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Sammy (left) and Fernie (right) are our rescued Greyhounds.
They have this crazy habit of sleeping in the same position. They are very loving, friendly, sweet, calm dogs. We recommend considering a Greyhound to anyone who is looking for a wonderful companion.
In November of 1996 I was waiting to move into a new apartment. I stopped at a small store in my town to pick up a few things and as I walked into the store I saw a little grey cat.
I found out later that week when I saw kitty again that the so-called owner shut him outside in the middle of winter because he decided he didn't want him so he figured he would just let it freeze to death outside in the middle of winter. My blood boiled. I also realized this kitty was not grey but cream colored. The grey was dirt.
When moving day came, I jumped into the car to go and get kitty.He had such a distinguished look about him. I named him Thompson.
First stop: the vet. He was estimated as a two year old non altered male with ring worms and a nasty mite infection that had progressed into his canals. So I spent the next couple of weeks squirting him with mite meds and worm stuff. In the midst of all that he developed an upper respiratory infection so antibiotics were added.
All the while I'm trying to get him to use the box (which he wasn't doing) and slowly getting him to trust me.
After all the meds and all the problems, I finally got him neutered. He learned how to use the box, play with his toys and about a year later acquired a sister named Josie.
It's been fourteen years now. Thompson is now 16. He chases 13 year old Josie around the house, bites her head and then they roll into each other a fall asleep. I look at him sometimes remembering all I went through with him. It was worth it. Glad he chose me.
I adopted Tencha from H.O.P.E. Animal Shelter in Ironwood, MI in July 2007. At the time she was only 7 months old and had already spent a good deal of time in the shelter. All I know is she had spent most of her life chained outside with little human contact and then put into the shelter.
As a husky she's now found a pack leader and is as happy and spoiled as can be! She was so happy to be going home that the first car ride home she happily talked to us the entire 1+ drive. She loves my parents and as well as myself, but she's mine completely. I saved her and she's since saved me in many small ways and is my rock in life. I couldn't imagine my life without her!
She is still terribly afraid of strangers, but seems to finally *maybe* be growing out it. She will be with me until it's time for her to go play with Samantha (my first dog, her first "sister") in the afterlife.
My little Socks was just hours from being killed at the local shelter before I adopted her. A friend who worked there told me about her-- said she was a good cat but didn't do well in a shelter situation. Deemed unadoptable, she was slated to be killed. Socks has had a hard life. Surrendered in 2005 with a poorly healed broken back right leg. Picked up as a stray in 2008. Scheduled to be killed 6 months later. Just last month I got new xrays of her leg which showed how bad her break really was, and she has no more cartilage left in her knee; she's going to be 11 in January so pain meds will have to do. She's a good girl and very loved!
This adorable little man was left behind by our neighbors (@!!#) this August. We couldn't believe what they named him (Big Ass Bitch) so we quickly gave him a new name that suited him. My husband suggested Partly Cloudy because he's gray and bright white. Since he had his claws and was neutered he spent the summer outside and we started feeding him. Whenever we'd pick him up he'd cuddle and hug like he never wanted to let go. Unfortunatly we tried to let him in the house and one of my fur babies chased him out the door so we decided to find another forever home for him. This is the 3rd kitty that has come to me and my husband for help and we are so privlaged to be able to help. Finally, one of my friends thought that PC would make a good friend for her kitty so she came and got him yesterday and he was so happy to be held and loved he was drooling! He knew he was going home :) Thanks to everyone who opens thier homes and thier hearts to animals when others won't or don't.
I had a cat Pooh, who had to be put down due to Leukemia, so my dad took me to the shelter to find another......I saw Booger and fell in love immediately...But was sealed the deal was the fact that the next day, he would be put down since he hadn't been adopted....I took him home right away!! I have had him since March 6, 1996!! I have no idea how old he is since he was full grown when I got him, but I hope he is with me for many hears to come. He loves to sleep under covers between us and stays on our laps while we are watching TV...We couldn't have asked for a bigger buddy or better friend!!
It's been almost a year since I found Pumpkin on PetFinder. We brought him home early December, 2009. He's a little over a year old now, and a huge cat already.
We say he has "hands", instead of paws. He pulled up the kitchen a/c vent with his hand, something I've never seen a cat do, but luckily I was standing right there and frantically put 2 cans of soup on it so it would be too heavy to lift, until a permanent solution to the vent could be found. He turned on the blender one night, again, something I've never seen a cat do. We were sound asleep when he did that.
His favorite toy is now a laser light. He chases it all over the place, and just stands in front of my husband, wanting him to turn it back on.
He is such a good cat, funny, very playful, mischievious, lovable. We are so lucky we found him, and are just crazy about him.
Here he is just hangin out in his favorite spot.
Phantom was found at our local "green boxes" where it seems everyone dumps unwanted trash - including cats and kittens, dogs and puppies. He was full of mats and burrs. Lucky for him we found him and he was curious enough to come out of the bushes. Naturally I took him home! That was two years ago and he has grown into the most affectionate, most beautiful animal I have ever seen.
Mouse (the little one) was adopted from our local shelter; he was brought in as a very tiny baby and hand fed. He has grown nicely and is now permanent part of our family.
Everyone says when you adopt an animal you save their life, but in one second they could save yours. I adopted my beloved cat Marbles from a local humane society when I first moved in with my drunk of a ex-boyfriend. My ex-boyfriend, being a drunk, a few months after we got Marbles, fell asleep with a cigarette in his hand (this was before fire safe cigs) and he started a small part of the carpet on fire. Marbles being the awesome cat that is he is, woke me up by biting my face. Not just a playful bite this was a get up now biting. Well to make a long story short, if Marbles wouldn't have woke me up that night my ex and I may have never woke up. Now I am married to a non-drunk (lol) and Marbles is seven and is living his out life in a nice house ( cigarette free ) and has my husband, Me, another cat, 2 dogs, and 2 boys to call his family for the rest of his life. I <3 you Marbles you are the best kitty in the world!!!!!!
We had found a little stray cat one afternoon who had collapsed on my mothers deck from heat exhaustion. I gently gathered her up and brought her home to try and care for her. She perked up as soon as we got home out of the heat. 5 hours later she ended up having 4 kittens in my living room (much to my suprise!) 3 of which I lost right away, then Mama the next morning due to unknown complications. All I had left was a tiny half bald little kitten in some serious trouble. We immidiately made an emergency trip to the vet where I was given less than a 5% chance the kitten would survive. I was shown how to tube feed and support the tiny fragile little life. Tube feeding had to be the most heartbreaking thing I have ever done, sticking a tube down such a tiny babies throat and hearing the tiny screams, but I knew that was his only hope in surviving. He earned the nickname "Mommies Little Bean" due to his size and lack of hair lol. I did not sleep a wink that first night in fear of the little ones life, I was so terrified that he would pass away in the night. The next morning I was so relived to find that he had survived, much to everyones dibelief. I knew then my little "Bean" might just have a fighting chance. Each day he grew stronger and healthier and eventualy learned to suckle from a bottle, then started on wet kitten food. I am now a proud mama to say Beans is now 5 months old and doing exceptionally well (much to the vets shock!!) I am so thankful that Beans is such a special part of my life <3