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We adopted Halley from a shelter about 2 years ago. He was living there for about one and a half years prior to us bringing him home. He was adopted once before, but returned due to a skin condition. Although I don't agree with returning a dog for something as minor as that, I'm happy they did because then he would never live with us. He is a wonderful addition to our already large family of furry friends. We love him so much and can tell he loves us too. We give each other lots of love and kisses!!!
After having our Yorkie Bogie for a year and a half, we decided he needed a companion that wasn't feline.After searching local shelters and not finding a dog compatiable with his energy, we looked in our local newspapers.The first ad I found was for a female Yorkie, and since I was at work,I told the owner I would like to see her when I left my job in 6 hours.I was told it would have to be cash, no shot record from vet she had done that herself, and I would have to meet her in an empty parking lot ( I know,I know) I was naive then. I told my husband to meet us there because something wasn't right (duh).After arriving at the empty lot she pulled up in a mini van full of kids puppy in her arms. All doubts put aside when I saw that face.She smelled like urine and feces but I didn't care she was mine.Took her home, she was animal friendly, but afraid of us, would cower if we came near always hanging her head ,didn't want affection, grooming was out of the question.At her vet appt. my vet Susan became IRATE! Molly had 2 parasites, one being giarda and ear mites.First words out of Susan's mouth were PUPPY MILL.Sure enough I saw the womans picture in our paper being arrested for running a puppy mill.The poor pups were kept in an aluminum shed, no windows,no air,(in the middle of summer) and drinking water with feces in it hence the giardia.Molly is 2 now healthy and the mom of 3 pups which we have kept. She has been spayed and is very much loved and in my lap right now.
Derby, our first rescue puppy, needed a friend so I searched online for months and finally found little Teddy. She'd been left behind as a puppy and had been in shelters for too long. She was scared and didn't trust much of anyone or anything. When we brought her home, though, she took one look at Derby and was a happy dog. Derby took one look at her and said, "I love that puppy!" They wrestled and played and have been best friends ever since. I'd always had purebred dogs before these two smart, loving girls and I'm going to be a rescue fan from now on.
i was in nashville and i was hang with somefriends and these kids came up to me and asked if i wanted a cat i said no at frist.so me and some friends where walking around and i see the same kids kicking and throwing something so me and my friends moms walked toward them and they trough something in a bush so i walked 2 a bush and there was a baby kitten somebody droped off so i graped him and took him back to my friends home too make sure he wasnt hurt and thank god he wasnt so i also heard the kittens sisters and brothers was under a guys tralier i tryed to get them but the owner told me to lave so i took the baby kitten back home with me and we coulndt figure out if he was a boy or girl so at frist we called him garfield but then we though he was a she so we called her ladybug but then it turned out to be a boy and the kitten was all was doing something crazy so i called him crackhead and the name stuck so now the cat is part of my famile i got 3 cats and 2 dogs so crakhead is my little buddy and he slepps next 2 me.
Bob appeared seven years ago on the perimeter of our property. After checking in with several local rescue organizations and posting a notice for an owner, we decided we would encourage Bob to stay. It took about year before he planted himself on the deck. ("What About Bob?" is where his name came from) From then on, he spent summer on the front deck, then moved to the back deck for the (mild) winter. He had his own doghouse, made friends with the resident animals (two dogs, one cat and several chickens) and stayed for life. After surgery for cancer (thus, the hat), he moved inside for the hospice care that became necessary, and was cherished to the end when dear old Bob died in my arms. Now, there is another cat lurking about. Who knows? If he needs help, we're here.
A kitten came with the house when I bought it. It was a feral kitten. Over time, it got used to me and would follow me around the yard.
As the years went on, I started leaving my back door open and she would come into my workshop. I tricked her a couple of times when we had hurricanes and closed the back door with her inside. She would just stay far away from me but still ate.
One year she vomited up round worms and I had to get tranquilizers from my vet and their catch pole. I thought now I could get her spayed. Never did see her with kittens. Come to find out she was a he and he was already neutered! Got him microchipped, dewormed, his teeth cleaned plus his shots.
He stayed in my workshop while he was coming around from being anesthetized. I was able to pet him for the first time! One day he wasn't there as he got up into my attic! I had to make these steps and ramps for him to get down. Nineteen days later he came to the bottom step to eat and was out the door.
