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My sweet little Yuki

I just adopted a new kitten, Yuki (Japanese for "snow," since he is a Siamese/Snowshoe mix and part white). I don't have a photo yet...

He was in foster care overseen by a rescue organization called Finding Fido in Phoenix. I found him on His profile described him as very mellow and loving, and I thought he would be a good personality fit with my "established" cat, Murray (a laid-back 7- to 8-year-old Siamese).

I inquired about Yuki (called "Friedrich" by the rescue organization), but was told that he was spoken-for - he would be adopted on Saturday, Oct. 23. But on the 23rd, I got a call that the "adopter" never showed up, so "Friedrich" was still available. I went to check him out, hold him, and pet him, and I took him home. Things just fell into place for me - must have been meant to be.

Though very shy and skittish at first, Yuki has made himself right at home. While his profile had described him as not very playful, he has had a ball playing with Murray's toys (which are now Yuki's, too). He has come to love being petted by and cuddling with me. He is a real sweetheart. I couldn't be happier with him.

As I write this, Murray and Yuki are still going through the "introduction" process. Murray is a bit jealous, as is to be expected after six years of him being an only cat, very closely bonded to me. But he seems to be coming around. Knock on wood! Murray just has to realize that I can love him just as much as I always have, but have room to love little Yuki, too.

Jennifer Bach
Scottsdale, AZ


A mama and her four kittens moved into our old dog house under our deck. Because we have a large territorial German Shepherd usually a mother will move them out within a couple of days. This one was here for the long haul. We decided to keep them and had them all fixed so the cycle of unwanted cats would stop. They are a source of infinite joy to us and our dog. One of the kittens actually adopted her and shadows her everywhere hence his name; Shadow. She has even started to teach him to be a watch cat! You don't have to go to a shelter to adopt unwanted animals sometimes they just find you.

Nancy Peklicz
Wheeling, WV

Alban from the Albany Hoard

A hoard of 40+ cats were rescued by Safehaven in Albany, OR. I had been wanting a second cat, so I went to the shelter to get another cat, thinking I would help make room for the rescued hoard by picking one of the non-hoard cats that had been there a while. As I looked around, the volunteers pointed out Alban, saying he was the first of the hoard healthy enough for adoption. He was at least 2 years old, but was was only 4 pounds, he smelled awful, his fur was scraggly, his eyes were weepy, and his breath was terrible. He was energetic and friendly, though. And he reminded me of my previous cat who passed at the ripe old age of 19. He was so pitiful. I couldn't resist. I took him home. He was playful like a kitten and desperate for attention, but he wiggled like an eel if I tried to pick him up and hold him. My first cat detested him, so I had to keep him separate. He would come right to me whenever I entered his room, and would climb into my lap. I nursed his various infections and spent a few minutes every day trying to pick him up and hold him. Now, a year later, he's almost 9 pounds, cute as a button, and loves to snuggle. He sleeps right next to me every night, and sometimes even wriggles under the covers. And I can always count on him to rub his nose on my nose or pat my cheeks to wake me up in the morning.

Trudy C
Tigard, OR

Our Little Gentleman

This is our little man, Norman. He spent 6 years being a breeder dog for a puppy mill. We found him on petfinder and were instantly won over by his "broken ear". We got him home and he was understandably scared. In all honestly, we were a little nervous too. We brought home a 6 year old dog who wasn't potty trained, didn't know how to walk on a leash and would flinch every time we touched him. Two years later Norman now walks us on the leash, goes to the bathroom outside like a pro and enjoys romping around the house playing "tag" with our other rescue dog. We like to call him our "diamond in the rough".

Ali Creighton
Cleveland, OH

A Tribute to Pepper

At eight years old, my Pepper became very sick. She spent 10 days in the hospital with a kidney infection. I'd visit her every day and when I'd go to leave, I could hear her calling for me all the way. I had a discussion with the vet and she didn't hold out much hope. I told her if she isn't in pain and can still have a good life I would do anything. She told me that they got past the first infection and if I started giving her IV fluids three times a week, she may make it 6 months and be happy.

I wasn't sure I could stick a needle in her. I decided I would do it. I never missed a treatment and she was so good. She'd sit there and purr and after the treatment, she'd run around like a crazy lady.

We made it past six months and in the back of my mind I wondered how far we could go. She went to the vet for her regular kidney checks and things were stable. The vet was amazed. My strong, stubborn Pepper made it to age 12-1/2!!

At the end, she didn't want her treatments anymore and I stopped. She let me know it was time. I cried hysterically when she died but what helped is the vet saying that I did the last good thing I could do to help her.

