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This is my sweet petite. She's 13 and she only weighs 8 pounds because she was malnourished for the first three years of her life. I know that because she was my sister-in-law's cat. Shortly after my sister-in-law moved into a no-pets apartment, I asked her where Smokey was. She said she'd just let her out when she moved. I went searching. I found her under a tree, panting.
Over the next two years, I taught Smokey to trust that there would always be good food, clean water, and time for her. I recently marveled to a friend who is a veterinarian how sweet that small cat is, considering her start in life. She said Smokey got that sweet when gentle hands put her carefully into a soft blanket and took her away from her death under a tree and turned her into into a healthy cat. She said cats aren't stupid. Se knows you saved her life. She isn't going to give you any trouble. She's just going to try to balance the debt by loving you.
She is my best friend.
In 2001, I rescued a litter of kittens who were abandoned in a neighbors back yard. There were 5 of them, but I could only catch 4 on my first try. While the 4 recuperated from their various illnesses at the vets, I tried every day to catch the remaining kitten. Finally, two weeks later I caught him. (I also set a kindness trap for his mother, but she got out, and I never saw her again.) The kitten had a huge growth covering his eye, and the vet said he was blind in that eye. We tried for two years to save the eye, but ultimately it had to be removed. I found homes for 2 of the kittens, and keep 3. He's now 12 years old and living the happy indoor life. Booger doesn't know he's blind in one eye, and this pic shows him playing peek-a-boo.
while walking my dog Suzy(a rescue) one night I saw something move in the darkness. suddenly a cat came up to my dog and started to snuggle with her. I tried to coax him into my home but he would not come in. I left food out for him and then the next morning while walking Suzy he appeared again and then he walked along with Suzy and I. I came back home and he waited at the bottom of the stairs so I gave him food again and grabbed my camera and Suzy came down the stairs and this happened. I was determined to get him inside so I coaxed him with food and after a few days he would come in for a few minutes then leave. after about a week he decided to stay and Suzy and him are best friends now. I named him Remo after a character in a movie
When we finaly bought a house it was decided we would have a dog. I've always wanted A golden Lab and was on a mission.On one of my day off I went around in shelters and even petshops in the city without any luck.I entererd in a petshop almost at closing time,not so much to look,but to get info on where I could find a place to go to in order to find that specific breed.when I enter the petshop,way in the back...here he was!!!! I was drawn to the puppy in that cage way in the back of the store.the clerk told me that he was previously adopted by a family but their baby was allergic.it was love at first sight!We named him BUBBA (mostly because of a cop tv show I was watching at the time ). that Blond Labrador was totaly awesome...joyful,playful,lovable! and very intelligent ! all those years he passed with us ( close to 15 years ) he was faithful and gentle.When my father passed away he followed me anywhere,sitting next to me...giving me the paw almost has if he wanted to say...I know you have pain and I'm there for you.... and he did the same thing again when my mother left us in march 2010. and on march 16th 2010 I arrived home only to find him laying on top of the stairs....it was his time to go... We have other dogs now that we love and cherrish...but BUBBA will always be my main guy my friend and protector...
I lost my "big girl" Mercedes to sudden illness at the age of 12- her baby brother Cooper was inconsolable the day I returned from the vet without her. He started to become introverted and I knew he needed a brother/sister to bring him out of his shell again. One evening, I spent hours looking on petfinder.com and was drawn to a grey kitten at a local shelter. The next day, I decided to see if he was still available for adoption.
As I approached the main cat room, there was a little white and brown fluffy ball of happiness in a cage at the door - as I got closer, she crouched down in a pouncing stance, wiggled her butt just waiting for me. I got to the cage and she plopped over onto her back and let out the loudest purr I had ever heard in my life! My heart melted - I immediately asked to take her to a private room where she graced me with numerous head bumps and face rubs. The shelter worker told me Winnie (her shelter name) was 13 months old and surrendered with her litter of 5 kittens 3 weeks prior. All of her kittens were adopted out immediately.... There was no doubt in my mind that she would be coming home with me, she had me at the first butt wiggle.
It has been close to 2 years since she became part of our family; Darrby and Cooper are the best of friends - they love to play "attack" through the curtains, run around sounding like a small herd of elephants (often at 2 a.m.) and sit in the window and watch birds together. She not only brought more happiness into my life, but she also brought my Cooper out of his shell again.
I wish someone would tell me, what it is that I've done wrong.
Why I have to stay chained up and left alone so long.
They seemed so glad to have me when I came here as a pup.
