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Miss Rhonda

I had been without my beloved Chesapeake Bay Retriever for almost 4 years when I finally decided it was time to start looking for another dog. My friends and family could not believe I had waited so long! I always said I will find one or one will find me when the time is right...all I knew was I wanted a resuce, a female and I would name her Rhonda. One day, while looking at a Lab rescue site, I went to the very bottom of the page and there was this beautiful white Lab and her name was Rhonda! My heart skipped a beat! I drove the next day about 3 hours to meet her and went back to pick her up 4 days later after she was spayed. Her belly hung to the ground from numerous litters with no exercise in between..she had been kept in a metal crate for approximately 3-6 years (that's how old my vet surmised she was). She was the sweetest, most gentle, mellow dog you could ever meet. I had her for 10 years until she just word out and 2 years later, I still miss her more thatn words can express. Now I'm starting to look for another puppy dog to rescue, but there will never be another Rhonda!

Suzi
Albuquerque, NM

Love Bug

I first met Rollio at the end of March when he came into the shelter I was a volunteer at. He was very depressed.  After a couple of weeks I decided he needed to be petted.  I got a fabric string toy and wrapped it around the end of the stick. I began to stroke him with it. He began to roll into it and began purring.  After a few days I finally began to pet him with my hands. 

By mid May my semester was over and I was leaving the state.  I tried to convince my mom to let me adopt him, but she told me over and over again that she did not like cats.

Over the next few months I kept thinking about Rollio.  I would check online to see if anyone had adopted him, but he was still there.  By the end of September he was still there. I emailed the shelter that week asking about him and if it was possible to adopt him for my grandparents. When I heard back they said how he had been hissy and faced the wall most of the day and because this they were going to euthanize him.  I broke down crying.  My mom broke down and my dad and her agreed.  My mom figured the worst that would happen would be that we would get him home and he would be mean and we would have to put him down ourselves.

It did not take long for him to adjust.  He knew he was home. He loves us petting him.  It has been almost five years now and he has grown so much. He is obsessed with my dad and my mom even has grown to love him (and all the other cats we have since gotten).

Amanda
Marlton, NJ

Love Bug

I first met Rollio at the end of March when he came into the shelter I was a volunteer at. He was very depressed.  After a couple of weeks I decided he needed to be petted.  I got a fabric string toy and wrapped it around the end of the stick. I began to stroke him with it. He began to roll into it and began purring.  After a few days I finally began to pet him with my hands. 

By mid May my semester was over and I was the state.  I tried to convince my mom to let me adopt him, but she told me over and over again that she did not like cats.

Over the next few months I kept thinking about Rollio.  I would check online to see if anyone had adopted him, but he was still there.  By the end of September he was still there. I emailed the shelter that week asking about him and if it was possible to adopt him for my grandparents. When I heard back they said how he had been hissy and faced the wall most of the day and because this they were going to euthanize him.  I broke down crying.  My mom broke down and my dad and her agreed.  My mom figured the worst that would happen would be that we would get him home and he would be mean and we would have to put him down ourselves.

It did not take long for him to adjust.  He knew he was home. He loves us petting him.  It has been almost five years now and he has grown so much. He is obsessed with my dad and my mom even has grown to love him (and all the other cats we have since gotten).

Amanda
Marlton, NJ

Ferguson, my soul cat.

Ferguson, now 8 years old was at a small reacue that let cats roam around the small pet store area they had. I walked in, not really looking to adopt. A small grey tabby just followed me everywhere I went. I picked him up to give him love, he fell asleep in my arms and came home the next day.

I'am an over the road truck driver and Iraq Veteran with PTSD. Ferguson rides with me all over the country and looks after me when I have anxiety. He is the greatest friend a human could have.

He has a nose for mischief and is always there to make me laugh. He has been to 48 states and 2 Canadian Provinces. He is the most travelled cat around. He even got to write letters to a class of children talking about his travels on the road.

