no spam, unsubscribe anytime.
Our most inspiring stories come from you, our clickers. We love hearing about your rescued, adopted, beloved pets. Please click the button below to share your story with the world!
After we moved into our mobile home and could have a small dog my son and I went to the local shelter to look for a chihuahua. We just loved my niece's little dog and wanted on like her. As we looked around my son spotted a fluffy orange dog. The dog was so sweet and seemed to instantly attach himself to my son and me. I, however, found a female chihuahua I liked, but the little orange dog stayed in my mind.We went to see an attendant and were able to spend time with the little orange dog. The other dog needed surgery so wouldn't be available for adoption. We had to enter a lottery for the cute little orange dog. At the end of May I received a call that we won the lottery. On June 1st I went and picked him up while my son was at school. At first he was timid and everything scared him. He was quick to snap at people, but he loved us. I began walking him early in the morning before work, then I went home at lunch everyday to take him for a walk, he had another walk when I got home from work and one before going to bed. It took several years before he calmed down and wasn't as scared of everything. My sister-in-law had said he was like the dog Tramp in Lady in the Tramp because he had no manners and bit people when afraid.
We named him Skip because my son liked the movie, "My Dog Skip". Skip is now 14 and has developed kidney disease. He still seems very happy, but needs extra care. It breaks my heart that someday soon my sweet little pup will no longer be with us. Until that day we will treat him like a prince.
We rescued a tiny calico kitten in 2013. She was starving and covered in fleas. We took her home, named her Sassypants and she became part of our family, along with another cat, a dog, and a house rabbit. Her first visit to the vet was not good. He was concerned about some sores she had in her mouth. She got an antibiotic shot along with the vaccinations and off we went back home. About 4 weeks later we had to go back and get another shot. This went on for a couple months. Sassy didn't gain a lot of weight and her fur kept getting thinner. We finally found out she had Autoimmune Disease. Then the vet decided to try something different. She got a steroid shot this time. It worked better, lasted longer but like before, when the shot wore off her sores were back. Finally, when Sassy was 1 year old she was healthy enough to be spayed. That surgery was a miracle for her. 3 months later she had gone from a scrawny 6 lbs to a hefty 16 lbs and had the longest, softest coat of fur and full plumed tail. She had energy and good health for the first time in her short life and she made up for it. It was so good to see her fly through the house playing and being a happy cat. Her good health didn't last long though, back to the vet for another shot. This went on for another year and in November 2015, when Sassy was 2, she went over the rainbow bridge from a sudden heart attack. We take solace in the fact that at least we gave her 2 years she wouldn't have had as a stray and she was very loved. Goodbye sweet girl, we will always miss you. Autoimmune Disease does terrible things to people and pets alike, so please let people know about it.
It was a warm day in December and my brother starts calling out "Mama, there is a bob cat in our yard!!" Everyone goes to the window, to our disappointment (or relief depending on who you ask), it was not a bob cat, but a pretty large tabby.
Over the next few weeks this cat would come to our porch to eat however he was skittish and afraid of humans. One day he came at his normal afternoon feeding time, not putting pressure on one of his back legs. It was broken and from that point, my family knew he was our newest fur baby.
We called Animal Control to help us catch him and get him to our vet. This was a big mistake. They took him off saying that he would be looked at by their vet and they would give us a call, there was no call.
We called them the next day and they had no cats matching that description, they only had a feral cat that would be put down by the next day. My older sister called right back and posed as a high schooler doing a paper. When we arrived, the director fought with us and told us that this cat would never be normal, he couldn't be friendly and our vet would never treat him. However, we could take home his ashes.
In a fury, we called our vet and she would look at him and would be happy to treat him. We got him from their clutches and rushed him to our vet and his savior! He had the worst break our vet had ever seen and his leg had to be amputated. He got the works on his three day vet visit.
For the first few months, Totoro would hide, hiss, swat and spit at anyone who got to close, but we couldn't blame him for being scared. Three years later and he is the sweetest, playful and most loving cat. He is very vocal and lets everyone know when he wants attention. All you need is love and patience.
This is Charlie and Lizzie....
