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We already had two dogs and a cat the day I got the call. My husband, Mac, is a dog walker at Burke County Friends for Animals in Morganton, NC. A female Border Collie/Aussie mix was in trouble. Reba had developed severe mastitis. She was in so much discomfort that she lay curled up in a corner without the strength or inclination to compete with her kennel mates for food. We took Reba as a foster to our own trusted Vet. He prescribed antibiotics and ran tests on the mammary fluid. Reba responded well to the antibiotic, but her belly remained grey and abnormal looking. A partial mastectomy followed. Happily, the tissue tests were non-malignant. Meanwhile, Mac was smitten and considered changing Reba’s status from foster to adopt. However, as Reba gained strength, weight, and confidence, Skye (our 7 year old Aussie) challenged Reba for her place at Mac’s side. Reba was not inclined to accept Skye’s dominance. After repeated injuries, we concluded that we were not to be Reba’s forever home. Mac was truly torn between two lovers. Like most men, my husband does not cry easily, but he did the day he returned Reba to BCFFA. He visited Reba when he went to walk dogs at the shelter. At home, he would become moist eyed when talking about her or looking at her pictures. Meanwhile, with a clean bill-of-health, Reba had become vigorous, shiny coated, and eager to please, i.e. adoptable. There was soon rejoicing when we heard that a Lady Up North had seen Reba on-line and had chosen her. Travel arrangements were made (Thank you, Teddi !) The tears became tears of joy when we got pictures and news of Reba, now residing in Massachusetts with her new friend (pictured).
my dog found as stray in lynnwood then a womale take she to paws
nice paws help animals and injured wild animals
i like rescues and shelters for animals
I grew up always having a dog around. I just hadn't been able to bring myself to find another best friend since losing my last dog, Cocoa, several years ago. About now you may be thinking I spelled the name differently between the title and the last sentence but, no they are both spelled correctly, read on.
I had re-connected with an old high school friend on facebook and he was involved in volunteering with Taichung PAWS rescue in Taiwan. They had just recently sent Coco (no "A) to Seattle in an effort to get her adopted. She had been living on the streets of Taiwan and was in pretty bad shape with bite marks, a bad case of mange, and severe fear and behavior issues.
I went to meet with her Motley Zoo animal rescue foster Mom in Seattle and it was pretty much love at first sight. She was very nervous meeting new people but was soon tentatively laying at my feet letting me rub her belly. She was still a scaredy-cat but she had decided I might be OK to take her home. Oh, and with the name thing how could it be anything less than true fate!
She came home with me that night and has grown to be a happy, loving, and content part of the family.
In 1986 I was working for the Morris Animal Refuge in Philadelphia, PA when I came in to work on Easter Sunday after switching with a co-worker who wanted the holiday off. I was shocked to see the kennel card turned up on the cage of Joe, an elderly cat who had been surrendered to us the week before. He was to be euthanized the next day!
When my shift ended, I took Joe home as my new foster. A month later, I brought him back and we decided to feature him in the window that day. Later on, a woman came in who wanted to adopt Joe. As Joe's foster mom, naturally I was wary. But our director assured me that this lady, Peggy, was a wonderful person, who did a lot of work raising funds for shelters.
Peggy adopted Joe, and took him when she moved to Canada. She kept in touch with me, sending cards, letters, and pictures.
When Joe had been brought in to our shelter, he had been abandoned by college students when they went home for spring break. The people bringing him to us didn't know his age, but they guessed he was 6 years old. When Peggy took Joe to her vet, it turned out he was much older.
A few years later, when Joe's health began declining, Peggy spared no expense for "my Joey", as she called him. She even had a special sling made for him when he could no longer walk, so she could carry him with her everywhere.
To think that Joe would have died that Monday, if I had not switched shifts with a co-worker. And so, Easter Sunday 1986 became the start of a new life for an elderly cat who previously had no hope!
Dori was one of nearly 600 dogs seized in Puppy Mill Raid in Western Washington 2 years ago. This precious girl lived her entire life in a wire bottom cage in deplorable conditions.
When the first group of seized dogs was ready for adoption, we applied & were accepted. We met her & her foster family (bringing along our recent rescue Frieda to make certain they would get along). We took her home that night where there was quite a bit of scuffling between the 2 girls. But by the next day, they were cuddling together in bed & are the cutest sisters now.
