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Bogie was about 4 months old when he was noticed by a caregiver in a feral cat colony behind a high school baseball field in 2000 that he was not well. His eyes were shut closed because of the crusty cake around them. The caretaker needed a place to keep him until he was better. . . and I offered my support. Bogie was FIV+ and the vet suggested putting him to sleep. I felt that was not an option. I kept him separated from my other rescued cats for about a year, But as my rescue efforts increased, I didn't have the room closed off for just one cat. Because of his gentle, docile nature, I cut him loose with the other cats. He is now 11 y.o. He shares a 16x20ft shed with a fully enclosed, attached, 11x16ft pen with 5 other cats, after all these year, are still FIV negative. His buddy is a 17 year old, 16 lb.neurotic Maine Coon. He joys his days cat napping under the sun. He loves his daily morning dry treats and gets a treat of Chicken of the Sea tuna in the evening. He has heating pads whenever he wants additional warmth. Yes! He is a real special, and very special guy. I have no regrets, none whatsoever, giving this little guy a chance, regardless what others concern about cats with FIV. I hope he stays healthy and happy for many years to come. My message is this, I hope every one gives an “imperfect” animal a chance. Gratitude comes in very small package. Oh yes, he is leash-trained.
Lucky was lying next to an empty food dish in the feeding area of a well-cared feral colony. He was very undernourished. I purposely brushed against him as I hurried to replenish the dishes with fresh food and water. I had on a leather biker jacket and gloves to anticipate any unfavorable reaction from him, but he gently brushed against my arm. I decided to take him home so I dumped the stuff out of my backpack to make room. He didn't resist when I put him in. It was hot that day so I laid the pack under the shade until I was done. I had over 10 rescued cats, all needing a home so I released him, not taking him because I didn't have room. As I sat under the bush, with a heavy heart, I knew that he may not have another chance, so back into the backpack he went, and we rode back to my work place. The next 3 hour was a challenge, he made such a fuss in my lab and almost escaped out of the covered box. After work, securely zipped in, we rode home in the 4pm commuter traffic. He was squirming all about, on my back inside in the backpack. I was stroking him off/on, praying that God would give us safe passage home. With his vet needs met, fattened, and endless XOXOs, he was ready for a home. However, that was not meant to be, as my hubby fell in love with his charms. For the very first time, he said, "I want him". End of story! I LOVE this nutty cat!
On a cold day in January, Lilly was found outside in - 6 degree weather, cold, shaking, hungry and so matted up you could see where it was pulling the skin on her tummy. Well what can I say? we could not leave her out there. The neighbor brought her to us and asked us if we wanted her. Without hesitating we said yes, we called the groomer and had her groomed and took her to the Vet right away. Now Lilly will never be cold, hungry or scared ever again. She has a forever home with us.
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While working in her yard one morning,a co-worker of mine heard a strange cry coming from under a bush. When she investigated, she found a tiny, half-starved, flea-bitten calico cat. She coaxed the cat into her garage, fed it, and took it to the vet. With a little arm-twisting, she convinced me that I would be the perfect "mother" for this little orphan. For fifteen years now, Annie has owned my heart and my home. Thank you, Chris, for the best present I ever received!
Gypsie and her brother were born one night in a junked-out car at my wife's workplace. Their mother didn't have any milk and they would have died. My wife brought them home every night and bottle-fed them every few hours, then took them to work every morning and "kitty-sat" them. We became foster parents to the kittens. When they were a few weeks old they were promised to other animal lovers by Pam's employer. When they were old enough, Smokey Joe (Gypsie's brother) went to a wonderful home. I fell in love with Gypsie and could not part with her. She became a part of our family and found her forever home with our other loving pets. Gypsie will be 7 years old in March, 2011. She and her sisters are loved so very much.
After having practically begged my husband for years to let me have a dog, she has arrived. We've only had Lucy for a week but she has settled in nicely. She is a "Happy Paws" rescue (Cobalt, Ontario, Canada). She is approximately 1 1/2 years old and is a black lab/husky mix. She is well-mannered, playful and very loving. We are lucky to have found her.
I am a dog lover by nature. However on November 24, 2010 (night before Thanksgiving) my son rescued a small kitten from the middle of the road. She was about 3 weeks old. I had to bottle-feed her. We named her Bella – she was so cute! The following week I took her to the vet to be checked out and he verified that she was approximately four weeks old. Last year I had so much tragedy in my life – lost my husband, underwent chemo, then lost my Mom. I believe Bella was sent by God to give me something to nurture and keep me company. She is a very spirited kitten. I support our local shelter, Georgia Canine Rescue and Rehabilitation in Cochran, Georgia, USA. We adopted a long-haired dachshund last year. I also have three Siberian Huskies that I love dearly, and one large long-haired cat, who adopted us about five years ago. Bella has become one of the family and I am very grateful I was the one chosen to take care of her. She has entertained me and brought laughter back into my life.
On a cold December morning my husband heard a noise from the porch when he went to see what is was he saw a fury little black ball we took him right in and fed him after taking him to the vets they said he was 5 weeks an 1 day old as our 4 cats 2 dogs and 3 horses chase him around and being so little we couldn't help but name him Forest because all we do is yell out Run Forest Run they all play and get along a welcomed addtioned to our family but who ever abandoned him is missing a beautiful loving creature he is truely a joy and doesn't take No for an answer
Poo was dumped at the Downey pound when she was 2 months old. She was neglected, malnourished and had distemper. The Bumper Foundation rescued her and nursed her back to health with the help of a loving and supportive vet who believed distemper doggies deserved a chance. While being fostered Poo bonded with a tiny gray kitten named LL rescued from the streets of Inglewood. I adopted them both in a 2-for-1 deal. Poo experiences some nervous twitching while resting, but otherwise she's fine - she has grown into a 35 pound, long legged lovely lady. Seing her blossom from her "special needs" beginning has been a source of inspriation for me.
I feel in love with Tootsie’s sweet face on petfinders.com. My little Cupcake (13 yr. old Chiweenie) passed away 11/2010 and left Molly (10 yr. old mini Doxie) and me broken hearted. Molly was so sad and was grieving so badly that she dropped from 15 lbs. to 11 lbs. in 5 weeks. My vet told me I needed to get her a companion quick. I knew I needed an adult dog for Molly since she is on up in years. I also knew I wanted to adopt a rescue. Tootsie came to live with Molly and me on 1/14/11. Tootsie is a sweet, playful, bossy little girl who quickly won my heart. She took right up with me and acts like she loves me soooo much! She is so much company for Molly while I am away at work each day. Molly has started eating again and seems happy. Tootsie seems to know that she is in her forever home. I can’t thank Petfinders and the Chihuahua Rescue Transport as well as Sue (Tootsie’s foster mom) enough!