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Murphy by Sande Elkins

My Murphy passed away on Sunday. I hadn’t wanted to admit it but she had been sick for quite a while. I kept thinking that I could fix her and she kept fighting. She was always a fighter. About fifteen years ago, I found her by the side of the road. She was a tiny little kitten, not even weaned, that our vet thinks was most likely tossed from a moving car! I was able to find her because she was screaming her head off but not out of pain or fear…she was pissed off, lol! The vet removed her shattered tail and part of her spine. Because of that, we think she always lived with pain but live she did. She was such a unique character. I will tell her story later in my journal. I think you will enjoy it, her life was full of stories….and love and joy. I’m oddly at peace with her death. When I realized what pain she was in on Sunday and how quickly she’d gone down hill, a matter of hours, I prayed that she would have a peaceful passing. My heart hurt so badly the entire day; I knew the end was near. I managed to get her to drink some chicken broth and then she lay back down, so weak. When I checked on her later, right before dinner, she was sleeping so peacefully. My husband looked in on her thirty minutes later and she was gone. I think it is a blessing that she went so easily and so quickly…..but I will miss her and her fighter’s spirit.
Baby Face by Cindirelli

My kitty cat, Baby. I rescued him and his brother (Junior) one very cold wintery night. They made it to my front porch after their mother was killed by stray dogs. They were the surviving 2 out of a litter of 4. I wasn’t about to loose them as well. They have been with me now for almost 2 years and are a wonderful addition to my / indoor only family of cats. Congratulations! Baby has been Featured by the Rescued Pets Group! 09/21/09
Ready or Not, Here I Come! by NicoleH

This is Tayla, a kitten from a semi-feral mother cat who showed up unexpectedly in my backyard. Tayla is climbing down after an excursion in a big oak tree. Her mother is siamese, and her dad was just plain tabby. :) Tayla spent the first few months of her life outside, without any human contact. You would never know now that she was considered feral, she is a very affectionate cat who loves being pet and played with. You can tell by thius picture she still loves playing outside. However she is just as comfortable playing inside, or curling up in her favorite spot in our sun room for a long nap. I plan to donate a portion of sales of any of my cat pictures to our local cat rescue organization SOCKS (Save Our Cats and Kittens). They are a great non-profit organization and no kill shelter that rescues hundreds of cats from being euthanized every year. Featured in the Rescued Pets Group Thank you!
"Isaac, First Day In His New Forever Home" by Melinda Page

This is Isaac, he was rescued from the local pound here in Leitchfield Ky. We rescued him at 14 weeks. Isaac is an Australian Shepherd. He is partially deaf and almost blind. He is the victim of very bad breeding , which is the reason for so many problems. At first I thought he was a mix but when I showed him to a breeder here she told me that he was pure, but the victim of a lousy breeder. I was told he is what they call a “Lethal White” which is the result of breeding a merle to a merle that can produce some beautiful pups but around 25% of pups will have problems as Isaac does but many times much worse. They will destroy those pups at birth, therefore the name! He was left on a chain at 9 weeks of age when his previous owners just moved away and left him there. Their next door neighbor didn’t help him or call anyone for 4 days. Poor little guy was skin and bones with no food or water left for him. The day he picked me out, was the first time I had ever been to our local shelter, went there looking for a female adult large breed such as a Doberman, because I had just lost my best girl of 19 years. I felt him looking at me even before I saw him, fell in love with him, went home told my husband about him, he made it clear to me that I must have lost my mind, because Isaac was everything that I swore I would never own. He was male, plus coat, medium size, puppy, well that went well. Was there early the next morning to take him home, I found out that day was to be his last day there, lucky lucky us! He is the most wonderful little guy we could ever hope for. He thinks we are pretty cool too!
Toonces Keeping Warm by Magnum1975

My rescued Cymric Manx Toonces does not like to groom so he gets shaved on a regular basis. After one such shave he could be found in front of the fireplace keeping the backside of himself warm. When we rescued him he was bald from his shoulders back. Unfortunately Toonces succumbed to liver failure in June 2009. He will be greatly missed. Congratulations! Toonces has been Featured by the Rescued Pets Group! / 09/21/09
Harry and Oscar Playing by Andrew Trevor-Jones

