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Clifford (a 70 pound Aussie rescue) … and Zena Warrior Princess … (a beautiful Sheltie) … needed new sister (seems like a small 35 pound just weaned a litter of puppies and got dumped) to love.

We have two... They're great pets!

but definitely Aussie


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And, a heterochromat as a bonus!

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I saw her twice … and got a call …

I don’t know if I could have forgiven myself if I had seen her dead on the side of the road …

And your story put me in the sweetest, calmest mood before I go to bed. Thank you.

((((((hugs))))))

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And many adopted aunts and uncles.

Blessings to you and your husband for caring for our furry friends.

these wonderful furry creatures are my living antidepressants

They always give more than they take.

She's a poodle terrier mix of some kind. She was so skinny you could see her ribs. Half of her hair was gone and she was covered with flea bites. She was a stray found on the streets of Orange County, CA, about 600 miles away. She was in a kill shelter with a date and this rescue group drove down there and got her. We made a nice contribution to the organization and brought her home.

She was so sickly looking but they assured us a vet said she was going to be okay. I looked her in the eyes and told her I promise she will never be hungry again.

Fast forward to today, she's probably about 15 years old. She been the most wonderful dog and she's my girl and sleeps in bed with me. She's going blind, and is deaf. Oh, yeah, and she's a little over-weight.

Chloe looks beautiful and I'm sure she will have a wonderful life with you.

and the hole in my heart still weeps …

Hug your girl for me.

I feel very fortunate to have a chance to make her world better as she decorates my heart.

Wishing a wonderful lifetime together for both of you...

Here is Clifford and Zena

Clifford was a rescue … and now, Chloe …

I could not imagine Z and Cliff without each other … they have such boundless energy … time will give Chloe the opportunity to learn how to play (I hope)

where to come: totally beautiful...

another gift for me today

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I always had a hard time remembering the name of it though I remember all the words when I hear it.

So terrified of being abandoned … so sweet and grateful

how could anyone have just tossed her out?

Her sweet eyes have said “thank you” all day

((((Hugs))))

you were just the one she was looking for!

(and the last line in your post "and no one will ever throw her away again" -- very moving & powerful)

so that I could give her a home and she could give me peace

I'd operate a pupper rescue.
Abandoned dogs frequently turned up at a remote place I lived in Texas, became quite the pack of them. Unfortunately some of them already had heartworms, so they had to be humanely put down. My vet had the best way of doing so: first a shot overdose of anesthetic, they never knew what hit them next.
But that job ended, my cousin took the remaining 2 animals and one relocated with me on many travel gigs. "Bubba"
Many a trip across I-40 New Mexico, I've fed many Abandoned dogs. It's all I can do.
If I could full time rescue them all I would.

Some are so old and sick … some can be rehomed …. Some stay for the rest of their lives

we don’t have the heart worm troubles as bad here … too cold …

Thank you for caring for those when you could.
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That made me cry so much. The fact that so-called "people" throw away good dogs. Any dogs.

I'm so glad she found you.

I just hope her separation anxiety lessens …

But, usually either hubby or I will be here to comfort her.

All cats are perfect.

Watching Cliff and Z play with Wookie Soot (a 5 month old Maine Coon I recently adopted)

Z thinks Wookie is the best present I ever gave her… an interactive toy 😂

and they all came to us as "throwaways." We lived one block from the local pound, so they dumped them up the hill where all the kids play. We lived at the bottom of the hill. One "dumping" was a box full of about 8 week old black puppies. Luckily, by the time I realized I really wanted one to keep as my own, they'd all found homes.

But one of the best dogs I've ever had was a scrawny, mangy dog someone had dumped some months prior. He finally found his way to my house. Took me about six months to get him to trust me enough to let me feed him by hand and pet him. I thought at first he was some kind of afghan hound... he was that scrawny looking. One of the things he did that broke my heart was when I gave him a big dog Milk bone, he took it and ran to the side of the house and buried it. He was still afraid the food wasn't going to keep coming.

Just before Christmas that year, I finally got him to follow me into the house, to the warmth of the fireplace, and out of the snow. We took him to the vet and had him treated for worms (including heartworm), and severe mange. There were more than a few other treatments we had to give him, he really was a mess. But, oh, did he pay me back many times over!

Turns out this scrawny dog, when loved, fed, and properly cared for was a Leonburgher! He was huge! And he protected me like nothing else ever had (except for one attack cat who went flying across the room at someone he didn't like). Yet he was totally gentle and loving to all my cats.

He also taught himself to "help" me... he'd bring me things when I was having a hard time walking. He even found a way to help me get up off the floor when hubby would rub my back. I was making plans to take enroll him as a "therapy" dog in hospitals and nursing homes. He had the perfect temperament for it.

I always dread Christmas now. I lost him on Christmas day, three years ago. I bless the day he came into my life, and curse those who could take such a sweet, loving soul and treat him so badly. He'd been abused, we discovered... the first time we asked him to "sit" the look of fright in his face was horrible to see. I still miss him so bad, it hurts like hell.

There'll never be another one like him in my life. Last year, we adopted a dog who'd been adopted out prior every month for the past three months, and returned each time. While I understand why, she's still with us... she's part of our family and we're her pack. As she grows older, I hope she'll settle down enough I can walk her. She weighs 100 lbs. I don't weigh quite 90 lbs. and she's already broken my leg once! Too much size and energy for this old lady. But love will find a way, I gotta believe! (LOL)

There's something very special about the critters we rescue. They know, and they try extra hard for us, I believe. In return, we love them even more. And the holes they leave in our hearts when they cross the bridge never quite seem to heal. Take the pearly gates all you want. Give me the Rainbow Bridge and the babies who've gone before me, along with the energy to play with them once again. That's my heaven.

I think we must be sisters with another mother

am so glad you are on this planet with me

that there are so many of us who try to do right by these castaways. I blew it when we were looking for a home in this little town. I should have taken the cement block house that had about 4 acres of uncleared land with it. I think I'd have been much happier... no one to complain about a barking dog! (LOL)

My only regret is my age and disabilities keep me from doing what I loved so much to do in my younger days. That, and my cats are aging. I lose one or more every year or two now. Heartbreaks don't get any easier.

But I'm proud to call you "Soul Sister" in our love and efforts through the years! May there be many, many more creatures, big and small, we can help when needed.

Thank you for this happy ending!

“three dog night”