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We adopted Gracie (ears up) and a couple of years later adopted Jack (ears down). Gracie was slow to warm up to a then 7-month-old big 'ole puppy, but no matter how many times she gave him the doggie brush off (teeth slightly bared, low growl) he'd come right back at her with all his charms! As you can see from the pic, she's let him into her heart and now they are inseparable. Of course, he had us at our first look at that sweet face on Petfinder!
In 2005, we went to the Humane Society in town in search of a pet, and found an adorable long haired Chihuahua awaiting adoption. The woman at the HS was unable to find any paperwork on the dog when we asked about adopting him, and we stood by as a frantic search went on for his information sheets. It took more than 20 minutes for them to find his paperwork had been filed for euthanasia two weeks before. By some chance he had been passed over and was still alive and ready 12 days after his termination date. We filed adoption papers immediately, and even came back to visit him every day for the next four days before his surgery and release.
Chili's story doesn't end with his adoption, however, as he served as a companion for my mother through the last stages of her battle with Alzheimer's Disease. This amazing little dog became the center of her life through two difficult years, and he never left her side through the very end. My own relationship with him really began in 2007, and I have never in my life met an animal more grounded and eager to please (and content just to relax quietly when the time is right). Through my own grieving and reconnecting with my life, Chili has been a wonderful companion who has pulled me through a tough moment or two.
It wasn't my intention to adopt a pet for my mother, who at the time was barely capable of taking care of her own daily needs, but what happened at the Humane Society convinced me that this adoption was meant to be. At 7, Chili is healthy and happy and we have just passed the five year anniversary of his adoption.
One day I was looking at a rescue site and before I knew it Danny Boy was in the truck coming to his forever home. He was quite chunky, his fur out of control and came with a few fleas to boot. Danny was also a grummy gus for quite a while not knowing what his background was. He became the dominant dog of my trio. He was a couch potato. After about 6 months he gave me kisses (which he never did) and that day I knew he was "home". He's so smart and loving. After losing weight, getting his coat in order and exercising, he's a pretty boy. He's attends all the volunteer activities I do with the Greater Chicago Cavalier Rescue and shines.
I am a "foster failure"! Mellow is our third foster dog and came to us as a 3-1/2 month old puppy after her 90 year old owner had died. The Humane Society of the Nature Coast where I volunteer only has about 17 kennels, so we are almost always full. I took one look, fell in love, and offered to foster her. After meeting our other 2 dogs and 2 cats - all shelter rescues, she had found her forever home - all in 15 minutes. Please look first at an animal shelter for your next pet.
My husband was on his way to help photograph a wedding at a church when he saw a tiny cat on the side of a busy road. A homeless man almost stood on her which prompted Rob to leap out of the passenger seat and scoop up the kitten. There was nowhere to put her in the church, and she was meowing loudly, so I was called in the middle of shopping for a graduation dress with my mother to come and pick her up. She was so tiny, dirty and flea-ridden but confident and hungry! I fed and bathed her and she has been with us ever since, despite the no pet rule in our apartment, even the chairperson was subdued by her spunky personality. We named her Church, but she is really quite naughty and a menace to the vet! She loves having her ears stroked and she will not leave you alone if you are eating fish paste!
My big boy, Madison, was found as a kitten where we work 11 years ago. My husband had just moved into our current building and was watching outside the front door. He was talking to me on the phone and said there was a cat walking down the road, very close to the curb. All of a sudden he said “watch it!” A car had come along and struck the cat on purpose. He ran out to see what he could do for her, but she could not be saved. He noticed that she had been nursing and tried to find her kittens. We found 1 that didn’t make it. We saw another kitten (our Madison) in a parking lot behind ours with the second sibling that didn’t make it. He was tugging on her nose to try to get her to “get up” and run with him because he saw us watching and wanted to run away. When my husband (who was very allergic to cats) caught Madison 9 days later, it was just before a huge rainstorm came. My husband took him to a vet and said that if I wanted to see him, he would take me there. When I got to the vet and they brought him out to see me, he was so small, about 6-8 weeks old and I held out my hands and Madison looked up at me as if to say “sucker, I’m yours now!” My husband said “we can’t take him home, I’m allergic” I said “we’ve been married for 16 years, I want a cat now!” And that was it. He is no longer allergic to cats! We have a second rescue now who is Madison’s girlfriend, Cassie. It’s been worth every effort to have them as our furry “children.”
My dad was walking his dog when they found a little kitten in the grass by a manufacturing plant by their house. The kitten followed them home. He was very friendly and they didn't know where he came from. They gave him to some friends of ours first who named him Michael Jackson (MJ for short). When they moved to an apartment that didn't allow pets I said I would take him and it is the best decision I ever made. MJ talks all the time and answers me when I ask him questions. He comes when called and is very much like a dog. He loves to carry stuffed animals around in his mouth and play with them. He just sits and stares at me sometimes like no cat has ever really done. He is so smart! I am so glad my MJ kitty was rescued from being a stray. He has brought me so much joy.
Princess was rescued from an animal shelter in Victoria,TX and has become such an important part of my life.I have become so attached to Princess that I often worry about how devastated I would be if something resulted in her death. She has become almost like a child to me and I enjoy her company so much. Wherever I go she is near. Even when I mow, she follows me until she gets hot and then she situates herself in a shady location where she can see me.
Someone once wrote that, "The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog." I could not agree more! As I write this at my desk, I look through the doorway into the den and see Princess lying in her bed watching me and I am sure that I see love reflected in her eyes. She is my constant companion, following me wherever I go. Neighbors tell me that when they see me, they know that Princess is nearby. Her bed is by my bed and she retires when I retire. I know that she will be faithful whether I am rich or poor, healthy or ill, and that her devotion will be as constant as day follows night.
After a year of being without an animal in my home I couldn't stand it any longer. I found Chloe and Zoe, two tortie sisters from the same litter of kittens, through a local rescue organization and gave them a forever home. They had started life as feral kittens and have come a long way to become loving lap cats. Shortly after that I found Lucy, a lab-spaniel mix, through another rescue group and fell in love. Though I wasn't sure how Chloe & Zoe would take to Lucy, I needn't have worried. They snuggle with her every chance they get, and Lucy looks for them after coming home from a road trip with me. It feels good to have these 3 little souls to love, and who love each other, too.
Smokey is a feral cat who was roaming the farmland near us last winter. I could not see him go without food and water. He had already taken shelter in our shed and was very afraid of humans. I put food and water in the shed and a comforter in a cat house for him. When you saw him and when you approached the shed to put down fresh food he ran and stayed away until he thought you were gone. Little by little he would not run quite as far before returning. This spring I moved his water and food to the deck in hopes of coaxing him closer and to keep the other wildlife from taking the food. As you can see from the picture he is coming to the deck but he still runs down the ramp until you have left the food and went back inside. He will stay at the end of the ramp or to the opposite end of the porch. He will sit still while you talk to him but he still is not trusting enough for touching. Maybe in time - he must have really had a hard life before us.