In 2013 I had to let my most loved Kanga leave for the Rainbow Bridge. I was devastated and didn't know what to do. Not more than 2 weeks later, I knew she was telling me it was okay to bring new love into our home. That is when I found Charlie and Lucy.
Within a day, Charlie made my house his home and stole my heart. It wasn't as easy for Lucy; unbeknownst to her rescuer and me, the stress made a respiratory infection much worse, she wouldn't eat or drink and her purr was barely audible. Her rescuer promised that wasn't her, but having watching Kanga decline, and their identical appearances, I couldn't do it. A few weeks later her rescuer called and told me she'd made a remarkable recovery, was I willing to try again? Sure, knowing that Charlie needed a companion. From the minute Lucy (now known as Lizzie, aka Elizabeth Bennett) entered the house, my world was whole again. She and Charlie instantly regained their bond and tore through the house as if they'd never been apart.
Three years later, we live in our new forever home together, dependent on each other. Charlie and Lizzie still tear through the house, loving the slickness of tile. If I can't get them to cuddle together, one of the is always with me. We found out early on Lizzie is deaf, but all she has to is let out a cry and Charlie comes running. I know Kanga sent these two souls to me; Charlie - to let me know, joy and play is the best of life and Lizzie - because she knew I had the love for this sweet girl. I didn't rescue them, they rescued me.
My daughters gymnastics teacher found our beautiful cat Pearl dumped outside the gymnastics center when she was 8 weeks old. She caught her and gave her to us.
My daughter wanted to name her Clifford but I said no we can't name her after a big red dog. So she thought about it for around 5 or 10 minutes and said "I know Pearl is a girls name" and so our Pearlfect cat she became.
She is an extremely grumpy cat who has this horrible screech when ever she is unhappy which is very often. She is extremely skittish and not a fan of being around new people at all. I have taken her to the vet and tried Jackson Galaxies Spirit Remedies to try and calm her grumpiness and nothing has worked she is just a grump bug. The last vet I took her to about her behavior said that is just who she is and she is perfectly healthy so don't mess with success.
Despite all the screeching and grumpiness she can be very loving and cuddly with me and my daughter. She has moved all over the country with us first from Georgia to North Carolina, then from North Carolina to Iowa and more. People who meet her often ask how I can put up with her because of her screeching and attitude. My answer is always the same: She is family and you don't get rid of family over some small behavior issues! Despite her imperfections; to us she is perfect and we wouldn't want her any other way! We have had her for an amazing 6 years so far and will continue to love her as long as she lives!
No one can say for certain what Victoria's life was like before she was dropped at a high-kill shelter in California, but given her condition it couldn't have been a good one. She was suffering from back-end paralysis, has a severe deformity to her front leg likely due to congenital defect or malnutrition, and her body showed signs of having been used as a breeding dog for much of her life.
It's been a year since she came into rescue with Funds For Pets. She now walks, no longer braces to be hit when being punished, and has fewer and fewer night terrors. She's also had a cancer scare, lost her sight, struggles with hearing, can't always find her food even when placed inches from her nose, and as a result of her medication has some weight issues. Because her doctors can't find anything to explain why this is happening, they've suggested she have an MRI done.
While we wait, I find myself often thinking about the post in which I was first introduced to her. The headline read ".....thousands of likes, hundreds of shares, but not one donation to save her life". I had never been a dog lover. I'd never given a donation to a dog's cause and might not have had I not received a cheque I'd been waiting on for four years just that very morning. It was not my intention to ever meet or know this dog. But I was just so moved by her plight, I couldn't let her leave this world without knowing her life mattered to at least someone.
Despite everything she's been through, Victoria never stops wagging her tail. She is so happy and I'm lucky I get to be her mom. I'm grateful to Funds For Pets and all the wonderful people who dedicate their time and energy to the rescue. Their efforts to raise funds for her medicine, acupuncture, MRI says everyday, "Victoria's life matters to me". It means everything to me.