Two years later I still miss her. But it's a good story in that it shows the perseverance of her. And being in a kill shelter when I found her, I feel she had a good life! And made my life much better. Miss you Peps!

Gail A Rajala
Tampa, FL

Mr. Duke

We get a lot of abandoned dogs at the Southern California university campus where I work. We also have an amazing group of staff members who band together to rescue, find homes, and help pay for spay/neuter and vaccinations. When the call went out for a home for Duke that fateful morning I had the feeling he might be the one for us. We had recently lost a beloved pet and were thinking about adding to our family but we just weren't ready. By late afternoon the plea was getting desperate for someone to take him and I knew, ready or not, he was the one. Duke can be stubborn (obedience school is challenging) and is a bit obsessive about tennis balls but a true blessing who quickly won the hearts of the entire family. Well, maybe not the cat. She still isn't convinced Duke was our best idea.

Redlands, CA

Introducing ABBY

Abby, the Maine Coon mix, was returned to our shelter after 9.5 months due to the failing health of her caretaker. While cleaning out the cages one day, I felt this smack on my head from above. Looking up, Abby had both paws extended full length, claws showing, in a "take me" gesture. Having recently lost my cat of 17 years, I got teary-eyed since my previous furkid did the same thing. When I opened her cage, Abby not only pawed my tears very gently, she head-butted me and touched my face with such love. How could I resist? It was a "sign" for me that it was time to stop grieving and give love to another beautiful feline. Abby is such a character and makes me smile and laugh at her funny antics. Since we both lost our respective companions, this union was meant to be and I am forever grateful.

Quincy, MA

Amigo, rescued from Slaughter

I saw Amigo on Face Book while looking at the new batch of horses that had been bought by a kill broker in New Holland PA. I would post and cross post and donate to help place these horses in new homes. I had a mini horse at the time but had been without a riding horse for 2 years, I saw this very thin bay horse and posted to find him a home but no one was interested in the 15'2 hand skinny gelding so I said I would take him. With the help of some wonderful folks on Face book, money was raised to save this boy from shipping to slaughter and came to my home in Florida. He is a fantastic,smart and now a very chunky 8 year old and my best friend. He was the first, now I have two from the same auction in PA and could not be more pleased with these beautiful horses. Forever safe in Florida. Carolyn

Carolyn McCallum
Dade City, FL

Roxy - A work in progress!

Last June 28, we woke up like any other morning with our 9 year Rottie, Nikita. We never dreamed that in a short 24 hours, our baby girl would be gone from our lives!

Nikita was healthy right up to the last 24 hour of her life and in a cruel twist of fate, a tumor ended her life.

Needless to say, we were devastated. 2 weeks later, I went on Petfinder and started scrolling through photos of Rottweilers. That's when I came across a photo of "LU-LU". One week Later, she arrived at our house in rough shape.

She was underweight (57 pounds!) and was recovering from losing a non-viable pregnancy! She also was heartworm positive!

3 months later after treatment for heartworm, she is healthy, HAPPY, heartworm free and 71 pounds!!! Roxy, who we renamed, is doing great and is happy and healthy! Since she is from Alabama, we can't wait for her to see snow in Massachusetts for the first time!

Roxy loves to play with toys, especially balls! She has a big yard to play in and has several size balls ranging from Tennis to basketball!

She also loves to play with her parents and delights in being able to share "people" furniture such as the bed and couch!

She is very young and still has a lot to learn, but she is a work in progress! With 2 loving parents, she will get there!

Thank you Pet Finder!!

Brockton, MA

Rescue Me, Rescue You

This is Rex. He was digging for food in a trash can when my husband found and rescued him. From that moment on the two of them were inseparable. About a year and a half after bringing Rex home, my husband was killed in a car wreck. In the span of a moment I went from wife to 33 yr old widow raising our 3 month old daughter alone. I knew I couldn't keep our house so sent my daughter to my grandparents, where I would soon follow. Isolated and alone in our home, with no electricity, I packed by candlelight. So lost in grief it took 2 months for me to pack everything away. In my heart I knew I had to go on for our daughter. In my mind it was unbearable and I didn't want to go on. Every day, just as I teetered on the edge - Rex would come sit in front of me, his face inches from mine, and stare at me until I looked back at him. I swear I could almost hear him saying "one more day, give me one more day."

My husband rescued Rex, and Rex saved me when I didn't have the will to save myself. Today is the 7th anniversary of my husband's death. Telling their story seemed a good way to honor them both.

Rex lives to play ball and sleeps beside my bed every night.

rural, OK
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