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16 years ago one of the most special and precious things came into my life. Foxy is a Corgi mix. Foxy was just 9 months old when he was found on the side of teh road. We took him in and it was love at first sight. There was no way we could turn him away. Foxy captured my heart and has never let it go. He has been through thick and thin we my family and I. He is my little baby boy. Fozy is a momma's boy. He loves his human grandparents,and brotehr. He loves his doggie sister Amber (Husky Akita Mix). He also loves his doggie aunt and uncle Gonzo (Pitbull) and Chloe (Chow Akita Mix). And his doggie cousin Hunter ( Beagle). Foxy loves to play and snuggle. His favorite toy is his froggie. Foxy is a very loving,gentle affectionate dog. He loves to snuggle up with his mommy. Foxy is an old man now. He will be 16 years old on September 20,2010. He is still alive and enjoying life.
My family rescued a dog in July 2009. He looked almost like the twin of my precious dog, Mitsy, from my childhood. I immediately fell in love with him when I saw his picture on the shelter's website. Aidan quickly became a special part of our family. In March 2010, we saw a photo on the website of the same shelter of a pup that looked like the twin of our sweet Aidan, only a different color. We had to go and meet him! Unfortunately, Aidan and this pup didn't hit it off. We were very disappointed that we couldn't bring the other dog home. Then, as we were walking out, I saw a sweet, friendly face looking at me from within her cage. I had to meet her and get to know her! We took her outside for a walk and to meet Aidan. They got along very well and we knew she was the one we would be taking home. After a few days, Aidan and Callie became good friends and really enjoyed playing together. We noticed signs in Callie and wondered if she could be pregnant. When we took her to the vet, they said she was just in heat. As time went on, we still weren't convinced that she wasn't. All of a sudden one day, she wasn't interested in playing with Aidan or in any dog treats. She also looked like she built a nest area in the bedroom. I decided to make a whelping box and, as it turns out, she delivered 1 puppy that night! The vet confirmed that she was only having 1. Logan became the 3rd rescued dog in less than a year! If it wasn't for Mitsy, I'm sure we wouldn't have our dogs now! IT WAS MEANT TO BE!!
We moved here from Utah in Dec. 07. Utah had been our home our entire lives, that is where our family resides.
We purchased a home in Corona in April 09. Our children are grown. Our animals were our family.
In Oct., our beloved cat Simba, passed away after 17 years. He was a rescue from a shelter in Utah.
In Dec., our beloved German shepherd, Stormy, passed away at 11.5 years old. Stormy was rescued from her former owner, a police officer in Utah. She was four when she was rescued. We missed her greatly and began a journey to find another special friend.
Three weeks after Stormy's death. I visited West End animal shelter on January 5th, 2010. While there, I saw a beautiful, young, German shepherd named Hannah, who looked as if she had had puppies recently. I inquired and was told that Hannah was a 2 year old, wasn't available until January 14th, she had 10 pups and was due to be spayed.
That evening, I mentioned Hannah to my husband, he said he had looked her up on petfinders twice. January 14th, 10 am, I go to see Hannah. She is happy, healthy, a little skinny but seems to like me. I adopt her. Changed her name to Savanna, (Savanna = Save Hannah) She loves rides in the car. She really enjoys her new environment. She up to her ideal weight. She is friendly and happy. We love her and she is spoiled. She loves shopping at Petsmart and Petco. She usually picks one toy. She has a basket full of toys in the home and the yard.
Cathy and Savanna
PS give all the dogs and cats kisses and hugs from me and licks and slobber from Savanna. ;)
Bronx, then 18 months old, was on the euth list for Denton county in Jan 09 when a volunteer posted his story to a local pet rescue list. I'd always wanted a rottweiler, and I wanted a dog that was good with cats, so I took one of my cats in a carrier to visit with him. He sniffed the carrier and went to see what the dogs were doing. He was already 18 months old, so we had many adventures in the first few months, but he has done well. My grandchildren determined I needed a kitten, my cats were too old, in October 2009. So we went to the Fort Worth pound on half price kitten day. Which does mean 2 for the price of one if you have small children with you. Alex adopted Bronx shortly after he arrived, he shares Bronx's food and his nap space on the love seat.
