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Poo was dumped at the Downey pound when she was 2 months old. She was neglected, malnourished and had distemper. The Bumper Foundation rescued her and nursed her back to health with the help of a loving and supportive vet who believed distemper doggies deserved a chance. While being fostered Poo bonded with a tiny gray kitten named LL rescued from the streets of Inglewood. I adopted them both in a 2-for-1 deal. Poo experiences some nervous twitching while resting, but otherwise she's fine - she has grown into a 35 pound, long legged lovely lady. Seing her blossom from her "special needs" beginning has been a source of inspriation for me.
I feel in love with Tootsie’s sweet face on petfinders.com. My little Cupcake (13 yr. old Chiweenie) passed away 11/2010 and left Molly (10 yr. old mini Doxie) and me broken hearted. Molly was so sad and was grieving so badly that she dropped from 15 lbs. to 11 lbs. in 5 weeks. My vet told me I needed to get her a companion quick. I knew I needed an adult dog for Molly since she is on up in years. I also knew I wanted to adopt a rescue. Tootsie came to live with Molly and me on 1/14/11. Tootsie is a sweet, playful, bossy little girl who quickly won my heart. She took right up with me and acts like she loves me soooo much! She is so much company for Molly while I am away at work each day. Molly has started eating again and seems happy. Tootsie seems to know that she is in her forever home. I can’t thank Petfinders and the Chihuahua Rescue Transport as well as Sue (Tootsie’s foster mom) enough!
Maui is a pitbull mix that was found with two other puppies in a dumpster behind a store on trash day. They were about 4 months old at the time. Her brother and sister were adopted right away, and we fell in love with her the minute we saw her - which was on Valentine's Day. She is an excellent swimmer and the best "lap dog" we've ever had!
“Oh. I see we have another cat”, said my very patient husband Mike …
One lazy Sunday afternoon I heard a cat yelling. Of course I had to go to see what was happening, and just in the nick of time. My neighbor had her 12 week-old lynxpoint kitten Sport loaded in a carrier, headed for the county pound. Her husband had been transferred out of the area, and they were moving into her brother’s place – NO cats allowed. I grabbed that kitty and made tracks for our house to introduce him to Mike and his new sisters, Sassy and Dusty.
He turned out to be a Maine Coon, and 5 years and 20 lbs later, Sport, now known as Sweet Hootie Blue-Eyes - ‘cause he’s a real hoot, and has exquisite ice-blue eyes – can be found lounging on his own bench out on the cats’ personal patio. He rules our home, or so our two elder ladycats allow him to believe. Hoot keeps them on their toes with lots of exercise, and makes sure they’re both well-groomed. We adore them all and this home would not be a home without them. We hit the jackpot with all three of our rescues.
Frieda was a stray in a high kill shelter, with no one claiming her or wanting to adopt her. Unbelievable!!
She was on death row & pulled out by a wonderful small dog rescue group in Washington state,"PUPS". They put her in a foster home, put her profile on Petfinder.com where my husband found her. We applied, were accepted, met her & it was love at first sight for all of us!
She is our little drama queen, spirited, scary smart & full of life & love. And as you can see, so beautiful with the most soulful eyes I have ever seen !!
We can't believe ow lucky we are to have her in our family.
and into our hearts. She followed my Nephew-in-law home on the tractor. They couldn't keep her b/c she barked at the cows, so we took her home and she adjusted to the palace life very quickly! What a wonderful little gift she has been. - Judy
My uncle heard a cat crying in the juniper. When my mom came home uncle went out to greet her and the cat cried and poked her head up and uncle and mom saw it. Uncle brought the cat in and fed it. Also he said be quiet it's scared to death. Probably was because of my dog. Next we bought supplies for her so she could stay here until we know what to do with her. The vet said she had a lot of fleas and she was about 7weeks old and she is a tuxedo cat. We were going to name her tux but we found out she was a girl so we came up with Oreo but in my opinion she does not taste good. Then we decided to keep her she is now about 7 months old. And she does whatever she wants like biting my fingers off.
My husband and I adopted a kitten from a foster home in the Bronx. He had been saved, along with his brother, from the city shelter's death row. Although the brothers had lived in this home for over a month, they were clearly still half-feral -- only one of them could be lured out of hiding and captured. While I had dreamed of a adopting a friendly love-muffin, I couldn't bear to leave this frightened orphan behind. We took him home and named him Snoopy. He was terribly timid, but after a day or two of gentle coaxing, he began to enjoy being touched. Each night I would say to my husband, "What about his brother"? It pained me to think of the little guy we'd left behind - even more scared than Snoopy had been, and now even more alone. A week passed, and the ache I felt from worrying about Snoopy's brother became too great for me and I said to my husband, "we need to go back and get his brother." When we brought Linus home, he was so paralyzed with fear that he even hissed at Snoopy. We kept him separated in the bedroom for two days, where he mostly hid under the bed. It took him a long time to feel safe and come out of his shell. Two years later, he still startles at loud noises and hides from strangers. But with us, he has become a delicious, purring, affectionate, lover-boy. He and Snoopy are best friends and play-pals, racing through the apartment nose to tail. Now every night when my husband and I lay down to sleep, we say "thank goodness we went back to get Linus."
This sweet loving dog was rescued from the streets by friends who could not keep her. She was spayed, and then we fostered her for three weeks before finding her a home with a wonderful Mexican family.
I rescued this beautiful guy from two years living at the end of a 12-foot logging chain with scarcely any human interaction. He has a permanent wear spot on the side of his neck from the chain where the fur will never grow back, but now he has big run, playmates, proper training, long walks twice a day, and his own two dog houses -- an insulated winter doghouse and a cool, ventilated summer house!