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After a year-long battle with FIV, our beloved cat, Karney, (pictured in the framed photo) passed away in September 2008. Exactly a week from the day Karney passed, a stranger arrived at our door with a large decorated cardboard box. Inside was a kitten who was so tiny and so funny that he made us laugh for what seemed like the first time in a very long time. Today Oliver is two years old, and much, much larger, but to us he is still that funny little kitten who makes us laugh...and we love him very much. Oh yes... The stranger who brought Oliver to us said that a woman he met on Oliver Street asked him to deliver a kitten--along with goat's milk, kibble, litter, toys and a note telling us the kittten had lost his family. To this day, we still don't know who that mysterious woman was or how she knew we were cat-less, but we like to think Karney had a hand in sending Oliver to us.
In December of 2008, I went to our local shelter looking for a big dog to be a guard dog since I lived all by myself. As I walked down the row of kennels, a yappy pomeranian caught my eye. But, I told my self I wanted a big dog, and kept walking. However, no big dogs seemed to want anything to do with me. Finally, after passing by that little pomeranian a few more times, I finally asked if I could take her out, just so she'd be quiet for a little bit. That was it. I found my best friend! She turned out to be the best guard dog when our house was broken into just a month after I adopted her. She's the best friend I have ever had, and I'm so glad I found her!
One night our dogs were barking in the backyard and it continued the next morning. I could tell that someone or someting was out there. As I went out to check i out, I found a scared & cold little tabby under our tree. She ran from us, but not too far. The next day we trapped her and gave her good food, a warm bed and love that I am convinced she has never had. We believe that she was scared away from her feral colony. She stands up on her hind legs and has a funny meow that sounds like she is saying Mama. We were going to find her a loving home, but she is the one that found that home with us. Today she is a sweet, funny natured part of our 9 cat, 2 dog family.
We discovered Batcat outside our Istanbul apartment one icy November morning, a sickly teacup-size screamer trying to declare a space for herself among the fifteen or so street cats we fed each morning and evening. Too small to eat the dry food we would leave in piles, my wife nursed her to health with kitten formula. By mid-December she was one with the rest. Already parents to two rescued strays, a fourteen and a twenty year old, feeding the colony and arranging shots and sterilization for as many as possible was our limit. That position changed one sweltering weekend in August when Batcat disappeared for two days, then showed up on the third day dragging a crushed, maggot-infested rear leg. Four hours later her leg was being amputated and I vowed, tears streaming down my face, that if she survived she would have a home. After four months of brilliant care, Batcat made our home hers, forever. The will to survive combined with love is a miraculous force.
The German Shepard Sabre Jet, Baby Jet, Boobala, is the last of a species as an Alsation from the mountains of N.E. France. The species was inbred to create designer dogs for role-playing people and destroyed the most wonderful, loving, protective dogs, possible! She has epilepsi, seizures', arthritis, hip displasia, and demonstrates auto immune disease characteristics. For this reason no one else wanted her! 400 Mg. Phenobarb a day to keep her alive and she is!
The other Blue Heeler is; "The Mysti-Bleu-Loev-Bu-ug," and was damaged in a surgery with an inept Vet [Uncommon] and loses' urinary control without medications. She will figure out 57 different ways to get a Tennis Ball into your hand without you even realizing!
Both Herd me around like I'm an old stud bull usually straight to the "Cookie Cabinet."
Both are "Fuzzy-Butts'" and bedhawgs!
We have rescued at least a dozen dogs over the years just out of our own neighborhoods! They need love and attention just as any anywhere in the world as well!
When we lost our 3rd Akita, our 10 month jack russel was so very dispondant. So, off to the local pound we went. A wiry, droopy eared pup that had been picked up as a stray caught our attention. He didn't even have a name. Of course he came home with us. We named him Jiggs (after the our gang dog, Petie) He and our Stash are the best buddies.. and oh my goodness.. energy, energy and more energy! It is truely the best match made in heaven. With more research, we now think Jiggs is a Parsons Russell.. Our biggest question is, how can two 24 pound and under take up more room in the king sized bed then the three 120+ akitas? Being a large dog lover, I never knew the personality and love that a little dog can have.