While visiting Florida we experienced a major down pour of rain for a long period of time one night while we were out to dinner. When my partner and I returned to the condo, we heard distressed crying coming from the bushes. It was the sound of kittens. I tried to find them in the pouring rain but was having no luck, but wasn't ready to give up. Finally through the pouring rain, I was able to locate one kitten and ran him into get warmed and dried off. I went back out and didn't hear anymore cries but decided to look further as I thought I had heard two kitties. Finally, I saw her she was laying face down in the water and was lifeless. I scouped her up and took her in, she was barely hanging on, but finally started coming around. We searched for the mother, but it was to no avail. Being concerned for these two little babies, I took them to the vets to make sure that they were okay. Thankfully, the vet said they were doing good. Being an animal lover, and after getting clearance from the vet, we decided to drive back to New York with them. It was my intention to rehab them and get them the necessary things they needed and them finding them their forever homes. That was three weeks ago and today they are romping and playing and following me around when I let them out of their nursery, which consists of a play pen with a cover......I can only imagine what would have happened to these babies if my partner and I hadn't pulled up when we did. The only thing I am sure of, they bring us joy and we love them to bits and they have their forever home and that is with us.
There's a local neighbor lady, she speaks Spanish and I don't, but I always greet her when she's out feeding the local strays. One day she'd already left the food out and the cats were eating, but there was an extra little white kitten I'd never seen before. I make noises at the cats in hopes that some of them are friendly. Unfortunately after they hear it-they freeze and then run off.
This time was different. Even though this kitten was already walking away from the feeding area, I made the noises... She froze.. I did it again.. She turned around and ran towards me.
She looks so dirty in this picture, and she clearly had fleas, but she was so incredibly sweet. I knew she couldn't possibly be a feral cat, so I took her home. (There was a small tiff, and I got a few scratches before I wrapped her in my new jacket)
She got a bath (and I got a few more scratches...but no bites), the next day she (and my roommate's and my own cat) got flea meds, and I bought a flea comb to get as many out right away. I wish I could post more pictures so you could see how good she looked after her bath. She stayed in my room with my cats litter box, and the door closed so they didn't fight. She stayed there for a few days because I didn't have a car to take her anywhere.
That Sunday I took her to my vet.
She was microchipped.
Her name was Ash (because the two grey spots on her head looked like ash-Wednesday marks- they weren't dirt.).
She was missing for two months, and that day she got to go home.
She got to go home, because her owners got her chipped.
Please chip your pets.
May 2016, inspecting oilfield pipes and equipment, we noticed a small hedgehog which was soaked with crude oil and its body was stuck to the ground. The hedgehog could not move from its place and was dying. Just a fast beat pulse was its sole sign of being alive. Its better to put it to sleep, my friend said. But I couldnt do that. So I decided to do my best to save him. I took it softly. When we returned to the office, he almost had no vital signs. I started to clean him using Hand Cleaner and a toothbrush to remove the oil from his body, but oil concentration was very high and the cleaner did not work well. After researching the internet about home remedies to rid the body of animals soaked with oil, we realized that the best material is edible vegetable oil to do so. It not only has no danger, but also is so effective. The difficult harsh point about our hero was that according to his nature, he rolled into a tight spiny ball as soon as being touched and did not allow us to clean his body. So, I had no choice to put him in a bathtub to make him unrolled. That day, I put on my work clothes and it was little money in my pocket. Most edible oil prices were slightly higher than my money. I found a cheaper one at last. It was very hot that day (about 100°F) and I desired a cold beer, but I recalled hedgehog which needed to be washed after edible oil massage (:D). So, a baby shampoo took the rest of my money instead of cold beer. Finally, after 4 hours of effort I could almost remove the oil from his body. The result was amazing as he got up and started to run happily. It was there that my fatigue vanished and I felt cheerful that I could rescue him. He showed great stability and resistance to survive. So I decided to put his name Tenacious.
I grew up in Joplin Mo-the f5 tornado that hit there in 2011 broke my heart. I wanted to help in some way and decided to adopt a dog that was homeless after that tornado. I went to petfinder and searched on Joplin. I found a sweet terrier mix who was found RAL after the event. She was pregnant when she was found and had given birth to her pups in a wonderful prison program to rehab strays and homeless dogs. I went to the prison to meet her and she was darling! As soon as her pups were weaned she was ready to come home with me and all her pups were adopted too! Her name is June and she is my funny, one ear up, one ear down Joplin homie! She has been a perfect fit in our family and we love her dearly. Adopt!!! It's the gift that keeps on giving!