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These 2 girls had been at the CHA shelter where I volunteer for quite a while and I loved them both. When my baby girl Blaze died of MCT cancer at age 9 I knew I wanted to rescue both of them and give them all the love and attention they both needed and deserved full time. I have had them almost 3 weeks now and enjoy having them here to spoil. My other dog Buddy loves having them here to keep him entertained as well. I think they were waiting for me to give them their fur-ever home.
I just adopted Detective Tinkerton from a San Francisco Shelter called Muttville. (www.muttville.org). Sherri Franklin, is behind Muttville and does a great job! She takes in Senior dogs that would be put down due to their age.
I have a Papillon that is 4 years old and have been considering looking to adopt an older buddy for him. We alas I found Tink! He is pretty blind, has one tooth!, some neurological problems and a few tumors. Well that does not stop him! He is a trooper and a happy little guy. You would never have guessed this little sweetie was abandoned in an apartment in SF the way he acts. He has a very silly bark that sounds like a hound dog! He can see me enough to look up at my face when I talk to him. He wags his little pathetic thing of a tail. He even knows which door to go to and barks to go out to potty!
Even though I know his days are numbered due to all that is wrong with him, I am so glad I got him! I love this little guy and I know he loves me and is thankful for his forever home!
Everyone should consider an older pet!
You came to get me in January of 2007, and I knew it. The minute you held me, I knew this little dachshund was home. I had heard some of the other dogs talk about a home, but boy was I in for a treat. It was SO much better than what they described. I had my own stuff..toys I could play with whenever I wanted-a big yard to run around in and a pal (that looked almost like me) I could play with all the time. Most importantly, I had you Mom. You loved me and I was your boy. I loved to snuggle under the covers at night and keep your legs warm or sleep on more of your pillow than you did. I knew how special I was to you and I wanted to make you happy every second of every day. I didn't want to get sick Mom. I tried to get well and did for a while. When I started to feel bad again I tried to hide it, but you knew. I know that you did everything you could to make me better. I had the best vet in the whole world and the doctors at the special hospital you took me to were great. I'm sorry I couldn't stay. I had to leave July 9, 2010. There was nothing more I wanted than to come home to you. I'm in a great place now and I'm not sick anymore. I've even met some of the other special boys that were lucky enough to be loved by you and we are all waiting to see you again-we don't even argue over who was your favorite. We know your heart is so full of love for all of us. .
Love your boy
It was a very hot day in July 2004, over the 100 degree mark and most everyone and everything was seeking the coolest place possible to spend the rest of the day. Not so for a 2 lb. kitten that my husband later named Rufus. My husband was on his way somewhere in his truck when he spotted a tiny yellow kitten sitting on the white line at the edge of the street. He told me that he made a mental note and decided to pick the kitten up if it was still there on his return trip...for me to attend to because I have a great love for cats in general, especially yellow ones. Well the kitten WAS still there and R.B. stoped, got out and called to it. It seemed somewhat confused but hurried as best it could in my husbands' general direction. R.B. realized that it was injured, appeared nearly blind and had barely enough hair to cover its tiny bones. He carefully picked it up and brought it home to me. A good inspection revealed maggots in some wounds near his spine and severe dehydration that had also caused very sticky mucous to interfere with his vision. My Vet told us that this kitten would not have been alive for another day if R.B. and I hadn't intervened. I know that GOD had a hand in this rescue as he does in all miracles. Rufus and I will forever be grateful to my husband R.B., who went the extra mile that day for a 2 lb. kitten that today calls ME "Mama" and weighs 18 llbs!
When I came here last week it was strange at first but it's really beautiful wait till you see it ! There's lots to do and I have a lot of new friends.Daddy, I have something important to tell you that just couldn't wait. I want you to know how much I loved being you're boy. You were the best Daddy and I couldn't wait to wake up and play with you everyday and give you all my kisses. I didn't mind waiting for you by the door when you were gone because I loved it when you came home! I'm sorry I had to leave so soon but I'm OK and I don't hurt anymore .I miss you so much but sometimes things don't happen the way we want them to. Please don't be sad , because we'll be together again someday, I promise.
Until then I will be waiting by the door to Heaven for you .
Rusty 7-11-2007 /11-16-2010
p.s. when you come don't forget to bring my squeaky OK
Thanksgiving Day 2003, my family was relaxing after our meal when we got a call from one of our neighbors. "Are you missing any cats?" They went for a walk down the street and were followed home by a big handsome tomcat. He wasn't ours, but not being cat people themselves, they took him to our house. We posted "Found Cat" signs, and several people came over, but no one claimed him. With winter fast approaching and nowhere else to go, we decided to keep him and named him Murphy. It was obvious he had belonged to someone at one point, as he adapted quickly to our house and other cats. He's a very smart cat - not only can he open doors and cabinets (to get at the food of course), he's very sensitive to human emotions and knows how to communicate with us. If someone is raising their voice or seems concerned, he will meow at you or paw at your arm until you quiet down! This Thanksgiving, we'll be celebrating his 7 year anniversary of joining the family, and we couldn't be more thankful!
I was devastated after losing my 11-year-old rescue to cancer & wasn't going to rush into anything; but when I saw Harley, arrogant and calm, I knew he was meant to be mine. He was a behavioral fixer-upper, but he is so smart that I knew I could rehabilitate him, and it's going great! Harley and I love and understand each other, & the project has helped me heal.
In April 2010 we discovered 2 mom cats had delivered 2 litters of kittens (11) together in the bushes across the street. We moved all of them into our garage when they were 1 day old. Both moms took care of all the kittens as 1 big litter. When the kittens were hungry it was just pick a mom for mealtime. We lost 1 of the kittens after 11 days.
We also ran a live webcam in our garage for 2 months & over 12,000 viewers watched as our foster family grew up.
Thanks to friends & BARL, Brookhaven, MS, we were able to finds homes for 8 kittens & both moms. Also thanks to FFRC, Defiance, OH, for advise & support as we had never dealt with newborn kittens before.
We kept 2 of the kittens, Bonnie Blue & Banjo, who joined our other 5 cats (2 adopted & 3 rescues).
In the fall of 2008, we had a 3-month old kitten who had so much energy that we decided he needed a little buddy. So, we went to the Northwest SPCA in Oroville where we learned that another 3-month old kitten had just arrived. The shelter staff were surprised that someone would surrender a Tonkinese (a Siamese/Burmese mix), and told us this was a rare find. We named this little brown teddy bear like kitten Toby after the Teddy Bear of the Year Award. Today, this mild-mannered, but very talkative cat is sleek and shiny, but to us he is still our favorite teddy bear.
After a year-long battle with FIV, our beloved cat, Karney, (pictured in the framed photo) passed away in September 2008. Exactly a week from the day Karney passed, a stranger arrived at our door with a large decorated cardboard box. Inside was a kitten who was so tiny and so funny that he made us laugh for what seemed like the first time in a very long time. Today Oliver is two years old, and much, much larger, but to us he is still that funny little kitten who makes us laugh...and we love him very much. Oh yes... The stranger who brought Oliver to us said that a woman he met on Oliver Street asked him to deliver a kitten--along with goat's milk, kibble, litter, toys and a note telling us the kittten had lost his family. To this day, we still don't know who that mysterious woman was or how she knew we were cat-less, but we like to think Karney had a hand in sending Oliver to us.