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Monkey was adopted from a rescue shelter in Arizona at 10 months old. She is now 10 years old and the sweetest kitty with the biggest heart. She purrs and gives me kisses when I brush her. She is such a happy and spoiled kitty in her forever home.
I found Bailey 15-1/2 years ago in the woods across the street from my condo. He was just a kitten and a little bundle of fur, but he was flea infested and had eye and ear infections. Taking him home and nursing him back to health was the best thing I ever did. He is a joy to have and such a sweet and loving cat. He's getting old now and has diabetes and some other medical problems, but he's my baby and the best thing in my life. Oh, by the way, he's named after Bailey's Irish Cream since his coloring looks just like the color of the liqueur!
I adopted Lexi from a rescue when she was 6 months old. Her fur felt like bristles and her paws like sandpaper plus she was afraid of everything (even the newspapers lying on the floor). For the longest time she hid underneath the table all day and slept under the bed all night.
It took time, patience, and good food but now, 5 years later, she is a happy, unafraid sweetheart who no longer hides plus has hair like silk and paws as soft as cotton and smooth as glass.
I can't imagine what she went through during her first 6 months of life but I know in the past 5 years she has been treated like the princess she is. She was definitely worth the work and time.
Please adopt a rescue or shelter dog, you will find a diamond in the ruff.
I adopted Lasher 4 years ago, froma small shelter in San Clement, CA. I had just lost my first white shepherd to Lymphoma and needed to replace the empty space. I fell in love with him the moment I saw his picture on Petfinder and had to have him. I never knew that I would learn such a wonderful lesson by adopting this sweet boy who is now 8. Lasher suffers from Pemphagus, an auto-immune disorder that causes him to have open sores on his body and at very hard times, the pads of his feet are large open wounds. However, Lasher has never stopped trying to be there for me as my service dog, even in these difficult times for himself. He pushes through his pain and ailments to be with the person he loves most. This has taught me to try to not let my ailments be seen by others as "handicaps" but as something that makes me different. A story we should all learn and teach.
Oliver was abandoned as a pup in Alabama and rescued after a week of attempts. He was only four months old. A kind soul took him him and placed him on rescue sites for adoption. She put a red bandana around his neck, and in the picture he seemed to be smiling. We have had this sweet, intelligent, playful, loyal and obedient dog for 3 years and DOES smile. He is *perfect* and made our house a home.
I took my girls to volunteer at a rescue shelter/sanctuary. The moment we walked into Mr. Buffy's room he was there stretching to see me and followed me around the whole time wanting attention. At our hotel that night and for the rest of our trip all I could think about was him. As soon as we got home I put in an application to adopt him. He arrived just short of a month later and has changed our lives in ways I can't express. At almost 15 he still runs around like a kitten with all the energy in the world. When considering a pet please look at rescue animals and senior animals. They have unconditional love to give.
Each week my wife and I find 100 animals patiently awaiting our arrival for their nightly feeding at Indraloka Animal Sanctuary in Mehoopany, PA. It had rained heavily that day. But, as usual, upon approaching the barn the pigs began squealing, the lambs began “bah-ing” and the chickens started clucking- all indicating they were ready to eat!
Taking care of the horses first, I went out to the paddock only to find Copper, an older horse with arthritis, lying in the mud just inside the pasture shelter. Startled, he was shaking and wet and I could see he had bit his lip pretty badly- probably from his fall. Because he was lying on his arthritic hip he had been unable to get up and was exhausted from trying. My wife ran to get additional help.
As we waited, we calmly spoke to Copper assuring him we were there to help. He was lying against the shelter so we worked to pull him away from it and make it easier to flip him over onto his better hip.
The mud made it difficult as none of us could get good footing. But, after several attempts he was able to stand once again. Thankful he was not hurt, except for his bloodied lip, we headed towards the barn to clean him up and get a coat on him for warmth.
Once inside, we noticed the din had subsided as all the pigs, lambs, chickens, ducks and other horses were now very quietly waiting in their separate pens. It was evident they understood one of their fellow sanctuary residents had been in trouble and in their own way were offering their support by remaining quiet and calm in hopes of calming their friend. How heart-warming!
Sadly, Copper left us on October 1, 2010.
We found Tito on our porch one day, covered in fleas, oozing from his eyes and nose, and coughing terribly. It was a particularly cold and rainy winter season in Florida. He weighed 2 pounds and every bone stuck out of his body. I took him to the vet and told them that I could not afford to treat heartworm, but if all else was clear we would take him. Twenty minutes later there was an enormous 'cheer' from the back rooms of the clinic. Apparently, the heartworm was negative, but the whipworm, tapeworm, roundworm, and hookworm were not. He also had an eye infection, ear infection, pneumonia, mites, and a BB pellet lodged in his chest. All he could eat was baby food for the first two weeks. He was 6 months old at the time and now he's a happy 13 year-old 5.5 pound spoiled baby. He's part chihuahua and my son loved Oliver and Company at the time, so his first name became Tito. We are also Jewish, so the rest of his name is a wonderful blend of both our heritages. He is my 'umbilical cord' as my husband says. Follows me everywhere...even to the bathroom. The rain and thunder scares him, we think from all the time he spent in the rain when we first found him, and needs to be held during those times. He found his forever home in our house and our hearts.
My son found sweet girl Jazzy at the house of an aquaintence. She was a 3 month old puppy locked in a closet, and rarely fed.
Jazzy was so starved for affection that when he picked her up she filled his face with kisses.
The clincher was when the guy kicked little Jazzy, that sent my son over the edge.
He told the guy, since he didn't want to take care of her he was taking her.
At midnight, in walks my son with this sweet half starved baby who had nothing but kisses for me and anyone else she meets.
After 3 months, she's fat, happy and jazzy.
Now she has a yard to race around and play in. Jazzy is always jazzed and loves people and other animals.
She has brought pure joyous jazz to our home.
Breezy was 7 months old when we adopted her and she had spent the majority of those months at the shelter. She initially wanted nothing to do with my husband or I, but loved our Border Collie, Buddy. She would ignore us, and sometimes downright snub us! Now, 5 years later, she's the sweetest, lovingest, dog ever. She knows when you're sad or upset and will lay her head on your lap. She loves to cuddle on the couch, sleeps next to me at night...and as you can see from the picture, is a "Happy Camper" when we take the 3 puppies to camp!