adoption

Our guide to animal adoption; learn why, where, and how to prepare to adopt a cat, kitten, dog or puppy from an animal shelter or rescue group.

My Name is Vinnie
I came into the world most likely as any typical stray cat. And to make my beginnings a little more non auspicious, I was born under a house in a mobile home park. But my very first glimpse of a human, was beautiful. The lady whose house I presumed my siblings and I were born under, was beautiful. She had the prettiest blonde hair, and blue eyes with wisdom I had ever seen. And being a newborn, I hadn't seen much. She brought us and our mother into her house, and make us a nice soft bed to sleep. It was here I spent the first few weeks of my life.
By jackie yamada5 years ago in Petlife
Her Name was Etta
I’ll never forget the day that animal shelter had called me. They told me that they had gotten a boxer that had been rescued during a police raid of an underground dogfighting ring. I had completely forgotten that I had even put in a request for a boxer all those years ago. At this point my family already had a black lab and three chihuahuas. The last thing we needed was another dog, but I figured the least I could do was to drive to the shelter and see the boxer in person.
By Alexander5 years ago in Petlife
Roberto I care for you.
Roberto is not a cat nor a dog nor a horse not a boar he's a pig. With freedom he roamed around my house. He goes up and down and over and out. Its funny how i used to think that was liberty. Here is our story:
By Wilver5 years ago in Petlife
Red, White, and Fur
“Is the wine okay?” The words wafted over my brain without much effect. I kept staring into the blonde contents of the glass, zoning out to the shimmer of refraction. My few actively firing synapses were prodding my brain with the question of what the hell I was doing in this upscale bar, and at this hour, and on a Tuesday, no less. My eyes drifted up from the glass to the person across from me.
By Cait Mikkelsen5 years ago in Petlife
Strange Bedfellows
The first time, it was an accident. Since my early teens, my primary goal of adulthood was to have and support a dog of my own. I had grown up around dogs and proud, self-proclaimed Dog People. My uncles were hunters who kept un-neutered, outdoorsy labradors, who we considered “a bit excitable” when they humped my grandma’s antique furniture and laid waste to the yearly Christmas tree with one wag of the tail. My parents, on the other hand, were partial to softer, fluffier English labradors with champion bloodlines and delicate constitutions. Despite their differences, every one of these boys (and yes, they were all boys) cracked 90 pounds and behaved like the doggiest dogs who ever dogged. Smaller dogs with less doggish dispositions were considered inferior, while anything more petite than a 40-pound spaniel was considered an absolute rodent.
By Cait Mikkelsen5 years ago in Petlife
Our Romie
“There’s something wrong with her,” I told my wife, worriedly. “She hasn’t made a sound since we got her. She doesn’t bark. Maybe she’s got a damaged larynx?”
By Michael Gettel-Gilmartin5 years ago in Petlife
Melting hearts
The first time I met Bonnie and Bono, they were absolutely terrified. We adopted them directly from the foster home where they had been placed as they were not coping well in the shelter. All the other kittens were there with their mummies except Bonnie, Bono and their brother Rocky, who stayed in the foster home. These three musketeers had been found from the streets without their mummy and brought to the shelter. They were not used to humans – they were petrified of humans – and the other cats in the shelter weren’t that friendly to these tiny furballs either.
By Jasmiina5 years ago in Petlife
The paws that saved me
When you’re born and raised in a third world country, you start believing there’s some sort of rule or something, like for example “YOU HAVE TO GET THE HOUSE FULL OF PETS” nobody really knows where they come from, some are found in the streets and some just kind of show up.
By Raquel Soriano5 years ago in Petlife
A not complete guide of how to care for your piggies!
Most people think that furry potatoes are just like couch potatoes; they don’t do much. People believe that guinea pigs just live their lives eating vegetables and hay, pooping, and napping. In reality, people are right to think that these adorable furry potatoes don’t do much. However, they’re cute as fuck, and that makes up for everything else.
By Jay Cordero5 years ago in Petlife
Savannah, Mackenize, Alyssa, Jacob and Ella
She was 18 here..In our duplex in Savannah.. Savannah Marie - When I went to adopt Savannah I walked into the Humane Society of AZ looking for a kitten, I was a sophomore at the University of Arizona, had my own studio apartment and was bartending on the USAF base to pay for because my mother had told me she would pay the rent and flaked out on it like everything else she ever offered to do that I ended up having to take financial responsibility for from my car, to health insurance when I lived at home, to wisdom teeth and I didn't want to live alone.
By Justice for All5 years ago in Petlife
The First Fourteen Years
We weren't in the market for a pet when she adopted us. My husband was full-time college student two months away from his undergrad degree and planning to leave the country for a year to work on his master's. I had just started freelancing full-time.
By LUCINDA M GUNNIN5 years ago in Petlife
A Tough Decision
"We can't give her away," I found myself saying, eyes welling. “Maybe we can convince your parents to take her." My husband and I had never intended to adopt two, let alone one puppy during our nine months in Israel. But here we were, two adorable, rambunctious puppies chasing each other around our apartment.
By Emily Fine5 years ago in Petlife