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.
Voices Unheard: Actions Speak Louder Than Words
There is only a few things things in life that I just cannot stand hearing or seeing, and that my friend is animal abuse, animal cruelty, and animal shelters. If you see animals in a shelter or pound that means they were strays, abused, or left for dead. The owners did not want them anymore. You always see animals for adoption which I love and hate. I love it because people are trying to find them good homes, means they care about these animals. I hate it because the fact these animals are in a shelter due to humans. The fact they sit and wait, kind of like a nursing home or jail for humans. You get visitors, food, shelter, but you wait until you get to go home. Well I cannot afford to save them all, but whenever an opportunity comes to save an animal, I will accept that opportunity to do so. One day that opportunity came and I would like to share my adoption story.
By Jessica Sheely5 years ago in Petlife
A Story About Socks
This story is about my family's dog, Socks, and how he came to be such an important part of our family. The story does not begin with him, but many years before. It starts with a family and a flea market on a hot summer day. This flea market has indoor and outdoor portions, but it's blazing hot no matter whether your inside or out. Now at this flea market is a stall with a large tent and many dog carriers. They are all empty, with the dogs free roaming in a caged in area. Now what's a family to do with two small children who spot dogs to do but to fall in love with one?
By Cody Dunnington5 years ago in Petlife
Save a Pet, I Saved a Pacco
A dog can change a life. I like to think I changed Pacco’s life. As a kid growing up, my family had dogs; Schipperkes to be precise. Belgian herding dogs the color of midnight, no tail, and plenty of spunk. My parents had owned Drexel and Jackson, sibling Schipperkes from an AKC licensed breeder in Nebraska prior to and during their time in Georgia, which was several years prior to my birth and I lived with these two wonderful Schipperkes until my mid tweens. Jackson was the first to go; he developed throat cancer and after several months of my parents witnessing him deteriorate, they had him put down at the ripe old age of 14.
By Spenser Odell5 years ago in Petlife
Moon Dog
There is something magical about a solar eclipse. Something that makes it feel like anything is possible. During the "Great American Eclipse" in August of 2017, I know I felt that way. I was in Columbia, South Carolina, one of the best places in the country to see the total eclipse. I was just starting my sophomore year of college, and life felt like my oyster. There I was, sitting cross-legged on a blanket in Maxcy Gregg Park, black-tinted glasses on, and eyes pointing towards the sky. The sun was just about covered, only a few more moments and it would be completely hidden behind the moon.
By Isabelle Carroll5 years ago in Petlife
FRECKLES & JULIAN
My block is known to be a place where stray cats feel safe, can get a meal or a warm place to sleep if necessary. Some of us suspect the reason behind all the strays are that they are runaways from neighboring streets. To some of us who already have cats, it’s pretty easy to develop a relationship with those that come to visit. Some of us even name and adopt them. Despite all the love shown and given the cats still choose the freedom feeling of being on the outside. Who can blame them? It is apart of our nature to be on the outside appreciating the fresh air and about all the action. People who like to go places may travel with a crew. Cats, travel with their pact. It is a sight to see their tails wagging, paws stepping, and eyes fixated on their adventures. And then the expected, risky but beautiful thing happens. A female stray turns up pregnant. I have my own rescue story of a female cat and her litter.
By Beautiful Intelligence5 years ago in Petlife
Cookie. Top Story - April 2021.
I remember it was a midsummer day in New Hampshire, The sky was clear and we were on our way to the beach. It was one of the few trips we had gone on as a "family" including myself, my brother Tommy, Mom and her boyfriend Eddie. The first stop of the day was to an open house for prebuilt modular homes. Mom thought it would be fun to look around for a cheap new house despite the fact we wouldn't ever be able to afford one. I understood why she wanted to keep her hopes up though, our house was a beaten down, single wide trailer with plastic sheeted windows and multiple holes in the roof. Locals and family friends had named it "The Hippie Shack".
By Mollie Harrison5 years ago in Petlife
The Catman of Austin:
My husband, Ronald, an army brat, never had a pet. But in 1984, I convinced him to let me adopt a stray kitten. He agreed, under one condition: he got to name her. For the next ten plus years, the cats we adopted were named after his former girlfriends. That first kitten, Tomeka, crawled up on his pillow that first night with us and peed on his head. Don't ask. Tomeka was allowed to have a companion. Denise, and so the naming went until that Christmas Eve’s eve in 1996 when I rescued a sickly orange kitten, the last in the box of Free Kittens. My husband's initial reaction was, "No." Still, I took the little guy to our vet.
By Mindy Reed5 years ago in Petlife
