most loving lap cat ever!
Fast forward in June, I hear kitty cries so I go out to investigate. Tiggy had brought home a teeny tiny ginger boy. He wasn't the friendliest kitty, and he escaped our home a couple times but Tiggy kept bringing him back. In about a month he was tame and loving. We named him Leo because his profile with the long nose reminded us of a lion.
Since then the two have been inseparable even though by six months old Leo outgrew his friend!!
I guess Tiggy paid it forward!!
A thin, terrified two-year-old blue heeler was found wandering the streets of Phoenix, Arizona, one extremely hot summer day in 2014. She ended up in a local animal shelter, where she was soon put on the euthanasia list due to her "unfriendly" personality. No one came to claim her.
But then some nice people with a local dog fostering nonprofit decided to take her out of the shelter and saved her from the euthanasia list.
I had a 6-year-old border collie at the time (still have him), and he was home alone regularly, which tore me up with dog-mom guilt. I decided he needed a pal, so I started searching online. I came across this blue heeler and was immediately struck by how sweet she looked.
I brought her home and quickly discovered whoever had "owned" her previously had abused her. When I'd lift my arm up to take something out of a kitchen cabinet, she'd shrivel in fear onto the floor and wet herself. She'd cry and hide in the closet from even the slightest noise or quick movement. It broke my heart to see her so afraid.
This went on for a couple of weeks, when I decided she and I needed to have a heart-to-heart. One night we sat down on the floor together, I gently stroked her head, and I told her, "Abby, (the name I chose for her), you will never be hurt again. You will never be starved, neglected, yelled at or struck. I will love you forever. You are part of this family now. I want you to be Happy Abby."
She looked at me I swear, she understood. Ever since that talk, she's become a completely different dog. She plays, chases her Border Collie brother around the house, sits by my side, and best of all, when we go to bed, she puts her head by mine, stretches her arm out across my chest, and snores in my ear.
Abby is a great, brilliant, delightful dog who will always have a happy, safe home. I'm so glad she decided to adopt me.