Each day I would wake up the same way. With a smile on my face and everything in its place. Feeling whole and complete. Suddenly, it's different. Waking up from the night with a gaping hole inside yourself, knowing that life will never be quite the same. That hollow feeling doesn't seem to go away. As you know that the trusted pal you once had laying at the edge of your bed each morning, scruffy and content. Will never be there to greet you ever again. Growing up with a dog, having only known a life with them, comes to a shocking halt when they leave you. Until you can find the strength in the loss.
The second to last step for me was waiting for the dog and to prepare for him. When I picked Cooper out of his litter, I knew I was going to have to wait a couple weeks to get him and this worked out perfectly. I was able to get bowls for him, toys, and a crate. It also gave me the time to prepare mentally, because my little son would depend on me for everything and I would have new
We called him Tank. He was just sent to the Fort Myers ASPCA from New Orleans, Louisiana. He was alone and homeless after the Hurricane Katrina destroyed his hope for a future. It was fate that he was meant to be with our family. Seeing all of the good that was done to get my new puppy a forever home struck a place in my heart and made me appreciate all of the awesome work that this organization has done, not only for my dog, Tank, but also for the millions of other animals desperate for a better future. This is why I chose to feature the ASPCA and the many things that they do to make a difference in our world
Four years ago I finally got the dog I’ve always wanted. We got her at the Oshkosh Humane Society. There were two other families that wanted her,but they picked us to adopt her!
For the first couple hours having her home it was a joy. She would jump on the couch and I would give her a belly rub, I would go outside and she would follow me. But whenever someone else pet her, or tried to pet her, she would growl and run to me. She could tell that I chose her and that I truly, dearly love her. And I could tell that she truly, dearly loves me.
Then we got Rex.. well he was a retired cop dog and I could literally ride him around. He lasted about 5 months then someone stole him. Then we got George Regan, well this dog was so stupid he'd pee on you every time you pet him. He ended up biting someone on dogwood.. I have no clue how he got that far or why.. but the peoples daughter he bit kept him.. or perhaps they killed him and didnt tell me? Well then we got Jack, he was a jack russel looked just like wishbone. I went to work with mom for some reason, and one of her coworkers had him on a leash out front, well I asked if I could pet him and she said of course he's yours! That was a surprise and sweet gift from the Barbara. We had him probably 7 years, he ate her peper spray once and went blind he sill could jump up to your neck. So we took him everywhere he was my best buddy. He was the only one she'd let me keep in the house ( 50% of the time). Then her and amanda backed over him on christmas eve one year (I might have already told you this) I was out at lavanias with the village and here comes amanda in crying, she throws off her wig
I guess it was that moment that I knew that we were supposed to be together. When I went to fill out the adoption forms, there was a line on there that said Max was a pit bull. I laughed at my surprise. This little dog was too loveable to be a pit bull. After filling the paperwork out, they informed me that there would be a two to five day waiting period, in order for them to do a background check. They also asked me if I had a veterinarian, and I informed them that one of my good friend’s husband was a vet. I wrote down his name and phone number.
About two years ago my sister had taken in a dog named Morgan. At first I didn’t exactly agree with this because she already had a dog that she hardly took care of. When my sister brought Morgan home she was about two months old. I could still hold her in on had. And as I spent more time with her, she became my baby.
Maxie came into our lives November 20th, 2013. My sister found her on the side of the road. My dad told us that we couldn’t keep her because we already had too many dogs. We put up signs and uploaded posts on facebook asking if she was anyone’s dog. No one claimed her and she began to grow on everyone. Before long, she was a part of our family. We all loved her and couldn’t imagine our household without her. She was this little blessing that found her way into our house and I will forever be thankful to whoever’s dog she was, for allowing us have two years of joy with her.
When my parents brought him home they said “he may not be the best dog but he’s ours”. The reason they said this was because he was the runt of the litter and had a big head with a small body All I wanted was a dog who could run and jump and play. He was very weak and so he just laid on the couch for the first months of his life, But one day when I came home from school I saw him walking I immediately I shouted “he’s walking” we took him to the vet for the first time when he was two and the vet said that he was still very weak and he still
Four years ago while on vacation in Mexico we rescued our dog there. He was in bad shape, he had been abused and neglected. We saw him standing alone in the middle of the street, we drove up and put him in our car. He was wearing a collar with no tag but we were able to find his owners. They said they had taken his tag off because they didn't want him anymore and wanted him to "get lost". He was too big and they thought he was always in the way. It was so sad to hear them say that! He was very skinny, only about 100lbs and had bloody knees and elbows. We decided to adopt him. It was the first time we had a giant dog in our
Weeks passed by which seemed more like month. Week after week I went and played with the retriever puppies, it was amazing how they were so many different colors ranging form a light rusty red to a super light tan. I was in love with the little light tan girl. Each time I visited I watched and studied how they interacted; did they bark, bite, sleep, fight. This was very important to me to judge whether or not this puppy at only two then three, four, five, six, seven and then finally eight weeks old could potential make the difference in my future.
In addition to this, weeks later, I found myself at a shelter looking for a dog. As I walked down the hallway I saw this dog that popped out at me. He was so little, dark brown, big bold brown eyes, and all white paws, sitting there looking at me waging his tail. He even resembled a dog I had in the past. So I asked the lady to see him. When she brought him out we played and had a great bond like I have never experienced with any of my dogs. My family was also at ease because he was the only puppy to interact without