Of all the people that went in and out of that store, he chose me to be his companion. I'm blessed to have been picked.

Rob Goodall
Amherst, OH

An abandoned kitten called "Potatoe"

In August 2013, my friend called us to say that his dogs had found a kitten abandoned by its' mother in his backyard and would we be interested in adopting it. I drove over and picked up a cardboard box with this tiny tortoiseshell kitten that was about 4 weeks old and covered in dog slobber. On the drive home she never made a sound. She just stared at me intently with these little blue eyes. She promptly crawled out of the box and hid behind a bookcase when I brought her in. I coaxed her out and fed her some wet food and cleaned her up. The next day she had her first vet visit and, except for some fleas, she was in perfect health.

I was going through some severe family/personal issues at the time and having this tiny little life to care for kept me from spiraling completely down the drain. No matter how depressed I was, she was dependent upon me to take care of her and I couldn't just stay in bed. I named her "Potatoe" (long story) and she bonded to me very hard and very fast. I was her whole world. She never left my side and she loved me unconditionally. She likes my wife and daughter just fine but when I hold her, she purrs so hard she starts to chirp. It's adorable!

She is now 2 1/2 years old and the little blue eyes have changed to greenish yellow but I am still her whole world and she is mine. When I go to sleep she curls up in my lap and when I wake up she is laying next to me.

I don't know who needed the other one more but I know neither of us would be here if we hadn't found each other.

David White
Corinth, TX

R2 finds a home

I had 3 cats already. I called them my old ladies, since Maggie was 14 and Rosie and Sam were 10. I had no interest in getting another cat. Then on Halloween Eve I went to a party at a friend's house. There was a tuxedo kitten, probably 6-8 months, outside her door. He was obviously starving and the smell of the bar-be-que must have been driving him crazy as he sat at the door and yowled, trilled and cried. They kept trying to shoo him away, but he wasn't going anywhere. My friend told me some neighbors had recently moved and that is when the kitten started hanging around so we figured they had left him behind.

When I left, he followed me to my car, still yowling and making a funny little trilling type meow. I know it was the leftovers I was carrying. But something in me knew I couldn't leave him. He hadn't been alone long and I was afraid hunger and loneliness would drive him feral and he would never find a home. So I scooped him up and put him in my car. He rode on my shoulder the whole way home, purring in my ear. Once home, I left him in my enclosed porch and brought him some food that he inhaled like someone was going to take it from him. I made him a warm comfy bed out there and swore I would find him a home.

Two weeks later, after I'd had him checked out by a vet and neutered, my mother told me "You know you're going to keep him." and she was right. On her suggestion, I named him Roman the Second after my previous tuxedo male who went to the bridge in 2013. I call my new boy R2, and yes, that is totally a Star Wars reference. R2 has made himself right at home, he sleeps on my pillow at night and loves playing with his big sister Rosie. His little trilling meow makes me smile and I know I found him the right home after all.

Amy
Jacksonville, FL

My Little Princess

I wanted a dog for years but put off getting one. I had a few amazing ones when I was little and always had a soft spot for them. Fall of 2014 I finally started looking. But I couldn't find one that fit. My friend recommended going to a local event to see what was available. I almost didn't go because it was raining and the event was in a park. I am so glad I did! Princess was the second dog I looked at that day. She was a 3 year old Miniature Schnauzer. She looked at me with her brown eyes and I knew. Families passed her up that day because she had a bit of a kennel cough and her fur was shaved really short because of the condition she was in when they rescued her. They have no idea what they passed up! From the moment I brought Princess home, she had my heart. She is the sweetest little girl. She loves attention and giving kisses. She howls to say hello to everyone she meets. She has the classic Miniature Schnauzer stubbornness but she is very well trained and highly intelligent. I don't know what I would do without my little girl. Everyone who meets her loves her. My Princess will always be the queen of her castle in my eyes! The picture is of the first day I got her and a recent picture. You can see the difference love makes!