There were so many things we'd do while I was growing up.
They couldn't wait to train me as a Companion and a Friend,
And told me how they'd never fear being left alone again.
The children said they'd feed me and brush me every day.
They'd play with me and walk me, if only I could stay.
But now the family "hasn't time," and say I often shed.
They do not want me in the house--not even to be fed.
The children never walk me. They always say "Not now!'
I wish that I could please them, won't someone tell me how?
All I had, you se, was love. I wish they would explain
Why they said they wanted me, then left me on a chain!
I have left many copies of this posted wherever I see stray cats or dogs. Each time I repost it, I cry all over again.
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Annie M was rescued from a high kill shelter by the good people at Lucky Dog Retreat/Rescue, Indianapolis. She was then adopted and shortly returned to them by a couple who said she "sadly didn't match their carpet." Fortunately for me she came into my life soon thereafter. This smart, sweet LabX passed her Canine Good Citizenship test first try and now has been certified as a therapy dog with Love on a Leash spreading joy to people needing canine comfort.
While serving as a U.S. diplomat in Kinshasa in 2006, I met a scrawny, skittish, big-eared pup on who lived on the banks of the Congo River. She had a grey patch on her hip where, I found out, Congolese soldiers had tried to set her on fire. The local kids threw rocks at her, and the other street dogs beat her up. Worse still, she had just had a litter and was starving. After months of trying to tempt her to me with treats (she never got closer than a few feet away), I decided to trap her. I fashioned a lasso from a dog leash and when she got close enough, I tossed it over her head. She bucked and thrashed for about 30 seconds before going completely limp. I scooped her up and drove her home (after pulling her one remaining puppy from the sewer where she'd hidden him), depositing her on my porch. She spent the next week there, on a fluffy bed with bowls of food and water, while the vet treated her for fleas and tapeworm.
Her name is Labi, short for La biche (the deer - because of her giant ears) in French, the language of Congo. Labi took to being a pet like she'd been born to the life. She was housebroken in a week and stopped trying to eat the cat in only six months. Since she left the streets, she has lived in Montreal, Canada; Washington, D.C.; and now La Paz, Bolivia. This spring, my husband and I published her autobiography, A Street Dog's Story: The Almost 100% True Adventures of Labi, and started a blog with street dog news. Labi considers herself a street dog ambassador because no one can believe such a gentle, tame creature came from such a horrible background.
By the way, Labi's puppy, Bambi, was adopted by a missionary family in Kinshasa after he was weaned. Until we moved away in 2007, he and Labi had play dates every weekend.
A friend of mine had two mama cats who had their kittens at the same time, for a total of 13 kittens. She tried to give them away, but not all of them found furever homes. she had to take the ones left to the pound (can't remember how many), anyway there was this one little runt of the bunch that the pound wanted her to sign permission to let them put it to sleep, for she was so small and sickly looking. She called me crying and I said okay I will save her, so I went to the pound the next day and saved her and we named her Lilly. She was just over a pound, so I got her took her to the vet and come to find out she had a bladder infection, and UTI. I got her the medicine, took care of her and when she was old enough we got her spayed. Now she is a healthy, beautiful big girl, 3 years old and weights about 12 lbs. She is one of my babies, for I now have 4 cats.
I was the animal service officer in Foley, Alabama when I received a call on a stormy day. I was told there was a dog in the service bay at the local Crystler dealership, so I headed out that way. It was pouring down the rain when I arrived to pick up this very large white and gray dog and once I opened the door of my truck he jumped into the passenger seat and looked at me with a look of "Are you taking me home". He was shaking and panicked from the storm and he seemed really friendly despite the fact that he was extremely under weight and dirty. He and I drove back to the PD where he had to spend four long days in a small cage. I check on him throughout my work days and then had someone at the department check on him at night. Over those four days I became really close to him and he to me and I knew that he was going to go home with me even though I had vowed not to get another after the loss of my 21 year old Flat Coat Retriever that had been part of our family since she was six months old.
My Chief gave me permission to take him home for the remainder of his 7 day stay in custody, and my kids fell in love with him. We decided that if he was not claimed that he would become part of the family. On the seventh day Maximum or Max as we call him was taken to the vet for a check up. Who ever his former owner was they were smart enough to have him neutered, but he was heart worm positive, so the long treatment process started at home. The vet told us at the time that Max was between 6-8 years old but other then the heart worms he was healthy and that was 3 years ago.
Max is not just a dog but he is family and was lucky to find his forever home with us.