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Lady Finger

To Whom It May Concern –

We found the dog you abandoned. She sat in the front yard of the vacant house on our block for three days, during one of which, it rained. But she sat there, waiting for you to return.

She sat under a tree, day and night, watching and waiting. On the third day, she seemed to recognize a car, and got up and ran toward it. Fortunately, the driver saw her, and stopped, just in time for your abandoned dog to run into the back tire of the car.

It scared her enough that when we approached her, we were able to pick her up and take her to our garage where we made a shelter for her out of a large cardboard box and some spare blankets. We fed her some cat food (we have two shelter cats) and gave her some water, and while she cowered in her new “bedroom”, she did eat and drink.

Needless to say, because we cared more about her in three days than you cared about her in the first year or two, she now has a collar with her current vaccinations and our telephone number and a microchip. She has been spayed to avoid her accidentally producing another dog that someone like you will, very likely, abandon or abuse again.

She now has a warm, comforting, loving home, with two cats to deal with, a wonderful back yard, and an indoor kennel all to herself. She loves to play catch, alternating between a baseball toy and a football toy, depending on the sports season.

Her name is Lady Finger, and she is the most important, loved dog in the entire world.

Thank you for leaving her on our street.

Anonymous
Hillsboro, TX

My Tinalina

From 1999 to 2004 I worked for a landscaper who was a foster mom for cats and kittens. In 2001 she fostered Tina, a tortishell who loved to follow me around, sit in my chair and lay on my desk. Tina was diagnosed with herpes in her right eye and needed ½ Lysene tablet and sab in her eye twice a day. Tina was 1 year old. One Friday, Jackie told me that Tina needed to go back to the Hyumane Society on Monday. I asked if I could take her home for the weekend which I did. Tina immediately got along with Baby who was 18 and looked identical to her. Monday I took her back to the Humane Society and adopted her. Two weeks later Baby went to the Rainbow Bridge. In early 2007 Tina (whose name became Tinalina) was diagnosed with FIP. In June 2007 Tinalina passed on to the Rainbow Bridge to join Baby. She was my love who I miss terribly. She is the wallpaper on my computer which will always be there. Tinalina I Love You!!

Helena Molnar
Surprise, AZ

A Malamute's Sad and Happy Story

I was involved with a no-kill group. We had a meeting at the Humane Society one evening. One of the group members mentioned that a malamute had been picked up wandering the streets, and that he was in one of the kennels in the bulding. I went to see him after the meeting. He was a four-month old beast, not house trained, chewing on everything, out of control but desperately craving human contact. I picked him up and he melted. So did I.

After being approved by the Humane Society, I took this wild creature home. I've had dogs all my life, but this one was determined to beat me. After two weeks, I was ready to take him back to the Society and forfeit my adoption fee. He wouldn't eat, he would urinate and deficate everywhere, and tore up anything in his path. Some of his history was discovered; he'd been a puppy mill puppy, and was given as a Christmas "gift" to someone who had no clue how to raise a husky. They opened their front door and kicked him out. He had wandered the streets for so long that his toenails were worn down to the pads of his feet. I decided that he needed lots of TLC, exercise and more patience than I thought I had.

Twelve years later, I said goodbye to this loving, gentle giant. A tumour in his tummy was killing him. He was the eternal puppy, and had no clue how sick he was the day he crossed the rainbow bridge, in spite of months of pain killers. Innu, I named him, after the First Nations peoples of Labrador and Quebec. I miss this guy every day, and am happy he spent his life with me.

Rosemarie Buchanan
Port Alberni, British Columba, AB, Canada

I didn't think I was ready, yet ended up with two

This is Cosmo (tuxedo) and Swizzle (tabby).

I was heartbroken when our fur baby Bailey Piper crossed the Rainbow Bridge. My husband suggested I get a new cat, but I was not ready. A month later, I volunteered at an adoptathon held by United Paws, our local cat rescue society. At the end, the foster parents were taking the cats who hadn't been adopted home. A tiny kitten named Mo had wedged himself between the litter box and food bowl in his cage. His litter mates and mom had been adopted and he was all alone shivering. His foster mother had a family emergency and said she couldn't pick him up. I removed him from the cage to comfort him. He eventually nestled in and fell fast asleep. I held him for over 3 hours before his foster mom picked him up. On the way home, I realized I had bonded with him.

My husband and I decided to adopt a 2nd kitty along w/ Mo. We had an older cat and wasn't sure he would like Mo. We felt Mo should have a playmate. Mo was the runt of his litter, so I began looking at United Paws webpage for another runt. I located Evelyn. She was 10 days younger than Mo and also extremely small. She too was the only one in her litter who hadn't been adopted. I contacted Mo and Evelyn's foster parents for a meeting to see if the kitties would get along. They immediately snuggled together and fell asleep. I adopted them together. Once home, they were renamed Cosmo and Swizzle.

They are now 3-years old and still great friends. They get along well w/ our older cat, Crook, too. Cosmo is our wild child, climbing everything and demanding snuggles at the most inappropriate times (generally while on the toilet). Swizzle is our sweet petite, weighing just 7 lbs. She loves playing fetch, attacking 12 lb. Cosmo and 25 lb. Crook, and being a lap cat.

I can't imagine my life w/out them and am thankful every day for United Paws adoption.

