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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
I work on the service drive at a Nissan dealer and one day when I was walking into the shop, one of the technicians yelled, hey Rhonda, look! and there she was...this skinny, abadoned, little Pastel Calico, rubbing back and forth on his leg. So of course, right away, I had to go and pick her up, everyone at my work, knows, I love animals. I took her into the file room where my friend Annette does the warranty, she loves animals too, together, we are always rescuing some baby :0). We kept this young cat in the file room for a couple of days, nourishing her and trying to get someone to take her home, no one did. Me and my sons weren't ready for a cat, but this kitty was growing on me, she is beautiful and loving beyond measure... One day the cleaners had accidentally let her out, so when I came to work, I freaked! and was sad all day. Then right before leaving that day, a co-worker brought her to me and said he found her trying to drink coolant water! I grabbed her and called my sons, who knew of all of this and they said, mom, bring her home! So that's exactly what I did and we named her that night...Mila, we love her, will all our hearts, she is our friend, family and little lover :0)
A friend of mine found 4 kittens, eyes just starting to open, whose mama had disappeared, and no nursing mothers at the local shelter. Not sure what to do, she put the babies in the bed with her Lhasa Apso who had just weaned 3 pups. She felt at least it would keep them warm while she found out what to feed them. Mama Lhasa immediately adopted the babies, nursed them til they were fat and frisky, and taught them how to use the doggie door to go potty on the back patio. All 4 babies have been adopted, but at least one of them consistently makes a short, staccato mew that sounds suspiciously like a bark :o)
This is not my rescue story - although all my many pets are rescues :-) This is a heartfelt Thank You to all the wonderful people that rescue animals and share their stories!!!!! Every day when I click, I look forward to reading the rescue stories and wish I could tell each person "thank you, you are an angel!"
So the kudos go out to all of you! We all know the joy and love that a rescued pet gives us every moment of their lives.
Five years ago, I came home to my still-new apartment at the end of a long week. It was Halloween and I was just going to get something to eat and head back out for a Halloween Trunk-or-Treat activity. However, when I turned the corner to the front of my apartment, there on my doorstep was a little black kitten, looking at me with an expression that seemed to clearly be saying, "What took you so long to get here?" Because it was Halloween and she was all black, I didn't want her to run into mischief, so I brought her inside, put her in my dog's pet carrier and hit the grocery store for some basic supplies on my way to the activity. That weekend and early the next week I made an effort to find out if anyone nearby had missed a black kitten (she had a flea collar on, so I thought it was a possibility).
Long story short, no one claimed her and the thought of taking her to a shelter just didn't make sense when she had already found a home with me. So she joined the family of myself, my dog and my bird (I was a living Looney Tunes cartoon). She got her name when I caught myself routinely telling her to "stay out of trouble" as I left in the morning, then realized that S.O.O.T suited her coloring as well as her personality.
We just celebrated our fifth anniversary/Halloween together and although she gets whiny if she can't get to my lap, and she still likes to push things off the counter or eat my papers, when she snuggles on my lap and gets her purr going, there's nowhere else I want her to be.
We adopted Patrick a few months ago - he was 10 years old and had lost his 90 year old owner. He's the perfect dog for us... perfectly housebroken and just knew all the rules without any training on our part. He's the most loving dog I've ever known and my girls adore him and sometimes fight over who gets to sleep with him at night. I don't know why so many people go to breeders to get a puppy because they have no idea of the puppy's temperament until it gets older. More people should rescue an older dog who will be forever grateful!
Three years before adopting our cat we searched the web for just the right kind to adopt. We looked at exotic breeds, but most came with inherited problems we didn’t want to deal with. We then decided a domestic breed would be best and so began our search that ended up at a shelter close to home. We saw a Calico that we thought would be the right one for us, but found out that she had some problems that we, as an older couple, could not deal with. As we started to leave the lady in charge of the shelter said “Oh, there is one you might like” then placed Nellie in the wife’s arms. It was love at first sight and so we chose her, a tabby. Once we were able to take her home with us we then found out why she had been there for a year, I won’t go into detail, but we decided we would make her a good home and show her that everyone is an abuser. She had been adopted out before and brought back. It has been eight years since we brought her home, she is spoiled rotten, and we wouldn’t take a million dollars for her. Nellie is and always will be our baby, here she is in her hammock, yes that is a leash on her, she does not go outside with out it on.
We wanted a companion for our Russian Black cat, Buddy. Searching for a female at the Humane Society, our attention was grabbed by a most precocious kitten - a male who kept pushing his brother aside to get ALL of EVERYONE'S attention! After spending a few minutes in a private room with him we were in love. I've had one or more cats for most of my 50+ years, but Whiskers finally granted my long-time wish for a cat who cuddles and sleeps with me. Or should I say he allows me the space to sleep with him!
What are the chances that you find a dog through Petfinder who is being fostered by a foster mom of another of your pets? It happened to me in 2010, when I responded to a Petfinder posting for Honey, and learned that Honey was actally living with the former foster mom of Ruby, a Belgian Tervuren who I'd adopted in 2001! Honey is now living with me in Conn. I renamed her Amber, since she has turned out to be another gem, like Ruby was!