© Copyright 2005 Andrew Trevor-Jones Harry and Oscar Playing This shot was taken 4 years ago, not long after we got Oscar. He and Harry used to love playing together. Oscar still plays with Harry. Harry and Oscar are both rescued pets. Harry came from PAWS and Oscar came from Hawkesbury Companion Animal Shelter in February 2005, 2 days before he was due to be put down.
Lucy Lu by Diane Swarts

This is one of my Shih Tzu’s Lucy Lu, she is a rescue from a toy breed rescue foundation in California. She has some issues that are still present, but she has resolved many of them since I adopted her 7 years ago. She doesn’t like her pictures taken and will turn her head at me if she see’s the camera pointed at her. So I dont have many pics of her looking towards the camera, this is a rare moment where she wasnt concerned with the camera. She just got out of the pool and was baking in the sun, thus her nappy coat! / Thanks to the Rescued Pets group for featuring this image Sept 2009 /
This is what I think !!!!!!! by Larry Davis

These are my eldest and youngest. / Squeak on the left, who we got from the animal welfare centre 18 years ago, and Squirt on the right, who I found dumped in a car park 2 years ago….. / Squeak is letting me know what he thinks about getting his photo taken….( note the tongue ) taken with a p&s Panasonic Lumix FZ30. ========================
Roxy by emanon

Roxy belongs to a friend and she is a rescue dog from the Dogs Trust. They got her when she was 4 years old and travelled down to England to pick her up. Why would anyone let such a pet go, I have no idea. She is an absolute sweetie, loves cuddles and just wants to please you. Roxy now has a wonderful home, has the company of 4 cats that she thinks are her puppies and keeps rounding them up to wash them.
My lil' Star by vanStaffs

Our cat Tussi show off her extreme whiskers. / She won “Pet of the fall 2008” in our local newspaper with this photo. She was also Miss May 2009 in Gourmet Gold’s calender. Tussi is a rescue cat and we’ve had her for 3 years by now. She was found, together with 10 other cats in three cages, outside the gate to the Cat recue home Tassebo an erly morning in April 2006. We saw her on the Internet and we just couldn’t resist taking care of her.
Jake by CraigsMom

This is the first time Jake has been out and been given the freedom to run the paths and trails at a park. Giving a dog the freedom to roam is like giving your child the keys to the car for his first solo trip. There is a little apprehension!!! Jake did fine. In fact he never let us out of his sight. He loved running with Koko, sniffing and exploring, but he was always making sure he knew where we were…..and he responded to “Come” perfectly. He has come a long way from the sickly, underweight dog with absolutely no training that we rescued from the Animal Shelter. “Koko”:
Keyboard Baby by stephaniek

We just cracked up when we saw Baby aka rescue kitty playing the keyboard! She only played a few keys, but she did it perfect, LOL. Baby was rescued by my daughter when she was approx. 4 weeks old and we bottle fed the little baby whom we named Baby!! She is a soft as silk Tuxedo Cat. She has the cutest beard and mustache, lol. She is just over one year old now. / BEST WHEN VIEWED LARGER /

Recent Work

THE QUEEN IS NOT AMUSED by Dayonda

I had to pick the stubborn little thing up, which only fueled her fire. She’s very aware of her superior position in the house, and she owns Daddy. Sometimes life doesn’t go the way you want it to, even if you’re a spoiled-rotten cat! The Rolling Stones put out the song YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT. . . STONES. / Or from the original vinyl Rescued: Molly went from being a starving little mother-to-be on the street to having her own house, bed (once ours), and her very own daddy (she thinks). While she likes me somewhat too, she’s daddy’s girl. / She didn’t want to move off Daddy’s feet, so I had to help. I might add, but it’s obvious, that she’s gotten a bit plump since she moved in here. Any Tabby with brown hair behind its ears is a brown tabby. On this bedspread, the brown in her coat really stands out! Normally she looks kind of raccoony grey. CAMERA: CASIO EXILIM 12.1 MP / Zoom: extended to visual zoon, not electronic / Lighting: Indoor, incandescent / Setting: Sports
Home for Christmas by Lucindawind

these are 2 of the kittens Ive looked after at the shelter … they would like a forever home All money that I make from sales from Red Bubble will go to the / TorontoHumaneSociety
Minnie's So Happy To See Me! by Mark Ross