Laura Harless
Orlando, FL

Mulder & Mara

We are Mulder the tabby & Mara the Siamese!! We were rescued from the Visalia, California SPCA Via our first foster mom & the wonderful people at the Visalia SPCA. We joined our forever home as foster babies on March 25th 2016 at 5 weeks old, a day after our new parents' 4th wedding anniversary! Our adoption will be legal in mid-April when we turn 8 weeks old!! We are very Spoiled & love our new parents & the 2 older kitties who have taken us under their wing! We are still getting to know the doggy but he loves us too!! Our mom, who made an almost 5-hour round trip to get us, even works for a vet, where we get all our care!! We scored!!! 💖💙

Jennifer Almason
Modesto, CA

Harley & Charlie

I didn't have cats. I never really told anyone but its because at 5yrs old our blue point siamese was mauled by a dog & crawled home into my lap and died. Years later I met my now ex-fiance & she had this amazing orange tabby named ozzy who won my heart. He would ignore the family when they'd call him in at night but always came right to me. He mysteriously died one day & it broke our hearts. A few months later I just so happened to turn off the central air & open windows. I saw a car whip through the parking lot next door & open its door and speed off. I heard crying that sounded like a kitten. I went to the window & started doing "kitty calls", the sounds got closer & followed me window to window all the way to the back door which I opened. She ran in the door she was all tiny, blue gray, & mind numbingly cute. Her fur was super short & soft like a chinchilla. Meowing her head off she clawed her way up onto my shoulder meowing in my ear. I held her, pet her, calmed her down & gave her tuna which she wolfed down. I crafted a makeshift litterbox & did a midnight run to go buy her litter. I named her HarleyQuinn. She's the funniest, strangest little cat. She plays fetch, tries to steal all my food, takes baths & she is the most vocal little kitty ive ever met. She came to me in a really rough time & has since helped me through even rougher times: depression, an endless barrage of lost loved ones, being cheated on by my fiance of 6yrs, bouts of poor health. 3months later my boy orange tabby "bones" wandered into our lives after being abandoned. Harley, Bones & i even rescued and re-homed 3other kitties. She's always by my side through thick & thin. Follows me everywhere, even when I take a bath lol. Im so greatful she rescued me <3 >^.^<

Charlie
Hudson, OH

We Took In a Whole Family

We lost our last kitty after 18 yrs. In our 70s, we decided we shouldn't adopt again. However, we were asked to "just look at" a family of 3, and were quickly presented with a Calico mama and two Tuxedo babies, 6 mos. old, who had been born at the clinic after mama was rescued in the wild. Our vet would let them go only as a family.The boy had a badly deformed leg from birth. Their only chance was probably to become mousers on a ranch. She wouldn't let that happen. What to do? Well, she knew us well. She said she would amputate the boy's leg as it would bother him badly as an adult, and they had their shots, and were all neutered.

So, home with us they went to meet their new siblings, a Bijon and a Cocker who took to them immediately. Gypsy (Mama) was cautious. Rovena ("Veena"), the pretty girl on the left, is a "born to be wild" baby coming in for food, short reassuring cuddles and to sleep with us at night; oh, and to yell about her adventures in the neighborhood. Bandit grew to a handsome, long-haired (with white guard hairs), boy with round, expressive eyes, and the best purr we've ever heard. He was a big. bold, cuddly boy who quickly made himself boss of the "hood", climbing trees and jumping fences with his three strong legs and letting any foreign cat know that they were not welcome. He was heart-breakingly lost to FIP. He is sorely missed by all. Mama Gypsy taught both of them the "ropes" of outside living such as catching mice, dodging cars, and strong self-defense. Gypsy took her time to be sure that this home and family was indeed going to be permanent, and after making sure her remaining baby was safe, she is now the most relaxed and domesticated feline we've ever had. While Veena screams out her tales of the day, Gypsy "chats" softly, telling us what she wants or just saying hello. They're a treasure we might have missed.

Jesse Farmer-Lowell
Salmon, ID
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