Dori is the sweetest & most social dog ever! Not only is this odd for her breed ( dachshund) but especially surprising considering her background in the Puppy Mill. She is known as the social butterfly on our neighborhood & runs to greet everyone especially babies & toddlers in strollers. She especially loves her squirrel & loofah squeaky toys!!
We love her so much & she makes us laugh every day. She has completed our family!!
Three years ago I found Samantha at the SPCA of Texas. I knew we wanted to rescue another dog and Indy fell into our laps from Paws in the City. Now I am blessed with two amazing rescue dogs (who love to be on the furniture). I highly recommend to anyone thinking of adopting looking at their local rescue shelter.
My name is Joe-kitten and one day I'll be a big Joe-cat. I have a brother, Gibbs, and two sisters, Reca and Abby, and we're all rumpus cats. When we were only three weeks, we were left in a big box at Wal-mart. People looked at us, but wouldn’t do anything for us. First Reca, then Abby curled up in little balls and wouldn’t move. Gibbs and I tried to ask for help but people just left us there. We were soooo hungry and cold!
Then two people looked in the box and picked us up and talked to us. They said they couldn't find a foster home so they would take us. Our new home was warm and snuggly. There were rice bags to lie on and ohhh, heating pads. Nice heating pads! The people loved on us and fed us yummy milk every couple of hours. They were our new momma and dad!
We went to the vet the next day and my sister Reca was a big word. Hy-po-therm-ic? She was cold. Momma and Dad had to keep her very warm or she would die. Gibbs and Abby and I tried to help too and snuggled her in the kitten pile.
Mom and Dad took care of us until we were big kittens, then we got adopted through Cat Haven. I got adopted by a vet who works with primates; Reca and Abby were adopted by nice families; and Gibbs got his own pet boy!
We thought we'd die in that box, but Momma and Dad and Cat Haven found us homes.
Who knows what this adorable little lost dachshund's name really was, but at the Chester County SPCA shelter in West Chester, PA, where I dogwalk, they called him Doug. On his cage there was note saying not to walk him, as he was a senior and might have orthopedic issues. He was curled up in a ball amidst the barking chaos, looking pretty sad, with a big tumor on his mouth. I decided he needed to perk up if he was going to be adopted, so I picked him up and took him outside in the May sunshine. When I sat him down in the grass he looked a little dazed. As I petted and talked to him, all of a sudden, he came to life. Good thing he had a leash on-he started motoring!
The next time I came back he was lively, but I worried about that tumor. By week 3 I decided to adopt him. At the vet's we took care of the tumor- a harmless epulis- and found out he was about 13. He sure doesn't act it. He is quite an explorer, which is probably how he got lost. I feel sorry for his former owners, whether they cared or not they are missing out on the sweetest treasure, full of affection. He fit right in with my other 2 dogs, both seniors themselves, and we are inseparable! In fact, he's sleeping right to me as I write this. I call him a "dacoon" because he is very clever at getting into trashcans, but he is so lovable and funny that I can't stay mad at him for long. He's enjoying his life with us and I'm enjoying him. My goal is to make sure the rest of his life is loving, happy and comfortable.
Winnie was rescued from an abusive home by a social worker - a member of my husband's extended family - in a nearby county. The county automatically puts down all abused confiscated animals as a matter of policy unless they have homes lined up, so of course we weren't going to turn her away when she was offered to us. We started out by "fostering" Winnie, although we knew pretty much from the start that she was going to remain a part of our family. In the past 8 months, she's grown from a 4.5 lb. flea-ridden, nervous puppy into a 14 lb. bundle of energy! She's the belle of the ball everywhere she goes, from the pet store to doggy daycare. She's never met a person or animal that she didn't like, and loves to play with her feline siblings (her canine sister hasn't quite come around yet!). She's mischievous and has a bit of a destructive streak (see photo!), but more than makes up for it with cuddles and kisses. Although we weren't quite sure about bringing another animal into the house when she first came to stay with us, we now can't imagine life without her!
It took a few weeks after saying good-bye to my 18 year old Tortoiseshell Mitzi, but I knew that I wanted to save a life. So I went to PAWS, my local shelter, and fell in love at first sight with Fang (on the left). He is 9 years old, and has only one canine, hence the name. He likes to pat my face with his paw, and has a sweet breathy meow. It took a couple of weeks for my calico Tequila to accept him, but now they are fast friends. They share not only the bed, but my heart as well. Please consider adopting an older animal; they have so much love to give.