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After Toby chose me at a shelter adoption event, he adjusted quickly and then we fostered a couple litters of motherless kittens. I did the feeding, Toby played with, socialized, nuzzled, loved and instructed the tiny kitties. When they were old enough to return to the shelter for shots, spay/neuter, and their own adoptions,Toby was a sorry feline. He meowed, searched the house and acted listless. Finally, I got the message,Toby wanted a kitten of his own–for keeps! A call to the shelter quickly brought Sissy and Toby perked right up. A year later, Sissy has grown up but they still cherish each other.
Our dogs were shelter rescues from Benld Adopt-A-Pet. Wrigley was 1 of 2 pups that lived from a litter of 8 that was dumped at the shelter 7 years ago. She was so sick when we brought her home we didn't think she would make it! Now she is healthy and teaching Ivy, our new pup, the ropes!
We brought Wrigley home when our first shelter dog from Adopt-A-Pet was 7. Another 7 years later, when that dog passed, we brought Ivy home because Wrigley wandered around for weeks in a depression, missing her pal.
Ivy likes to play with Wrigley by leading her around by her collar. She will run and jump and go get Wrigley when it's time to go outside! The exception to this is in the morning, when Wrigley is rearing to go out and Ivy wants to stay in bed and sleep!
Allie is a mastiff-mix who's got a huge head, huge paws and will never grow into them. She was dumped at the cemetery where I work, all skin stretched over bone, tail between her legs, terrified, starving and so sad. My husband and I had lost our pittie to cancer two years before and, as we have four cats, didn't intend on getting another dog for a while. When the super called to tell me that he'd called animal control because of a stray dog, I went outside with a bowl of water and some bread (all I had at work) to see if I could corral the dog until they came. This sweet girl was scared, but more hungry, so she stayed near me to eat the bread and drink the water. When the woman from animal control came, Allie put herself in between us in a protective stance. I lost my heart to her then. The woman took her to our local shelter, who kept her for a month to get her healthy, spay her, and cat-test her. On December 8th, they called and told her we could take Allie home! She's now almost 4 years old and is incredibly smart AND incredibly spoiled. She plays well with our cats and bunny, she loves people to death, and is a great watch-dog. My husband and I both adore her and we're thankful that she adopted me that day at the cemetery.
I met Daisy shortly after I started volunteering at a No-kill shelter. She had been tied to a tree and abandoned. To make matters worse, she was pregnant. Shortly after being rescued by the shelter she had her pups. They were all adopted quickly, but Daisy remained. Each time I went to the shelter I spent time with Daisy. She'd always ask if she could come home with me, but I kept telling her I didn't have room for her since we already had three dogs. I prayed she'd get a good home. Five months later, I was at the shelter when I saw someone else looking at Daisy and reading over her paperwork. I immediately felt a sense of panic at the thought of someone else adopting "my Daisy." I knew I had to bring her home. I honestly believe God put me at that shelter to meet Daisy. I'm just sorry it took me so long to figure it out! She has been with us now for a year. We're blessed to have her.
I was nine when we walked into a local shelter and saw Lucy. On her kennel was a giant sign that said "Dog of the Day". This shy chow/retriever mix soon became my dearest friend.
Just two weeks after adopting Lucy, our neighbor's two rottweilers broke out of their fenced yard and came charging at my two younger brothers as they were playing outside in our backyard. I heard my brothers scream and I heard viscous dog growls. She stood right in front of those dogs, fended them off and got chewed up for it. Lucy saved my brothers lives.No doubt about it. And she saved me in many ways too. Sadly. just this past February, she passed from her fight with cancer, an auto immune disorder and arthritis. She was 17 years old.
There are many great stories of Lucy, she was my best friend. Lucy was truly an inspiration for what I do now. I work as a vet tech and have since adopted two dogs of my own. Also, one rabbit and four Guinna pigs. Now after losing my furry friend, I am able to comfort other animal owners who have lost. This has become a big part of my job and my life. I truly believe humans and dogs are match made in heaven. The bonds we share to so strong and great. So take a trip to a shelter, you may just stumble upon your new companion, who will always be there to make you smile and laugh.
