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This is my Darling little rescued kitty Misty. She is a wild kitten who's mommy was sadly run over. I found this beautiful bundle of joy hiding in the shrubs in my garden and just couldn't resist her little face, and immediately took her in. She has been bottle feed and loved from day one. She is the most affectionate cat ever and loves hugs, kisses and tummy rubs. She is my little ray of sunshine & makes me smile every day when I get home & I couldn't imagine my life without her. She truly is a gift from God.
This is my little nonsense, Pyra. Rescued from the SPCA in Tzaneen (4 hrs from Johannesburg) by my sister. This picture is so apt as she is such a fiesty little girl and is so full of life and love - she is now 5 yrs old and lives very happily with my husband and I and our other 3 beautiful cats.
This sweet little guy is such a "Momma's Boy!' I adopted him from the Chicago Heights Humane Society, IL in 2007, when he was just a little baby...
When I first held him, I knew that I had to have him! That was on Sat. 2-10-2007. I was told that he & his brother were found tied in a pillowcase, on the front lawn of the Shelter.
After filling the proper papers & consulting with a rep of the Shelter, they gave me the OK to be his new 'life long Mommy.' But, 1st he had to go to the Vet to be 'fixed' before I could take him home. I was supposed to get him from the Vet's on Tues, Feb. 13th, but we had a nasty blizzard hit us here in NW Indiana that day and I couldn't possibly make it the 30 some miles to the doc's to get him! The next day, (Valentine's Day), my boyfriend gave me $80.00 & drove me there to bring him home! I just couldn't wait to hold him, again!
I have an older kitty, Kiwi, about 3 yrs old, then & fixed, that is a total 'diva', and as soon as KC came home she suddenly 'grew feathers!' & hid on top of the cabinets! (What a chicken!)
We had to work out some 'sharing issues' with KC, but, now they are 'busom buddies'!
The last inch & half end of KC's tail was at some time broken, but the fluffyness of his fur hides it, although, I wish I could do the same to who ever is responsible.
It's taken a while, but, he loves giving head buts & he wants an opposible thumb!
Yeah! That's my KC Dia! :-) & I luv him & Kiwi, too!
We had adopted Diego, a small black Chihuahua, at 7mos from Napa Animal Shelter, and had him only 13 months when he passed away unexpectedly. I was devastated and missed him so much, I went back to the shelter having already picked out another dog. BUT, when we saw Wiley his little snaggle tooth "snagged" us! There was a short time when we were trying to decide if we would keep Wiely or not. We found out the hard way that he suffers from seizures and after careful deliberation we decided to give Wiley as good a life as possible and hope for the best. As you can see, (and with meds) Wiley is doing just fine. Wiley Coyote is part Chihuahua-Terrier(orist). You can see why we call him that by the picture (October 2010). Home from work one day, he didn't meet me at the door as normal. I found Wiley in his bed chewing his green football up. Then he saw me and bingo, photo op! It's hard to be mad at that face. Wiley has quite the personality and his antics keep us in stitches.
When I met Dash for the first time and took him into the quiet room at the pound, he went to a corner underneath a table, sat and simply shook as he looked out the window. It was heart breaking seeing how frightened he was. He didn't make a sound the entire time. Getting him to come out from underneath the table was no easy feat. But eventually he did. I had him sitting in my lap petting him knowing all along he was the one I wanted to adopt. Its an amazing feeling when you "connect" with a pet, they really do become a part of your family. I don't know much about him as the pound found him running the streets and classified him as a stray. But now Dash has a forever home where he gets lots of love and attention, is well fed; has a buddy (golden retriever, who he bonded with right away) to hang out with during the day and seems to be adapting to his new surroundings quite well. He is already house broken and leash trained. He is still a bit skittish, but getting much better. He follows me around as I get ready for work and is extremely excited to see me when I come home. He is an absolute blessing and I couldn't be more pleased to have him around. If you want a loyal friend for life, visit your local pound and save a life by adopting a pet, you won't be disappointed you did ...
This little eight week old kitten was hanging on to a dead branch of a tree that went straight up approximately sixty feet. The fire department that was a stones throw away refused to assist the little guy. It was Halloween Sunday and no one could be reached that had a bucket truck.
This poor kitten hung to the branch for over seven hours until it was dark outside and he fell to the ground. We tried to catch him but couldn't. He ran into the woods and was trapped two days later. He was so happy to be back with his mommy and siblings in a nice warm house.
He is currently in a foster home waiting to find a family that will give him plenty of love and keep him out of trees. (-:
I adopted Sir Lancelot on October 4, 1999, he was abused and badly beaten. At first he was a scared little boy, but he became an amazing man. After coming into my life he brought so much joy and love to my entire family. I love when he howls and swims across the river in Estes Park. I am truly blessed to have Lance in my life. I love him with my whole heart and soul. My Sir Lancelot went home to heaven on October 17, 2010. He is truly missed!
Meet “Alley.” In 1997 Alley was in my backyard everyday and would run anytime I would go outside. I put food & water out for her everyday and eventually she would sit at the door wall and watch in the house. After a month she finally let me touch her so I made her part of our family. She was flea infested and I noticed her front paw & jaw were crooked. The vet said she must have been hit by a car because the x-rays of her arm & jaw were previously broke but healed on their own. 14 years later she traveled with us to our cabin along with our other 2 fur “rescue” children. Unfortunately on 10/18/10 Alley passed away from kidney failure. Alley is my “Angel” and I am so glad she chose me to be her human and is deeply missed. The picture is Alley watching “Ice Ages.” Rescue a pet . . . they are the best!!
They aren't "in love" but they respect one another. My cat Winston was thrown away in a dumpster when he was about 4 weeks old. Someone heard a little "mew" and there he was. I saw his story online and immediatley called and went to see him. He came running up to me and climbed my jeans...that was it, he was mine. My little poodle Maddie was also from online. She had spent the first 3 years of her life in a backyard hoarder/breeder puppymill. She was a puppy maker. When I first brought her home she was scared to death and afraid of her own shadow, going outside, going for walks and grass! She's very very happy and content now and the sweetest personality I've ever seen on a dog. We are a happy family.
I got a phone call at 2am from my boyfriend, telling me to bring a box to the parking lot. I ran out there & saw the tiniest black kitten. We took her inside & put some rags & a bottle filled with warm water in her box to get her through the night. The next day we went to the shelter & were told she was just 1 week old! We got formula & learned how to feed & raise her. A week later we were going back to the shelter so they could see Moochy, when one of our neighbors saw her, stopped us & said he had found one too. We took the crying, flea covered kitten & planned on leaving her at the shelter because we're only allowed to have 2 pets in our apartment and already have a dog. The lady from the shelter put some flea powder on her & said she was too little for them to take because there wasn't someone there 24 hours a day. We took Mittens home with the intention of raising her until she was off the formula & bringing her back. The poor thing had so many fleas that it took 3 "Dawn baths" & lots of flea spray & combing to get them all out. After all the time spent cleaning & feeding her & then watching her play with her sister, we knew we couldn't give her up. Now that they're 3 months old, Mittens loves to cuddle up by my neck when we sleep. Moochy is more of a loner & likes to sleep on her own for part of the night, then come & cuddle with us for the rest. I don't know what we ever did without them!