I found my shy little pointer trotting down the street in front of our house in the sleet on a cold January day. She came right to me when I called, and has been the most gentle, well-mannered dog I've ever owned. Then my daughter found little Moxie, abandoned in a box next to a dumpster behind a store. We named her Moxie because she was such a feisty little thing, scared of nothing. Even when very tiny she loved to play with all of our big dogs, and here she is curled up for a snooze with Emma.
Sassy tested positive for Feline Diabetes during a routine blood test right after we found her in 2001. We were told that there was no cure, and no one knew how long she would live, but with proper care and medicine it could be quite a long time. We knew she still had so much love to give, so we gave her insulin and care. She made it through 2 serious diabetic episodes, losing her teeth and going blind, but still managed to be our cat we knew and loved.
Sassy (and her brother George who left us on July 14, 2008) had been with us though a lot of heartbreak 9 years of the struggle of infertility and 2 miscarriages, not to mention the struggle of life, but they were always our faithful companions, and never left our side.
Sassy's last day on earth was July 9, 2010. She had been steadily losing weight, refused to eat, and lay almost motionless most of the time. We were convinced that the end was near and hoped she was in very little, if any pain. She couldn't walk, couldn't eat or drink, but she still ate up the constant petting and soothing words.
Sassy had been our "baby" for 9 years. We loaded her up and took her into see the doctor and as we had suspected, it was her time. We held her while the doctor gave her the shot and watched her eyes close. She looked at us as if to say, "My job is finished.......and I can go now."
RIP Sassyâ¦â¦.we will never forget you.
This is Noel. She was found on Christmas day in an incinerator at the hospital where I worked. Her tail had been broken and she was covered with fleas. She had been thrown in the incinerator, as there was no access point that would have allowed her to crawl in. A janitor looked into the incinerator before starting it and saw here there. Knowing that I loved cats, he brought her to my office and she spent the day there, and then a friend took her until I could get my home ready for her. She lived for 18 comfortable years with her other adopted sisters and gave me such joy and peace. Please rescue, and if you can't provide a permanent home, there are rescue orgs out there that can. And thank you for donating with your click to the Animal Rescue Site!
I was meeting a rescue dog at a voluteer's home with hopes of adopting it, when the volunteer got a phone call about 2 labs in need of immediate rescue. The owners had gotten divorced, the dogs were no longer wanted.
I said I would go along to pick them up.
"Onyx" and her mate had been house dogs as long as they were producing litters, but when she could no longer have puppies, a pen was built in the backyard and they were thrown out like the trash. They had lived outside for two years.
Out of the pen, Onyx raced and raced around the yard like a wild dog. Her ears had raw sores from horse flies biting her. Who knew if she remembered her house manners or not? She came home with me that day, and has been our girl ever since. Our son named her Lola, and she is my shadow, my love and my perfect dog.
I hope she does not remember her days "in the pen" and I promise to make her remaining years the best a dog could have.
(PS Her mate Max found wonderful new home too)
bagel was a huge golden lab or retriever who happened to show up where I live I had just lost my dog whom I loved and she looked into my eys and I couldnt look away....
we knew no one would adopt her we vaccinated her and the vet said she had be spayed he was about 6 or 7.
bagel really suffered from this war zone we live near sderot and the sound of the red color alert would terify her she would scratch the door ,when a plane would pass by scratch scatch....
going on walks she would carry something in her mouth a shoe a rock and empty bottle...
the only problem was her food guzzelling and she would turn aggresive during meal times....
she had a bad leg but walked all the time and suddenly a week ago after dushi died bagels poor heart stopped
may she rest in peace
she was an angel
In the early fall of 1991, my son carried in this tiny kitten. She was near starved and had been mauled by a dog. I was home with the worst case of bronchitis and in bed. When he placed her in my hand (she fit in my palm she was that tiny), I exclaimed: "Aren't you a sweet little angel?" When she heard Angel, she looked up and squeaked at me and has answered to no other name or even "kitty". Now she's the dowager queen in our house of four cats. I know I don't have much more time with her so I cherish every moment that I have her.