I adore both of them and don’t know where I’d be without their love and companionship. On the weekends, two of my favorite things to do are play with our puppies in the backyard or watch a family movie with Blake and Sydney curled up at our feet.
If you’re an animal lover like me, you know how powerful the relationship can be between you and your pets. The bond is so strong that they become more than just pets; they’re family members (who are just a bit on the furry side).
Saved: Rescued Animals and the Lives They Transform is a terrific book of stories about people who adopted pets in need and discovered they were actually the ones who needed rescuing. Each story is touching, heartwarming, and will bring tears to your eyes—especially when you see the beautiful photographs that accompany every tale.
There’s the story of Bill, a man who made it through a shattered romance with the love from his dog, Jack. I think my favorite might have been Phil, a down-on-his-luck guy who found an orphaned fawn, nursed it, and now takes long, healing walks in the woods with the fully grown deer, Li’l Buck. Page after page, you can’t help but be moved by the dramatic stories of rescued animals.
It makes me want to adopt a dog just like my brother did a few months ago! Maybe we have room for one more in our house?
Have you adopted a pet? Have your animals changed your life? I want to hear how they’ve impacted your family!
We have four copies of Karin Winegar’s amazing book, Saved (which is now out in paperback), that we’d like to give away to the most touching stories. Post a comment, tell us about your pets, and we’ll send out a copy of Saved to the four most powerful pet tales.
I can’t wait to read them all!
My two ousepets, Peww Wee, an 18 year old tiny terrier mix, was adopted when as a home care nurse one of my cliens had him chained outside to a dig house in 20 degree weather. He weighed only 4 lbs. I already had a dog and really did not want another, but Pee Wee stole my heart and has now been with me for over ten years. He is now deaf and mostly blind, but stil enjoys life.
My cat, Portia, was also discovered whei I was home care nursing. I heard a terrible caerwauling from anearlby woods while going in to visit a client, went to investigate, and zeroed in on a very loudly maowing leaf pile, which I spoke to. Out popped a tiny black and white mite who promptlu attached herself to me and followed me into my visit and then into my car. She is now diabtic, requiring two shots a day, and has he own glucometer, with which her pad is pricked monthly to ensure we are at the right dose. She adores my husband and thinks of him as her man. Outside we have a cat which used to sleep under the neighbors' shed. She was thin and miserable, and I could not watch her her starve, so have fattened her up, though she still sleeps on our porch. She has a long coat that she keeps spotless and plush , is gorgeous, and must have been spayed by someone, as she never goes into heat or has babies. Last spring I bought 5 wee Welsummer chicks, all grown up now, absolutely gorgeous, and who supply us with the most delicious dark brown , sometimes speckled eggs! They are a lot of fun to watch foraging in our back yard, and are great favorites with guests. One day I found my husband surrrounded by the ladies, sharing an ice cream cone with one on each knee and the others surrounding him on all sides. We have restructured the back 1/3 of our shed and built a run, and they are happy beautiful, fun pets who make us breakfast and provide glorious fertilizer for our gardens.
Posted by: Jeannie Rodman | November 10, 2009 at 10:23 PM