This is Minnie, a 2 year old female chihuahua mix of some sort. Doesn’t it look like she’s happy to see me? She doesn’t even know me, yet look at how happy she is to see me. Did I say that already? Click on Minnie to enlarge. / /
COLBY! in Trees by kodakcameragirl

This is my kitten colby, he got into the christamas tree branches, he was having so much FUN! Taken with my Kodak m1033 / Smart Capture We rescued Colby, a customer of my antique shop found him on the side of the road and he’s now Cheddars brother!
Catwalk by Berns

As is: Rescued boys, our kittens, four month old Itchy and Scratchy, going for an autumnal stroll along a pathway leading down to the Albaida River, Xativa, Spain. The leaves on the ground are mostly Fig and Walnut. / Fugifilm Finepix S1000fd / f/3.6 Expo 1/280 ISO-64
Spring - 5 Months by Arla M. Ruggles

Truly, descriptive words are a waste of time when it comes to little Spring. Our sweet pony was rescued five months ago, today. She continues to grow more strong and beautiful with every passing day. (2009.NOV.17) Spring’s Story: The Miracle Of Spring: Orphan Mustang Spring’s RedBubble Album
Hello Mr. Tree, I'm Chyenne by Edward Henzi

Chyenne introduces herself to Mr. Tree as she enters the Enchanted Forest. She says I’m following Buddy’s old trail on my daily hike. I belong to Ed and Dennis. They rescued me so I could have a nice place to live when their Dog Buddy died. I’m a Catahoula Leopard on one half and an Aussie like Buddy on my Mom’s side. I’m 3 years old. I’ll be seeing you everyday Mr. Tree.
Perfectly Content by Vanessa Anderberg

R-2 in the sun, helping me with my work:) / She is one of our 2 yr old twin reverse calico cats, that we rescued in 2007. Her mother was killed by a car, and we kept the twin kittens together. R-2 is like a magnet, to me. She is everywhere I am….literally. / . /
Pennie by Tracey Hampton

This is our beloved Aussie Pennie we found her in a local shelter
This is Tigger! by Mark Ross

Tigger’s a male tiger American short hair cat posing for his portrait while in his shelter kennel. He was saved at the eleventh hour by a big hearted rescuer. How great is that? Click once on handsome Tigger to enlarge. / / / /
Dr. Mikey, Therapy Dog by Julie Marks