Wendy Gnau
Lincoln City, OR

He fell in to my life

This is Crook. My coworker and I were on a walk during our lunch hour when we heard faint, but frantic meowing. We followed the sound and saw a kitten dangling from a tree high above the main road in town. She stopped traffic while I stood below the tree branch. The kitten fell safely in to my arms. We returned to work and I placed him in one of our exam rooms (I worked for a doctor) until days end, then took him home. I posted his photo in the paper, called the local vet and animal control to see if he was lost. When no one claimed him my husband and I decided to keep him. We named him Crook because he looked like he was wearing a robbers mask, had a crook in his tail, and stole our hearts.

He is now 12-years old and still an amazing cat. He continues to suckle himself to sleep, either on my husbands arm or my neck. He is extremely vocal, playful, strong and smart. He is our big boy weighing in at 25 lbs. He is an indoor kitty (because we live where there are coons and coyotes) but loves going for long walks when the weather is nice. I leash trained him so we go out a lot. All of our neighbors know him, and he trots up to them chattering away for loves. He even will go on walks w/ the local dogs, who he's befriended, and vice versa.

I can't imagine my life w/out him and am so thankful that he literally dropped in to my life.

Wendy Gnau
Lincoln City, OR

GOD was Listening

When my little Pomeranian Foxy Lady died from a pit bull that a man had taught to fight. I was praying for her to live. Unfortunately, she died instantly, I never thought I could love another dog like I loved her. The other dog was put to sleep since he could not be trained not to fight. Even that dog's death did not help my grief for my lost companion. You see Foxy Lady was born on my wedding anniversary and was given to me on Valentines Day. I felt she was my love child. My husband and children searched for another Pomeranian but were unable to find any that we could afford. Then one night I had a dream that I would get another dog and call her Baby. A few weeks later my daughter called to tell me a friend of hers Poodle had puppies and she had one female puppy that was curly haired and o so cute. I said I would think about it and my daughter surprised me the next weekend with the puppy. I fell in love with her and called her Baby. My daughter said that's what her friend called her. I then asked when she was born and I then figured out when she was conceived, I then realized that God did hear my prayers. Baby was conceived on the day I buried Foxy Lady and she was the only female in the litter and was not like any of the other puppies. She has been my constant companion and I thank God for her every day.

Anonymous
Lawrence, KS

Sylvie-the cat with 3 lives! Always a cat, next a caterpillar and then a butterfly----

Lost my beloved Cookie & needed a friend for Missy, who missed her brother. Off to Petco, looking for the saddest cat we could find to give a good home & there was Sylvie-a lost soul who was a mess. The previous dastardly-owners kept breeding her & she was one pathetic girl-had giardia & was in terrible shape-but my sweet girl went from being the caterpillar into the butterfly- a beautiful 12 pound long-haired girl-in her forever home.

ayn silverman
new york, NY

Who's That?

This Harry. HIs brother Antonio had just returned from the vets, and was recovering from abdominal surgery. Antonio was still wobbly and wearing a surgical cone. Harry was very confused about who was this stranger in his house! This picture captures his shock and awe. :)

Anonymous
bushkill, PA

I didn't need another cat...

I had 3 kitty girls, all rescues adopted from local shelters. But I saw on the humane society’s web page that 2 little tortoiseshell sisters were going to their adoption center at Petsmart. I don’t know why, but I felt the sudden need to go see them. I was at work and had to get someone to cover for me so I could drive down. I ended up having to sit and wait because they hadn’t even arrived yet. But when they did the little 2 month old girls were adorable. I ended up choosing the one that was a little bit fuzzier and had to stop by the office to show her to my coworkers on the way home. However when I got her home one of my older girls hated her and kept trying to attack her. I had to keep them separated for a month, doing the site swapping and feeding on each side of a door. Finally it got to be too much so I put them both in the bedroom, holding a squirt bottle in 1 hand and a dangling toy in the other for distraction. After 30 minutes they were both OK. The baby is a year old now and rules the house. But I didn’t need another cat….

Janice Walden
Prescott Valley, AZ

When a Cat Adopts You...

When you adopt a cat, every day is amazing. You get to interact with a small, furry, childlike person who may speak a very different language, but who definitely understands love.

The same is true when a cat adopts you.

Four years ago, during a small summer barbecue in the backyard, my family was adopted. A tiny, severely malnourished, sweet gray cat with a loud voice frightened my young daughter and chased her across the lawn. "It's just a cat!" we shouted reassuringly - whereupon she turned around and, all innocence and eagerness, chased the little gray cat back across the lawn. Eventually we got it all sorted out over a hamburger slider.

The little gray cat clearly needed help. She was far too thin, her paws were ragged, and her ear crinkled with injury and rehealed. She had no microchip or identification. For weeks, all she did was eat ravenously (that hamburger was gone in seconds) and sleep. But after lots of care, good food, and love, she woke up - and turned into a healthy and active young cat.

Today Jazzi is a mischievous, playful, loving member of the family. She still loves to eat, but she also loves to be brushed, plays endlessly with paper and cardboard, and considers the bath mat her personal property. She pokes fun at the other cats, too, which is a good thing; they need a little waking up every now and again.

Sure we rescued her. She wouldn't have survived much longer on the streets. But she added something sweet and irreplaceable to our family as well. We wouldn't be the same without her.

We're so grateful to have been adopted.

N.B.
Rain City, WA
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