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This is my rescue pup Geordi “Brad Pitt” La Forge. He is a German Shepherd/Husky mix, we found him at a shelter at only 8 weeks old, owner surrender - who could give up a face like this?? He got his name because his eyes are the same color as when La Forge takes off his visor. He went from a 15lb obstinate puppy who merely tolerated us to a 90lb pile of mush who cannot bear to be more than three feet away from us at any given time. His favorite place to nap is directly on top of me. 

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This is Jasper, we adopted him from a lovely family who found him as a stray (at this time he was in very bad condition and was covered in fleas + bites) however the family already had 4 cats so they couldn’t keep him any longer. Jasper has settled in to our home really well and has reached his first birthday, I couldn’t ask for a more friendly and adorable cat! 

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This is Lithium. She is a 6 month old rescue kitty from Wanderer’s Rest in Canastota. When we decided to get a cat, we went to WR and they were fantastic. She is super affectionate and has settled right in to our house.

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My mom and I found a little maltese wandering around by herself on the side of the highway. We took her to the vet and learned that she had no chip, was pregnant, and infested with fleas and hookworms. Her fur was matted, and she was dangerously underweight. We tried to locate an owner through a variety of means, but no one claimed her. We took her home, treated her infestations, and got her going on a high calorie diet. A friend of mine fell in love with her instantly. She decided to adopt her, and name her Yoko. 8 weeks later, Yoko popped out 4 of the cutest puppies you’ve ever seen! Gordon (above) is one of those puppies! His siblings were a adopted, but we couldn’t let this special guy who stole out hearts slip away from us. We knew we had to keep him. Today, Gordon just had his 7th birthday last week, and he is our loyal companion. He is a sensitive dude, acutely aware of our moods, and wouldn’t let me out of his sight throughout the pregnancy of our daughter. We may not have adopted him from a shelter, but I absolutely believe that picking Yoko up from the side of the road that day saved him and his siblings lives.

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This is Tyrion, he’s a three-legged tabby that likes belly rubs! We adopted him from Mt Pleasant Animal Shelter after they had saved him from a high kill shelter in Brooklyn. Not much is known about how he broke his leg, they assume he was hit by a car, but they saw how sweet and personable he was and decided to amputate and rehabilitate. He’s my first pet cat so we’re both adjusting at the moment but I think we’re going to do just fine :)

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As I was leaving my job at a hockey arena, I saw a small kitten running across the parking lot. I didn’t want him to get run over, so I took him home and put him in the guest room. He was very dirty and threw up some tin foil, so he was likely eating out the arena trash. I had just adopted a kitten a few months before, but I decided to keep him as well. When the vet finally confirmed he was a boy, I named him Lord Stanley. He still loves the smell of concessions food.

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I adopted Flannery from a local cat rescue (Friends of Felines). She was 6-7 years old and tested positive for FIV. I later found out that at one point in her life someone shot her because she’s got a bb pellet in her shoulder, so she’s an official badass.

She’s a beautiful and healthy girl. She’s the friendliest cat I’ve ever owned, greeting me at my door and demanding cuddles constantly. 

I just want to tell everyone that FIV is not a death sentence and doesn’t mean you’ll have a sickly cat. Don’t make it be the reason you don’t adopt an awesome cat.

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This is Nicky. My husband rescued her from a horrible situation over eleven years ago. Nicky was bought in a pet store by my (now) husband’s ex-girlfriend for her best friend to have a cat. The problem was her best friend didn’t really appreciate having a cat around and basically treated Nicky like garbage. It got to the point where the best friend had moved out of her house, left a litter box and food in a dish, and abandoned Nicky in the house. 

When my husband heard about this, he drove to the house and rescued Nicky, finding her with fleas, crying for help, and almost starving. It was shortly after he rescued Nicky from being abandoned that he broke up with the ex-girlfriend. The only good thing she ever did for him was to bring him closer to Nicky.

Yes, there are some lifetime complications with Nicky. She does have a bit of social and mental anxiety (more obvious when we have company over or when we go to bed, she’ll cry a bit because she feels abandoned and left behind), and our other cat doesn’t care for Nicky that much. She also loves brushes (as you can see in the photo. She loves being brushed and loves attention.) She’ll also tend to wander into the bathroom - whether or not someone is in the bathroom or she just wants to be in there to keep cool in the summer or meow at the toilet. My husband says she’s a little bit spacey. but that’s okay.

After my husband and I started our relationship, we were long distance and called each other every night. at least for five or ten minutes in each phone call, Nicky would meow into the phone to let me know that she was here and how she wanted to say hello (she can actually meow “hello!”, it’s really cute!) After I first visited my husband and met Nicky for the first time, she made me her rare exception and didn’t run away from me. she knew that her other forever guardian was here to make everything okay.

It’s been over five years since I came into the picture in Nicky’s life and she has made life very interesting. She’s not camera-shy and knows she’s gorgeous (earning nicknames like “Princess Pretty” and “Fuzzy Space Princess”), but she’s also a very sweet girl who is super loyal, doesn’t want to leave your side. In the winter, she’ll cuddle up to you under the blankets, and in the summer, she can be found by the fan cooling herself off. (With all that long hair, she needs to keep cool!) She’s not only my feline companion in early morning misadventures, but also my partner in late-night shenanigans. And this summer, she becomes a big fur-sister when we welcome a baby boy into our family. (Nicky is already protective of my little man, headbutting my belly to make sure he’s okay in there.)

It just bothers me that so many years ago, she had a rough beginning in a pet shop and later, with an owner that didn’t care for her, but since my husband stepped in and saved her, I can’t imagine our lives without her. This year, our little rescue kitty turns a magnificent twelve years old and I couldn’t be happier that she has a wonderful home with loving guardians (and a feline sister that may not care for her as much, but we know our tortie loves her just as much as we do!) 

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This is Roxi, my mini dachshund. She came from the Diamond Dachshund Rescue in San Antonio after her previous owner passed away, and I could not have asked for a better dog! 

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This is my handsome boy, Oscar. I received a distress call from a friend of mine whose family friend had taken Oscar from an abusive home where he was going to be euthanized. When she sent me his picture, I knew I couldn’t let him go. The first day he was with us, he was very grouchy and cried when he was touched. Over the last several months since he came into our lives, he has become a completely different cat. No longer scared to ask for attention or jump up for cuddles, he has been the perfect addition to our single (formerly double) cat home and a welcome companion to our older cat, who was missing his brother terribly. We can’t imagine our lives without him!