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A Tiny Kitten Appears

Last summer, we heard a kitten cry through our front porch window. When we investigated, we saw a gray blur race off the front porch leaving only our older gray male, Tuesday, on the porch. Although Tuesday usually chases off any stray cats that appear, he hadn't chased what we assume was a gray kitten. Tuesday could share his dry cat food with the kitten but, of course, we wanted to find it. We finally realized the kitten was living in our detached garage. It was small enough to slide under one of the walls. After several months of quiet coaxing and the lure of food, Peanut finally came out in the open and eventually we were able to gently touch the kitten. A year later, Peanut is a sleek, happy, house cat who adores Tuesday. She has made Tuesday feel like a kitten again. They are always together; wrestling on the porch, exploring our 7 acres or sleeping side-by-side. We have no idea where one small kitten could have come from but we, and Tuesday, are glad she appeared.

Marcia Butler
Staunton, VA

She won his heart

This adorable little girl and her 3 siblings were found under a dead tree at the edge of our yard when they were a few weeks old. Two tiny torties and two fluffy white longhairs came into our lives that day though they were in sad shape. One of the white kittens didn't survive, but the other 3 soon got the hang of bottle feeding and lived in a large packing crate in our living room. We wanted to protect them from our 2 year old male Maine Coon, Puff, until he became accustomed to them and accepted them. (His story is also here on the site.) By the third week they were used to each other and they could come out to play with no problems.

The plan was to get the babies used to humans and take them to the local shelter for adoption when they were old enough. I boxed them up one day and headed for the shelter, only to be told they had so many kittens, they couldn't possibly handle 3 more that day. I was told to return in a couple weeks. My husband made that trip, but when he got to the shelter, he just couldn't bear to let them all go. So he made the decision to bring one back. This little girl, with her sweet disposition and dark "teardrop" in her eye, melted his heart and won him over completely. He brought her back home and when I looked in her lovely eyes, they shone like jewels, so I named her Topaz.

That was 9 years ago. She and Puff were very happy together. She helped civilize him; they played tag up and down the hallway, snuggled on the sofa for hours, and groomed each other daily. She taught herself to fetch with milk jug rings and kept me busy for hours tossing and fetching. She also loves snuggling with my hubby for their daily naps. She has adjusted to life since we lost Puff better than we have. We love our Topaz, she is our precious gem..

Bob N Sue Mortimer
Midland, PA

Bait Dog turned Beautiful!

We got the call on Xmas Eve 2016. A 7 mo female pitbull bait dog was brought in with massively extensive injuries and needed a miracle. Our rescue, Good Karma Dog Rescue in NJ, agreed to take her in. After a week of hospitalization, touch and go, emotional rollercoaster, Hope came home from the hospital on NY Eve. We knew next to nothing about her except she was hung upside down and used for bait for other aggressive dogs. But she was on the mend. Turned out she loved EVERY dog in her foster home. 4 other adult rescued pitties, male and female. Every puppy and small breed dog that came through as fosters. She has healed completely. Body, mind and spirit. She is my hero. I wish I could live as forgiving, trusting and loving as she is. I admire and envy her all at once! Never stop believeing in HOPE because miracles happen every day!

Barb Blackman
Voorhees, NJ

Rags to Riches

I manage a colony of feral cats. I had a friend helping me to TNR these cats last summer. She managed to get a kitten who was about 8 weeks old. She told me she thought this one might be able to be rehabbed and asked if I was willing to try. If I was successful, she would get this little one into an adoption event. So I agreed. Within the first day, I was petting this little fuzz ball and she was purring. By day 2, she was climbing onto my shoulders. My friend was still looking for a rescue to take this little one. However, she had won my heart over and she is now a permanent part of my family. She wants for nothing and enjoys her days tormenting her siblings. She has also made friends with a hummingbird, who comes to see her, through the window, each afternoon. Her mom and her brother are part of the feral colony and are well cared for as well.

April M Adams
Cottonwood Heights, UT

She Saved Me

My American Staffordshire Terrier Lacy Lou was badly abused and almost starved to death when I got her when she was a year old. The vet told me that she wouldn't live past two if she was lucky and here we are with her turning ten in two weeks. She can't live outside as she is allergic to everything, however, I wouldn't have it any other way. Her best friend is a 6-year-old American bulldog named Bella and a 16-year-old Siamese named Princess. I got Lacy at a time when I was still upset about losing my 11-year-old Chesapeake Ruby about a year before. Lacy filled the hole that was in my heart. I saved her, but she saved me too when I had given up as well. She is truly a very special sweet girl. She never lost that even after all she had been through. She had taught me about forgiveness and true heroism in the face of one the worst scenarios you could imagine for a dog. She is a very special wonderful dog that I do love with all of my heart.

