pet story

I have an amazing, but sad, story of true bunny loyalty in the most unlikely form: a Cottontail rabbit.

After a year of keeping Brownie in my house, I released him into my backyard, expecting never to see him again. Cottontail rehabbers said it was perfectly fine to have my rabbit released at that age, since surprisingly they already have all the skills needed to survive.

Amazingly, my rabbit returned constantly, seeking my companionship (even though there were at least three other Cottontails my rabbit was commonly seen with). This went on for a full month, but was tragically cut short due to a terrible turn of events.

There was a kindness in his eyes that drew me in from the moment I first saw him. We had an instant connection; but he was not meant to be mine. A friend knew I had helped other animals get homes in the past and she asked me to help her find one for this beautiful cat.

The cat was jet black; he had soft, sleek, fur and was very affectionate. He would wind himself around your legs constantly, purring and would jump into your lap when you sat down. I found myself attached to him quickly; but knew the task ahead, was to find him a home.

It was easy to find this cat a home. It made me happy to see his new owner thrilled to come and get him.

At 12:30 am on Tuesday, May 19, 2009 my best friend in the whole world, my 16 year old black Lab, Sugar, died in my arms. I don't have any close family so Sugar meant everything to me.

I knew a few days before she died that Sugar was very sick and might not live. I went to the local humane society to register to adopt a dog. I had adopted Sugar 10 years before.

Toronto, ON (May 16, 2011) – Loyalty, bravery, unconditional love, devotion and intuition – these are just a few of the ways to describe the 2011 Purina Animal Hall of Fame Inductees – K’os, Moose, Scooter and Missy, and Stinky.

First & foremost, I am far from being a writer. I simply felt the need to write something to express gratitude for the selfless acts given by virtually an entire community of warm hearted people. Might I please first start by introducing myself? My name is Christopher LeBlanc. My family and I are from Central Massachusetts & I had occasion to be in Branford at my Mother-in-Laws house this past weekend, 11/13 through 11/15. Now my intentions were only to have a short visit on Saturday as my 11 year old daughter Rylee and I were making a stop off to show Mom-in-law & my Mom our newly adopted 6 & 1/2 month old Italian Greyhound/Jack Russell mix puppy.

John, Peppy and I had recently moved to a small town in Alberta from B.C. One evening while on an exploration of the area by car I saw something out my window.

I yelled, "John! There is a kitten on the side of the road! Turn around!"

John turned us around but we didn't see the kitten at first.

John then saw her on THE OTHER SIDE. Much to our surprise and delight, the wee thing had crossed the 110 kilometer, very busy highway and SURVIVED.

I hopped out of the car armed with my warm, white sweater.

Frightened, hissing and tearing up the side of the ditch covered in tall grasses, I watched this tiny bundle of fur.

A pound in Utah was so full it sent some of its puppies to another pound in Salt Lake City, in the hope they might be adopted. We had been using Pet Finder for several months, searching for a Corgi mix puppy, when we came upon Chaco’s picture. We had run into some trouble previously with shelters not wanting to adopt out-of-state, so we tried not to get our hopes up. The lady at the pound told us that Chaco had been ‘viewed’ by potential families but was still available. He had to be adopted by the end of the week or his time was up.

From the blog: 3 Woofs and The WooTWoo

It’s hard to believe that in just a few short months, Tweed will be 10 years old. To the unfamiliar eye, he looks like a young adult dog, and nobody ever guesses he’s more than 5 years old. Even I forget he’s not 5 years old.

Watching him age has been both beautiful and painful. I did not get the chance to embrace Briggs’ aging process … he was an old soul from the time he was small, and his health problems aged him faster than he deserved, or I could believe. He was always an old dog, to me, and I lost him when he was not yet 11 years old.

The day my life changed for the better was the day I met Killian, my Border Collie Angel. I have always loved animals, but I didn't know anything about Border Collies. A friend of mine was a breeder and she had her first litter. On impulse, I had to buy one.

This little puppy, known as King of the Pups, attached to me immediately. I would lie down on the floor and he would lie on my chest. If I left the room, he would cry until I returned. It didn’t matter if someone was in the room with him or not. I felt the pull on my heart strings. Little did I know that I was making such huge investment in myself.

Our Lab Betsy had delivered her litter of four pups and there was an air of anticipation all around. But I was uneasy. Betsy, in her newly upgraded status, presented the perfect picture of motherhood, carefully and fiercely protective of her pups and generally looking at everybody with that serene, tender look that only new mothers seem to have. Tiny furry balls of a mixture of white and fawn, like their mother-they were almost alike in colour and size. Two weeks to go for the pups to open their eyes into their new world, all the while feeding on Mamma’s milk and so there was nothing for us to do.