Well I wasn't even going to adopt a puppy.....but Dakota won my heart with kisses and cuddles the first time I held him. I had gone to the animal shelter to look after putting my beloved dog down due to cancer. There were a couple puppies at this shelter that were being fostered at somebody's house, so normally weren't even at the shelter. And it was actually closed but I caught the nice lady about to leave, with the puppies. I didn't know she had them until she pulled out this little bundle of golden cuddle. Anyway, Dakota's story is that him and his siblings were found under a house separated somehow from their mama, fending for themselves for who knows how long, they weren't even 6 weeks old. Today Dakota is about 4 1/2 months old and still "hunts" bugs so I think that is probably what they survived on for awhile! I just love to spoil him now, and I get the feeling he really does appreciate it! His eyes really light up big with excitement with every new thing he gets. He really is loving and sweet, with all the exuberant energy normal for a puppy. I am so thankful to whoever found that litter of puppies.
I adopted my best friend, Meeka almost 5 years ago. When we saw each other we both immediately knew we were meant to be together. Meeka's story is sad, like most. She is a boxer-pitbull mix and was about 6 months old when I adopted her. She was in an apartment where a shooting had taken place. She had lived her entire life in one room, where she ate, slept and went to the bathroom. When she was confiscated after the shooting and they took her outside, she was actually AFRAID OF GRASS! She was like a brand new baby and everything in the world was new to her. She had been in the shelter for a couple of months and her days were numbered when we met. I took her home and she definitely was a hand full at first. I even had people tell me to take her back because she was almost uncontrollable, but I REFUSED to give up on her. She was just so excited with everything. Almost too happy, if thats possible...she never had a real life before. It took a lot of time, patience and work, but it was so worth it. She has become the smartest dog I have ever had. She has at least an 80 word "vocabulary", where she know exactly what I mean and goes to it or reacts differently...she's amazing. I thank God every day for bring us together. My BEST friend, my lovebug, Meeka. =}
About 2 years ago I moved to Thibodaux, LA to transfer to NSU for college. I began dating my future husband and we moved in together soon after. I saw Karli's picture and immediately knew that she was the one for me, but my fiance was not on board. Finally, one day after school I went by the shelter to see Karli. She was in a kennel with 2 other black puppies, and the moment I held her I knew I had to take her home! The shelter worker told me that I could take her for a week and see how things worked out. I called my fiance, and I could tell he was not happy about it. However, the minute my fiance got home, he fell in love with her too. She was 4lbs when I brought her to the vet. He said she wouldn't get any larger than 10lbs. She is now 1 year and 3 months old and weighs 38lbs! The shelter had her listed as a Chihuahua, so my fiance always jokes about how she is the biggest Chihuahua he has ever seen! She loves to swim in the bayou and play with our 2 year old black lab. Karli has brought so much joy into our lives, and I couldn't imagine days without her. Any other additions to our family will also be rescued animals.
Henry, our last lab had to be euthanized May 21 after 10 wonderful years with our family. I felt his absence constantly. We had a friend who was cutting down trees in our woods for his wood stove. I called him in early June, 2010 to see when he was coming for more wood. He explained he and his wife were busy over the winter fostering for Thunder's Angels, a resue organization. They had a shep mix named Mia brought from a North Carolina gassing shelter and she gave birth to 11 puppies within 24 hours of arriving in PA. All the puppies found homes, Mia too. The last dog waiting for a home was our Bella. She was 12 weeks old and looked just like Henry! On September 25, 2010 we attended "Mia's puppy reunion" at a home of one of the adoptive families. Seven of the 11 were able to attend and what a great time the puppies had together. They enjoyed birthday cake (dog friendly) while the parents got to know each other and share stories of how they got their puppy. I never knew gassing shelters even existed since they are illegal in PA. Whenever Bella and I are out we always share her story to enlighten one more person to this attrocity and possibly save another life.
One Sunday, a dog was brought to our shelter in the back of an SUV. He was very underweight and injured by a car. He had to be carried into the shelter because he couldn't walk. After about 15 hours of sleep and a good meal, he started to come alive. He was seen by a vet and diagnosed with a hip fracture that needed surgery. Knowing that he would need aftercare for several weeks following his surgery, I volunteered to foster him through his recovery. When he met my three dogs, it became clear that he was an unsocialized dog with other dogs. It seemed as if he couldn't read their body language. Therefore the name Gomer dum dum came to be. After putting him in time out about 2000 times and allowing my other dogs to help teach him the ropes, Gomer became one of the pack. His open wounds and hip fracture all healed. He also doubled in weight...36lbs to 71lbs! He now has one leg about an inch shorter than the other but we think it gives him a little swagger. After about 3 months, it was time to bring him back to the shelter to be put up for adoption. I am sure you have guessed by now, he never went back. He is a big, happy, goofy boy who loves life....and we all love him.