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Zsa Zsa was a resident at The Franklin County Humane Shelter in Tenn.This is a "no kill" shelter and it was not likely that Zsa Zsa, a special needs kitten would be adopted. As a volunteer for the shelter, I fostered her until she died.
In the picture I drew of her, it's easy to see how much she liked to snuggle.
I miss her !
In February 2010 I adopted Lola Falana from the Washington Animal Rescue League (WARL) in Washington, D.C. The WARL actually rescued Lola from a puppy mill in Arkansas in November 2009.
It has been six months and Lola is adjusting quite well to a loving, caring and normal lifestyle. She has experienced some health issues but with regular medical care, she will be a picture of health soon. It takes Lola a while to warm up to strangers. To me, she’s just an angel and I don’t know how I managed without having her in my life sooner.
The picture shown is Lola trying to get in the car to go for a ride!
One Sunday a cat showed up on our front porch. She was very sweet but very skinny as well. I instantly gave her some milk and she drank it very fast. We have 3 dogs and have never had a cat so I had to go to the store and get her some food. I couldn't stand the thought of her going hungry anymore. She is now healthy and playful. My 6 year old daughter loves her so much and decided to name her Maggie. I'm convinced Maggie came to our house for a reason and now that she's here we cant imagine our lives without her!
My husband and I adopted Jack from the Humane Society of Broward when he was four months old. A few weeks earlier, we had lost our German Shepherd, Magnum, to old age. For the first eight years, Jack was "an outside dog," spending his time with our other adopted family member, Logan. They were inseparable. But when Logan was gone, eight years later, Jack was introduced to a dog door, which allowed him to come inside. It wasn't long before the house was his. Sure, he still made sure there were no squirrels that would dare to enter his yard, but without Logan, he preferred to keep an eye on us.
Jack is 15 now and loves curling up on his beach towel. He can't hear anymore, so those naps are even more enjoyable. His hearing loss coincided with a move to a new house and the loss of his dog door. It was an anxious time for him. But he's picked up on sign language and we communicate just fine. His favorite word has always been "go." It doesn't matter where, as long as he's going. So that was the first sign I taught him. He's my shadow and goes with me everywhere, even though he has to allow me to lift him in and out of the car. He still manages several walks a day, but should a squirrel or a rabbit dare to cross his path, the puppy is back, if only for a few minutes.
I think he's enjoyed being part of our family, and he knows he has me wrapped around his . . . front paw.
hi there from Ascot, England. this is my lovely Ted, a funny and huge whiskered puss. what a handsome fellow! his film star looks grabbed me immediately. He has a friend called Fat little Maude and he thinks she is a toy and consequently is always in pursuit. we love him dearly . (and atlittle Maude too) he'd love to feature on your website.
Popeye is a one eyed Boston Terrier that my husband and I rescued from a shelter. When we got to the animal shelter, my husband told them to take us to the most pitiful dog that they had there. Of course they pointed to Popeye who they said only had 1 day to live since he had been there so long and no one seemed to want him. He was flea and dandruff infested, very dirty and quite thin with a very sad look on his face. My husband then said he's the dog for us and I fully agreed. He is now extremely healthy and loves to sleep under the covers in our bed and snore all night. He loves to carry toys around the house and play. We can't imagine what our life would be without him.
My Ziggy started out owned by an elderly woman who whacked him on the muzzle with a cane causing a horrible deviated septum. (As a result he has a horrible fear of canes and struggles to breathe.) From there he went to her daughter, then a friend, another friend and finally ended up at the pound in the small town of Johnson City, Texas where he was born. I was looking for a playmate for our first pup, Mr. Mocha Java (Mojo) who was now a year old.
We met him as his obnoxious poodle cut was so grown out he had dreadlocks and looked like a rasta puppy...so the name stuck.
Once a timid pooch, Ziggy has recently come into his own. Although his beard has gotten rather grey this year you'd never guess his age by his demeanor. He insists on a rigorous wrestle atop the bed each morning and has a wide and varied vocabulary....(just "woofing" is for dogs).
Our Mojo passed away last December and Ziggy and I are clinging tight to one another in fellowship. He's my loyal companion, faithful protector and one cute pooch!! Life just wouldn't be the same without him!!
Molly lived for 5 years in a puppy mill inside of a cage. She had no hair on her back side area. We rescued her from an animal rescue shelter. At first she was afraid of my husband and myself, did not trust us, afraid of all normal sounds in a home, but now she is finally coming out of her shell and follows me everywhere I go. My husband is blind and she knows that and stays by his side whenever I am away from the house. Finding Molly has been such a precious gift for us. We spoil her very, very much and she loves her new home.
My husband is gone most weekends fishing or hunting. My daughter is grown & on her own. I decided I wanted a dog for companionship. My husband believed dogs were for hunting or for protection. After some talk my husband agreed to allowing a dog in the house.
I asked my daughter to go with me to the Cedar Bend Humane Society. We took a couple different dogs out into the yard. None seemed to be quite what I was looking for. We were about to leave when my daughter noticed a 9 month black lab/border collie mix named Phillip. He had been at the shelter for a couple of months. We took him outside. He certainly didn't look like a "Phillip" so I asked him if he wanted to be a "Avery" and come live with me. I got a big kiss. He melted my heart and I had to bring him home. That was 2 years ago.
It didn't take long for him to melt my macho tough guys heart. If my husband falls asleep on the couch, this 50 lb dog has to lay with him. In the morning after my husband kisses me good bye, Avery has to get his love from papa. Avery loves to spend time with his papa, they go fishing and walking thru the woods. Every night Avery needs a banana. He will sit in the kitchen and whine until you get him one. The other night, we were out of bananas, I was going to give him a cookie instead, but papa went to went to the store & got Avery a banana.
Today I'm not sure who's dog he is, a papa pup or a momma dog, but that's ok, both of the guys in my life needed each other.
I found Jasper on a cold Minnesota day 18 years ago. It was 15 below zero and he was sick with an upper respiratory infection. I brought him home and once he got a clean bill of health from the vet and was neutered, he joined my two other rescued cats Cyndi and Kahlie. It took Jasper 5 months to realize he would have food on a consistent basis. He was forever grateful for a warm place to live, food to eat, and lots of love and never let me forget it. His purr was as loud as a motorboat and he touched the hearts of everyone who met him. Jasper was my constant companion through some really difficult health problems and gave me a reason to keep on fighting. The last seven years of his life, it was just the two of us and we formed a bond that I am not sure I will ever have again with another cat. I lost Jasper about a month ago at 18 years of age. Although I miss him more then I can say, he will always be in my memories and in my heart!