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Musik, or as he is affectionately called Moun-Moun, was our first rescue 14 years ago. I noticed some boys throwing a kitten around by its tail and told them to stop. When they did, the kitten ran away. When I went out for lunch later that day the same kitten scuttled into the building. I brought him home that night. He was supposed to stay until I found him a permanent home. I found him one, ours. At the time he was buddies with our two dogs, now he rules the roost. He wakes us up everyday at around 4:30. That is the time he likes breakfast. The other 7 wait for him to have the first taste before they dig in. He is one of the loves of our lives. I do believe he was sent to me.
This is Koda. Late one Saturday night I was going to bed, I did all my normal stuff, went around turned off lights shut the back door. I had just turned off the front porch light and shut the door when I heard this odd scratching and whining sound coming from it. I went and opened the door and in waddles this fat little brown puppy. Now more then six weeks old at the most. He had on a collar and was the happiest thing. I stepped outside to see if there was anyone around looking for him, but there was no one. The next few days we took him everywhere asking if anyone knew who he belonged to. We put up flyers, called the vet and the pound to let them know. But no one ever claimed him. I kept telling my husband and my father that we would look for him a good home elsewhere but really I was just putting off the inevitable. We kept him. About a month after we found him our coonhound June became very ill. She had been hit by a car in the summer and had just gotten her release from the vet to start going back outside and on walks. We were so happy. But the vet missed that her diaphram had been torn when she had been hit and all her internal organs had moved forward into her chest cavity. We ended up hav ing to put her down the week before Christmas. I think Koda was my saving grace during that time. He was a needy whiny little brown fluffball and I needed to be needed. So now my family is pretty complete with my basset hound Sherlock, Koda our mutt, and Thor the great dane.
One day while playing outside with the kids, we saw a small fluffy black and white cat in the yard next door. When I called to her, she meowed--just a little "meep"--and came towards me. We enjoyed petting her, and figured she'd find her way back to wherever she came from after we went inside, but she never did...she spent the following nights on our front step meeping every time she saw us in the window and running to us when we went outside. Well, in the end she never left, and we couldn't be happier. Kitty Cat Rexy (named by my now 5-year-old) is the perfect fit for our family. We rescued each other...we can't imagine life without her!
Libby came to me through Petfinder.com. She'd been found wandering in a field and spent six weeks in "the system" before she came to live with me and my other dog, Farley. She was terrified: she spent the first week hiding under a chair. Though she had been well fed, she obviously had never been given any love or affection. Gradually, she relaxed and began to trust. It was a big step when she finally snuggled up to me on the couch. Since then, Libby has become a cuddle monster and I'm delighted to indulge her every chance I get.
GiGi came in by ambulance after someone had put a plastic tie around her neck and pulled it so tight, that it almost cut her head off, she lost a piece of her ear, i do not understand why people do this things to animals, but she is doing good. she is afraid of everyone but me,i work for a veterinary clinic, Dr. Mitchell is animal best friend, he is a very special vet. i have rescued alot of dogs,now the sad thing is i have to give them up, husband transfred to milwaukee wisc and i had to stay behind cause of my dogs, we can not find a old farm house in the country so i could keep them, this is the worst thing for me to give them up,they have been my life for the past 7 yrs, well say some prayers for me, i am going to keep GiGi can not break her heart. Behling McCaysville Ga.
At an animal refuge where I once volunteered, a decision was in the works to euthanize Cooper, a victim of chronic UTI's. He was in constant pain and being catheterized at the vet was traumatizing for all.
Having lost all 3 of my elderly cats that year, I took him as a foster, determined to do online research of his problem. Turns out a better diet, less stress, and distilled water were his ticket to health. Of course I adopted him, and he delights me daily with his antics!
Sadie was brought to us by friends who had found her wandering in downtown St. Louis, MO. They had hoped to keep her but quickly discovered an unknown allergy to cats. They brought her to us knowing we already had a cat and hoped we were in for another. She immediately took my heart and became a fast friend to our older cat. Since that day we have lost all our other cats to age and she is the only one left. She is 18 years old and full of attitude. She has moved with us many times and been my constant companion. She loves to catterwall at 3:00 in the morning and loves when we have guests, she is sure they have come to see her. Our lives have been blessed by having this little stray.
These 3 adorable rescues came from different places...JJ the cocker from a family ready to give her away, Brandon the Papillion mix from Janet's Rescues in VA, and George the cat from a parking lot about to get hit by a car. I can't convey the amount of joy they've given me over the years!! I give them kisses and treats when ever possible to thank them for letting me into their lives. And the 2 other kitties they live with (1 rescue and 1 "planned") thank them too!
We adopted Maisy shortly after our dog Shamas passed on, my daughter took me to Animal Welfare to find a dog.I looked all around at all the dogs and just felt like I was not ready yet. I was getting ready to leave ...crying because I missed my dog so much.
Then a worker was bringing a small black and white puppy in she was mostly white with a black face and a round black spot on her back, I asked is she ready for adoption. She said she was , but this was the second time she was brought back as she was so hard to handle. Her name was Paige. I fell in love with her and adopted her, my daughter was thrilled when I walked out with this little puppy.
We brought her home and she ran right into my husbands arms, and seemed to know her way around right away, the treat and food cabinet was her first big find. She was without a doubt the worse puppy I have ever had, she jumped on you, bit all the time, ran around like the devil was chasing her, pulled us down in the street when we walked her, and never listened but we never considered bringing her back, and even tho Animal Welfare said she would be around 30 -40 pounds, she is over a hundred pounds still stubborn but so funny, we love her so much, she is seven now and is for the most part very calm. We are happy we changed her name to Maisy, as we call her Crazy Maisy!
George was a shelter cat from Pitsburgh PA. He is the large orange cat in the picture. I was volunteering at the York PA. SPCA shelter and was walking by the cages when a large cat got my attention by MEOWING loudly. I stopped and read the note someone had put on his cage. I will never forget it (Large Cat Extra Toes ) I stopped and found him to be very affectionate. He had 7 toes on his left front paw it looked like a catchers mit and 6 toes on the other 3. Also he was a male tri color. What a beauty, I hade to take him home. I took him home two days before he would have been put down so I named him Lucky. He was a wonderful addition for George and they got along wonderfully. But he had a way of sitting and looking around the room squinting ( I think he needed glasses) So his name changed to Magoo. We had him for 12 wonderful years. But cancer took him. And George Lived to the ripe old age of 18. I loved them both and always will....They left a special mark on my life.