Our dogs bring us solace and no matter how we feel or how ill we may be, the dog is the one animal that can swim across the psychic moat and trot right inside our heart and soul. They intuitively know us in a way humans cannot given their special sense about our psychological and physical needs. The clinical literature on dogs as agents of healing is vast. Boris Levinson, an American Child Psychiatrist, coined the phrase pet therapy in 1964, following observations he made when he began to use his dog, Jingles in his sessions with severely withdrawn children. I could write a book on this subject since my dogs have always been my co- therapists since I spend the majority of time working in an office in my house learning from many of my canine colleagues invaluable insights. One woman who my English Setter, Willard adored came in one day and would not stop berating herself for not being a better mother and hoping she had not made irreparable mistakes after a nasty divorce. Willard stood by her chair and the more she criticized herself, he would bat her with his paw until it became so noticeable that she asked me, Why Is Willard hitting me with his paw? I found the scene quite amusing and knew at some point given Willards persistence batting her every time she spoke of her lack of self worth that my client who also owned two English Setters would finally break down and notice his peculiar behavior. I replied, Willard loves you and by the tone of your voice knows you are being very unkind to yourself. He will not stop communicating through physical action until you stop your self criticism. At first, my client looked at me in disbelief and could not believe that Willard was communicating to her despite his usual position on my couch upside down with all four legs straight up in the air. I always knew sessions were going well when he went to sleep in this position alerting me that he felt relaxed about how well the session was progressing and I could do all the work. Today was his work day and despite my comment, the client continued to list all the things she felt she had done to break up her marriage and damage her child. With each comment, Willards physical reminders became more pronounced, and although he would never hurt her, he made sure she knew her berating herself would result in a quick paw smack to her closest thigh. Obviously, we were not making any progress as she continued to describe herself as the most consummate failure of a mother in this century. I asked her if we could talk about the impact of the divorce on her son without her harsh and angry critique to see if Willard would stop his disruptive and insistent pawing. She agreed and began to express deeper feelings about her fear about her sons welfare and her rage at his fathers lack of attendance to his sons needs. As she explored deeper issues affecting her mood, Willard went back to his cozy position on the couch and finally fell into a deep peaceful sleep. As I said, examples of my dogs as therapists are numerous and like Boris Levinson, I had an experience with a child who was selectively mute. She stopped talking to adults although occasionally she would speak to her very few friends. Again Willard came to the rescue. If children were ever afraid of dogs, this would change after meeting my sweet, loving and dopey looking partner. At first, my little client would only talk to Willard telling him about her shyness and pain of isolation in her family and in school. It was amazing how open she was with him completely ignoring me without a greeting or a goodbye. I was the conduit in which she could speak because of my intuitive and very special dog. The most poignant story involves my dog Mikey who you see in his photo looking depressed and in a deep state of despair. For many years, Mikey was a therapy dog working with children on the Oncology Ward at Children’s hospital. He has a staff badge with his cute freckled face that says, this staff member must be admitted to the hospital at all times. The only thing he lacked was a beeper or cell phone that would alert him to the condition of the forty kids he related to in the recreation room every Monday. It is amazing how intuitive this breed is. I have been told that bird dogs have amazing memories since they must remember where that bird was when it was time to do their dog work. There were times in the intensive care unit that Mikey would point the whirling machine that looked like a bird and we explained that although he seemed human, he also was bred for another purpose. Mikey knew how to selectively relate to each child. For those that were frightened he would simply sit quietly in front of them until they felt comfortable petting him and for many who called him Freckles he would lie on their laps and be allowed in their rooms to comfort them when they had a difficult day due to chemotherapy or the ravages of their disease. The kids were troopers. They were brave, rarely complaining and always in great spirits on the day “Freckles” visited them. His pictures were all over the walls of the unit and with the help of a child, we made a coloring book of Mikey so the kids would have their own special drawing of him on the days when other therapy dogs would arrive. Mikey knew every child in the recreation room and if one was missing, he knew he or she had passed over what was referred to as the rainbow bridge. He would come home despondent and would not eat for two days after the loss of one of his kids. One evening I got a call that a young boy requested that Mikey come to his bedside at Childrens Hospital. He was seven and had told the doctors and his parents that he knew they had done all they could for him and there was only one living creature that could help him now, Mikey, his precious red haired freckled friend. He told his doctors sensing he would not make it through the night that he wanted to hold Mikeys paw until he passed over to the other side. In graduate school I had a close friend who worked as a Psychologist on a Cancer ward and wrote her dissertation on the dreams of children who had Cancer. She was urgent to change the policy not to tell children they were dying. This disturbed her greatly since she recorded their dreams that reflected that they knew they were dying and would not live much longer. If Elaine could hear the doctors and parents whispering in the halls, she knew that the kids also could hear the grim news. Until the regulation was changed, the children who were not told had a much harder time dealing with their disease and having the opportunity to pass away in a more peaceful way. Kids know these things and it is a disservice to be untruthful since what is imagined can be much more difficult to handle, especially when children are all alone knowing the truth about their fate. Elaine was the only one who talked to them about their illness learning about their fears and noting the difference in their behavior when the no tell policy existed. Due to the open policy of childrens hospital, Mikey’s little boy was able to call him for assistance and as he was asked, Mikey held the small boys hand throughout the night until this brave child eased into a coma and died early the next morning. Dr. Mikey as he is still referred to never moved knowing how important he was and although he could not change the length of his life, there is no doubt he made his death very peaceful with the tender touch of his warm paw that also helped the parents deal with the grief of losing their beloved child. All proceeds of this photograph will be donated to the wildlife rescue operation in Australia.
Delila Is Delighted by Mark Ross

Sweetheart Delila has just been adopted from the shelter and as you can see, she’s delighted as all getout! As they say in the business, “She’s going to her forever home.” Click once on Delila to enlarge. / / /