He got roundworms again and I had to catch him with the catch pole and bring him in. Got all of his shots again and teeth cleaned. But this time, I brought him into the house. He stayed in a room with my bunny for several months. They got along ok and then I moved him to another room last year.
He gets along very well with one of my cats and he started playing with toys! He now sleeps in my bedroom with his best friend! His name is Kitty and I am glad I bought this house!
Skittles was found in June wandering outside my brother's home in a remote area outside of Buckeye, Arizona, where the temperature that day reached a hellish 119 degrees in the shade. Skittles was emaciated from obvious starvation and horribly dehydrated. My brother, who lives with five dogs, was unable to bring Skittles inside but made sure he had lots of food, water and shade. A grateful Skittles took to his new surroundings right away and gained a bit of weight almost immediately. In mid July, however, a pack of coyotes started appearing in the evening along with several rattlesnakes. Skittles was no longer safe outside and my brother, fearing the worst, asked if we could take Skittles in. My husband and I already have four rescue cats of our own and weren't sure we could handle another, but the thought of Skittles being left to fend for himself in such harsh and dangerous conditions was unacceptable. We took him and within minutes he had made the computer desk in the spare bedroom his new home. It has only been a month, but with patience, good food, air conditioning and lots of love, Skittles is finally acclimating to his new surroundings and to his furry brothers and sisters. He's already gained over a pound and is as sweet and loveable as they come! Thankfully, my brother can visit his little friend whenever he wants, which is good for them both. We look forward to many years with our sweet Skittles, and thank the Universe for leading him first, to my brother, and in turn, to us! Blessings all around.
I had two wonderful white toy poodles, Big Bit and Little Bit. They were not brothers except in my home and were approaching 10 years of age when Little Bit became very ill. The day before I had to put him in a wonderful hospital, we met a black rescue poodle who was to become Skinny Bit. Our vet and dear friend had brought him home from the shelter for another friend.
Skinny Bit was so skinny he looked like a praying mantis when he stood on his hind legs. He had an unbelievably loving spirit and the vet suggested he join our home. I told her I had my hands full. The next night I put Little Bit in the hospital. He had diabetes, Cushings and thyroid diseases. Too much to handle for one loving precious spirit and body. I had to let him cross the Rainbow Bridge. Big Bit and I were very adrift.
I called our vet/friend and told her LB had crossed the rainbow bridge. She asked if we wanted Skinny Bit. I told her I had to think about it. She went out of town and called on her way home. I told her Skinny belonged with Big Bit and me. We picked him up the next day.
Skinny had been on the streets - he was a stray who was supposed to be euthanize. He has adjusted so well and when I discovered he was 6 years old I realized he was meant to be with us. Little Bit sent him. Skinny is now not so skinny...he's up to 10#'s from 6!!! But the name stays.
Even Big Bit likes him now. He's such a happy dog. Thanks Little Bit for taking care of us.
I took my son to the store to look at sights for his bow. The local shelter was having their semi-annual adoption display there. We already had two dogs one being a puppy who was still under a year old, but when my son saw this sad face in the kennel he was in love! He had her named while we were still walking through the store. We ended up leaving with our new 5 month old puppy named after my children's grandma! Now after a year and a half, we cannot imagine our lives with out her!
My husband and I already owned one ferret, Frito, and I wanted to get another to keep our little fuzzy company while we were at work. We found a ferret shelter here in Louisville, KY (The Ferret Haven) and set up a play date for Frito so that he could meet the residents. My family and I took our Frito there on a Saturday morning, and he played with several ferrets, but Bella stole my heart. She was the smallest one there, and so very shy. She loved to be held and cuddled, which is unusual for a ferret, and she loved to give kisses. We adopted her on the spot, and took her home. After a little while, it became apparent that our sweet girl was blind. It slowed her down just a bit, and we monitored playtime with Frito, but she loved to get out and explore. We had our little Bella Bear for almost two years, when we lost her this June to cardiomyopathy. She was a special part of our family, and we miss her greatly. We will adopt again because there were too many other little girls and boys like her in the shelter. Ferrets are wonderful family pets, and I can't wait to find our next little personality.