Julie
Huntington Beach, CA

My BFFeline, Bix

March 2017, I posted the story about losing my BFFeline Sammy (a rescue) suddenly. Our remaining 14 year cat, Wander (another rescue), let us know it was time to get her another friend as she continued to look for Sammy at all hours. Our local shelters and fosters were a great help as I had never "shopped" for an elderly cat and was told the hardest ones to integrate are rehomed ones. In almost to the day, in June, we brought home Bix, a female tabby version of Sammy! Her family was moving to England and needed a home. And yes, a rehomed one is difficult but she is warming up to us and while the cats aren't buddies yet, they aren't fighting which is a great sign. Food/treats are a blessing in helping the rehoming! Bix really has helped us heal and is quite a character herself!

Bix's new Mom
Fayetteville, AR

Gallagher

We had just lost our sweet old Pekingese, Maggie May on Easter Sunday to thyroid cancer. I told my husband that that was it. No more pets. He disagreed. Said we have so much love to give. So I jumped on Petfinder and started my search. 5 weeks later, I came across this boy and it was love at first sight. We filled out the adoption papers and made arrangements to drive the almost 100 miles to go get him. This boy has been a balm for our souls. He's so loving, funny and smart. Our lives are so much richer with our Gallagher. We love him so much and truthfully feel like he rescued us. We never forget our losses but we honor them by sharing our hearts and opening our home and saving a life.

Diana Davidson
Venus, TX

A Message from Bubba

March 30, 2009 I had to put my 16 year old cat, Bubba, down due to age related illness. He wasn't my first loss, but my hardest. I still had two other cats at home, including his best bud, Peek-A-Boo. June 21st, Father's Day 2009, I heard a meowing at the neighbor's back door and saw a little Grey cat howling to get in. Made a phone call to the local police to take the cat) and the the dispatched officer and I both went and asked the neighbor if it was hers. She said/denied it being hers, so the officer took the cat to his car. Cat wasn't having it and ran back to me and I ended up getting her into the car. Soon after, I am back in my bedroom with my two cats when I hear a sharp howl coming from the hallway closet. There was no mistaking who's howl it was because both cats became upset and reacted the same way (crouched/took to hiding) as the day they sniffed out his body after his passing. The howl WAS Bubba. Looked around, there were no other cats .. it WAS the spirit of Bubba. Fast forward to 6 weeks later and a call to the local shelter to see if the cat I had turned over to the police was still there. Dropped everything I was doing and adopted and brought her home. I still grieve for Bubba all the time, but I do believe he brought her to me to ease the loss.

Anonymous
Oak Park, IL

9 & 1/2 years just wasn't enough

He was on the sidewalk that Autumn day, crying all day for his mother, who never returned for him. A little ball of white, black and gray fur about 3 weeks old. We fed, bathed, cuddled, and instantly fell in love with him, and named him Puff.

How can one photo do you justice? I have pictures of you on your window perch with your legs hanging down in that goofy pose you had; on top of the piano ready to pounce on me; up in the kitchen window watching the birds; hiding in my cupboard shelves or peeking out of boxes; doing your contortions on the floor before falling asleep twisted like a pretzel; relaxing in Pap's lap while getting your neck scratched; drinking from the kitchen faucet; the evil look you gave us after every bath; playing tag with your little girlfriend Topaz. Even without photos, you are etched in our hearts. And we have the scars to prove that you could be much tougher than your name implied!!

But suddenly fluid constricted your heart and lungs. You couldn't jump or even walk well. The vet said it was beyond treating. I sang you your Puffer Kitty song (to the tune of Rubber Ducky), let you hear Pap say "Goodbye" over the phone and left so brokenhearted and empty. We miss our Puffer but had 9 &1/2 terriffic years together to remember

Bob N Sue Mortimer
Midland, PA

You're My Mommy Now!

One night in June 2000, I happened to turn my head and there she was, this little imp. She was sick, had a gooey eye, so I scooped up all 1.5lbs of her six weeks self and off we went to the emergency vet. The vet gave her a really big shot and asked if I planned to keep her. I said I would think about it, but would definitely keep her through her meds. Ha! Abigail had other plans and already decided she was staying. She easily won over the rest of the human family. She was so small and so cute. My dog, Phineas fell in love, Katina my other cat (her story is here too!) was not thrilled, but eventually came around. And Abby, well, she was running around like a little fireball when she came sliding head first into me. She looked up, I looked down and I swear if that little twerp could talk, she said, "You're my Mommy now!" I am indeed. Today marks 17 years to the day I found her. She is still going strong, has lots of adventures and is my little twerpy-twerp. I always tell her she won the cat lottery the day I found her, but I know I hit the jackpot.

Melissa
Somerset, NJ
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