My name is Thor and I was on death row at a local humane society and labeled "aggressive"only because the people there did not know what I needed. As you can see all I needed was some love, attention and some training and have turned out to be the best dog ever. Please adopt from a shelter or rescue group to help stop the over breeding of all animals.
Jenn and Joe
When I answered the rescue center door and saw this dirty white head sticking out of a box, my first thought was, "This poor cat looks almost dead". The man who brought this old fella to us had a neighbor lady who died six months previously. When her family came to clean the house, they tossed this dear cat outside, locked the door to the house and hasn't been back. The neighbor saw the cat during the first two weeks, then saw him go under the house. Almost six months later, they saw him pop his head out from the crawl space. After coaxing him out, they realized he was in very poor condition. This is when Dodger entered the rescue center.
We see a lot of hardship cases here, but this one broke our hearts. Dodger turned out to be a geriatric cat, completely covered in tight mats except for his head, had rotten teeth, was emaciated and dehydrated. Not only that, his bottom was covered in stool, blood and literally thousands of maggots.
Over the course of two days, he was shaved, bathed, hydrated, rotted teeth were pulled, and the terrible maggots were removed. The huge wounds on his backside required a daily bath for weeks. The first week, Dodger's days consisted of eating, healing and sleeping-he was a very tired, weak cat.
It's been two months since his arrival and we love him dearly. He will live his life here at the rescue center, being one of our "oldsters". His wounds are almost healed and he loves to be cuddled.He can eat all he wants and has already gained three pounds. Now he sports a sweater until his fur grows out. We feel his original owner would be glad that he made his way here.
My boy died last Dec after 10 yrs. When he chose me he was 1 of 5 orange/white kittens plus Mom,Tika. Rescue #1 from bad PitBs in MD. My cousin found them homes, kept 2. Resc. #2, placed Tika, with a kind fellow employee whose dog was mourning the death of their kitty. Sweet Tika helped the doggie pet get thru his sorrow. When the dog died she lived with the very best. Last Fall '09, she moved by car cross country to retire in NM w/him in Santa Fe, NM. In July '10, my cousin, having always kept in touch with all the adopters was told by a mutual friend the news of Tika's human's death. His family, from PA, didn't know what to do with Tika and reluctantly gave her to the Santa Fe Humane Society. Upon hearing this I didn't hesitate to say "I'm going out there to get my baby's Mommy!" (w/ my cousin insisting she must also go)! After a no. of calls to the SFHS, to let them know we were coming, we were on our way on an early AM (w/ a return non-stop flight), w/a cat carrier, calming pheromones and 2 Nts. reserv. @ pet-friendly hotel. Resc.#3 When we got her late that day; it appeared she knew why we were there; she was waiting for us! After pictures and tears with the wonderful SFHS emplys. who took care of her, we left for the hotel. Car, plane, hotel, she accepted it all. It was a breeze like she remembered us. Best vacation $'s ever spent. Arriving at my house in MD, a petite version of my boy, she did his "flop and roll". She has so many of his traits shows her DNA was strong! I have been blessed twice!
I resuced Maxx from the Calgary SPCA in November 2000, when he was 1 year old. Maxx had a very hard life before, abused and neglected, he would hide when people came to visit.
Since being with me for 10 years, he has become my 'social butterfly' and loves to be the centre of attention around everyone. He sits in the middle of us and rubs against everyone, even meowing every so often as if to join in the conversation.
He acts more like a dog than a cat and loves dogs, his current girlfriend is a PitBull named Reba, he licks her and gives her head butts. Maxx is my buddie and has brought such happiness into my life and even into Stella's, (my other rescued cat). I can't imagine coming home and not seeing him greet me at the door.