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In November 2008, we adopted Momma Priscilla, who had been abused, kept in a small cage outside with no food and water, and used her whole life for breeding. A few months later we learned her 1 year old son PJ had also been rescued from the same home. We rushed down to the pound to reunite Mother and Son. Our friends say that we saved their lives but we beg to differ. These 2 couch potatoes have truly enriched our lives - they are our lifesavers!
We were at the Rescue Leaque when they brought them in. So many abused and starving puppies. But "Creamy" caught our eyes because we knew where she was going. She had been beaten, stabbed, abused so badly she had a broken hip. "That's the one", we said. Creamy had a hip replacement, was put back together as good a new. She became the most loving dog we had ever had, and dance!!! Boy did she love to dance. Everynight she and I would do the twist in the kitchen and I'd laugh so hard till I'd cry. She loved being hugged and kissed and gave back twice as many kisses to us. Creamy sure was special. She became very attached to my 79 year old mom, who is on oxygen 24/7, and if mom was sleeping a little bit to long, Creamy would go over and nudge at her hands and arms till she woke up. This never bothered mom, cause she knew Creamy was checking on her, and then, having woken her, mom would have to pet her for at least ten minutes or more. They just loved each other so much, and the waking up became a daily ritual. Creamy sure did love attention, and we loved giving it to her. Creamy passed on a few years ago, but I know in my heart she is waiting for me at "Rainbow Bridge", and the first thing we're going to do (after a few kisses), is "THE TWIST". I love you, Creamy. You are greatly missed.
Several years back, a co-worker of mine took in abandoned kittens, nursed them back to health and then found good homes for them. We adopted our first kitten, Dax, from her and six months later decided to adopt another kitten to keep Dax company. My co-worker had found this tiny little black kitten in the bushes at a Dunkin Donuts, so she named him Dunkin. He looked like he had been abused; he had some fur missing and was very small. My friend took care of him until he was strong enough to go home with me. About six months later, I heard Dunkin meowing in pain. I took him to the emergency vet and was told that he had broken his hip. The vet said that this is very rare in kittens and caused by a congenital disease and could happen again at any time. The choices were to put him down or take him home and hope for the best. Well eight years later, Dunkin is one of the happiest & most playful cats I have ever seen -- we made the right choice!
I was getting ready for my college graduation, when my daughter called and said that her friend had been driving on a back road and the car in front of him had something spinning in its wheels. When it spun out, it was a little orange kitten - would I want him...I said, we already have 5 cats, but send him over quick because I have to hurry. One look at him and I said YES! Buffy had a cut on his lip and a broken rib, but 8 years later, he is the king of our cats and of my heart. Buffy is as unique as he is handsome because his tail "quivers" when he is excited, just like the mongoose in Riki Tiki Tavi, the story by Rudyard Kipling. He shows his love by gently touching my face with his paw.
In 2005 my kids and I were volunteering once a month to clean litterboxes and feed about 15 cats at a local shelter. Mimi, a glossy young tuxedo girl with loads of charm and personality, had been forced to live outdoors by her owners. She had already given birth to one litter of kittens and was found to be pregnant again when she was abandoned and then finally spayed by the rescue's vet volunteers. To this day she is terrified of thunderstorms and we imagine it reminds her of the bad old outdoor times. Other than that, though, there is not much that gets in her way. She is smart enough to "unlock" her sister cats' covered food bowls, after emptying her own; brave enough to chase a fox away from our property; and she does not suffer fools gladly, as evidenced by her impatient sigh (for all the world, like a person) and thumping muscular tail. Thankfully she forgives easily too, and licks our hands as if we are the wayward kittens she once mothered. Here she is, owning our deck. She is a force of nature and we adore her. Viva Mimi!
I saw Jack at shelter in April 2006. At first sight, he looked sickly and a little disheveled. He crawled right up to me, as if to get my attention. I knew he had been through alot and he was a survivor. He came home with me that night, and we've been taking care of eachother ever since! He is the best companion ever!
It was several years after the death of our beloved Border Terrier that my wife asked I wanted another dog. We are both retired and wasn't sure if another dog would be a good idea, but did decide that if we got one it would be from a shelter this time and not a breeder.
We had looked at one shelter when a friend, who knew we might be looking, gave us a call. She had caught a small dog that was running loose in the parking lot at her store and asked if we wanted to look at it. The first thing my wife said when she saw him was, "Thats the ugliest dog I have ever seen in my life". He was skinny and dirty and quite a bit nervous but seemed friendly enough. We decided to, at least, take it home, clean it up, and see if we could locate its owner.
After putting ads in the paper, posters around town, notifing the police and both vets in town with pictures I even took him to both schools in the area hoping some of the children could identify him. When we had no response to all the effert we guessed he was abandoned.
I guess you might say that he found us because Dooley (the name we gave him) has been with us for a year now and is my constant companion. When I'm home he is hardly ever more than three feet away from me (laying ih the computer chair next to me right now).
Phil and Sandy
Two years ago I had lost my Collie and within a week was slowly sliding into depression from a lack of doggie love and kisses. Even though my husband begged me to wait until after vacation, i just had to have another dog. I was on Petfinder constantly looking. One day i saw "the face". Days later we had our dear Jedd. But Jedd was lonely without his shelter pals. I had started volunteering for Jedd's shelter, Animal Angels No-Kill, and was beginning to have a good rapport with many of the dogs. My husband came with me one day and we walked back and forth past the pens with me giving him personality briefs on the ones i thought would be good for Jedd. This one little black and white mix sat back in the corner of his pen, in his box away from all of the other barking, jumping dogs, just watching us with his half black and half white face. Only the tip of his tail was moving. On the second trip through, Ken pointed and said, "that's the one". From the moment we took him home, he and jedd have been best buds, and his "happy" tail has never stopped moving. My husband loves all of them, but Happy is "his" dog. They sleep and play together and act like two kids. And, he won't serve Hap his food without "warming" it up in the microwave. He is spoiled. Since then, we adopted a collie from the same shelter and they are the best trio i have had in the past 21 years.
I love my "kids".
We adopted Addie 12 years ago. We had no intentions of getting a puppy that day but we fell in love with those adorable long ears!! She waits patiently at the front door every school day to greet our two sons when they get off of the bus.
China was on death row after her owner died, and was saved just in time by the Angels for Animals rescue in Cliffside, NJ. When we read China's story on petfinder.com we knew she belonged with us. At approximately 18 years old she had a heart problems, mobility problems from a past injury, desperately needed dental work, and her tongue had been cosmetically cropped. Despite all this, China opened her heart to her new family and we couldn't help but fall in love with her. Sadly, only 2 months after moving in with us China's frail heart gave out. Though we didn't know her long, China will always hold a place in our hearts.