Success Stories
Tiffany says about her cat, Wolverine:
When I lived in Huntsville I volunteered at the shelter, and one day when I went into the cat room the most adorable ball of fluff met me at the door meowing. I scooped him up and said, “Oh my, this is MY kitten.” It took a few weeks before I could convince my mom to let me adopt him, but eventually he really was mine! My boyfriend, now husband, named him Wolverine because of his face tufts that made him look like the X-man. Wolverine is an extraordinarily good cat. He has special bonding times with me and my husband: he sits in his lap while he plays video games and sleeps on me every night. And he likes both of us to spend some time “scratching” his tree with him. We call him our “besta buddy.”
Jane’s thoughts on adopting a senior pet:
Boomer! I met this little guy while volunteering at the shelter, but someone had already applied to adopt him, and I saw him leave with a new family. I learned he was returned the next day because he was “too old”. Yes, he was 12 according to his microchip, and had vision and hearing issues. All contact information from the microchip was invalid, and it was obvious from his overall condition that he had been on his own for a while. A few days later he was adopted again, but returned by the second family in a couple of days because “he sheds too much”. As he sat in the kennel and barked constantly, he became so frustrated that he actually rubbed some skin off his nose trying to get out. On my shelter visit that day, I knew I had to take him home with me, if only to foster for a while. The next day I actually adopted him and the rest is history. Now, he is almost 14, has very little vision and impaired hearing, but is the happiest little guy ever. We love him so much and he has given us unconditional love in return.
Never underestimate the joy a senior pet can bring to us all.
From Shelter Pup to Knight in Shining Fur:
Kelly’s success story with Sir Arthur John of Butterton
In September of last year, I adopted a little scruffy hero from the shelter—Arthur. He’d been tossed over a high fence into a yard with large dogs who had him cornered. Bravely holding his own, he was rescued by a kind-hearted friend of the shelter. Now known (and thoroughly spoiled) as Sir Arthur John of Butterton, he is the light of my life. A true protector, he barks bravely at strangers until they prove they mean no harm. He’s loyal, loving, and keeps me on my toes—literally! Thanks to the lovely long walks he insists on, my health has improved, too.
We are both tremendously better for having found each other.