Public Animal Welfare Society
My name is Willy. I was named Dusty when I was at PAWS. Almost three years ago I was adopted by my forever mom & dad (Sharon & Steve). Since then my life has been a real grind. I have to decide which bed to sleep in, eat special food, play with toys, follow sunlight as it moves during the day, watch birds in the trees, get petted and kissed by my mom & dad, run up and down stairs, be the center of attention when people come over, and put up with my older sister Maggie, who thinks she’s a Maine Coon. Life is tough.
Then when I think I’m done with everything I need to go the vet allergist for my allergies. I’m allergic to dust mites. The vet is a nice woman. But she seems to like dog pictures better than cat pictures.
I am loved to death. I wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn’t been rescued by PAWS when I was a kitten. Now I can open and close doors. I even have a man cave in the linen closet so I can have my privacy. I did find a way out through the Phantom Screen door when I first came. Now they have a baby gate so I’m trapped inside. What did I do to deserve this?
Love and purrs, Willy
Casey had been found on the side of a road, suffering from both malnourishment and demodectic mange. He was a Great Pyrenees/Border Collie mix, and I had been convinced that I wanted a Beagle for months. However, as soon as I locked eyes with him, I knew that I would never want any other dog. Casey is brilliant. As soon as I open up the coat closet to get out my running shoes, he wags his tail furiously and leaps around the house in excitement, because he is smart enough to know that we're going for a run. At night, I tell him, "Come on, Casey, let's go to bed," and he happily runs upstairs and jumps onto the bed, falling into my arms, making it known to me that our snuggle time is all he really needs in the world. In Casey, I have found a forever friend. Thank you so much, PAWS.
This is Fonzie. He is 6 months old and took him this week for a weight check cause he is growing SO BIG. A whopping 9 pounds and has the most precious eyes. He is always sitting at back door waiting for you when you get home. At night he has to sleep across your chest. He has brought great joy to me and my two children. I now regret not taking his brother Ritchie. Never having a cat before I can't imagine not having one now!
Hi PAWS friends!
We received your newsletter today, and thought you might like to get an update on Baby the Bichon, who we adopted into our family in May of 2007. Although she came with the 'baggage' of lots of previous homes, and probably some neglect or mistreatment, she has slowly but surely become a happy, funny, well-adjusted family member.
Within her first week of being with us, she was an equal-opportunity biter, and shared some bites with all four of us. She even tried to get sassy with the Great Dane of the house. She was skittish and scared of everything, but especially of my husband. But as you can see from the first picture we attached, she LOVES my hubby so much now.
I work from home, which she LOVES, and I teasingly call her my assistant. She's now (almost!) completely house-broken, she loves to play in blankets in bed, she loves to sleep in any safe, enclosed space (like under our hutch, under the bed, or even in her crate).
She has now outlived and outlasted Daisy the Great Dane, and I think she loves being the only dog in our home. Thanks for all you do for dogs like Baby. She's a great part of our family now!
Rebecca, Doug, Tate and Abby Hamilton
Celie (named Ripley at the time) is a Rottie mix who was our Foster for just a week – was painfully shy and hid under the coffee table the first day we had her. With Sandy’s loving encouragement and lots of training, she has become a Therapy Dog! And she has been a wonderful role model for other dogs Sandy has fostered.
Gilly’s name before we adopted him was Tiger Cat. He had been injured, and then treated for a serious joint infection in his back left leg. When Gilly came to live with us, he was underweight. Since then, however, he has become quite the “fat and sassy” cat.
I will always start with PAWS rescue when we are looking to adopt a pet.
One cold night in the middle of winter, Laura, a PAWS volunteer, received a desperate phone call from a young man standing in a parking lot in Chagrin Falls. He and his girlfriend had just found a small, black kitten who was meowing hungrily for food and warmth. They were directed to drive the kitten to the volunteer's home immediately, as a kitten outside would never survive the frigid night. The young lady tucked the kitten inside her coat to warm him and the couple raced to Lyndhurst. Upon arrival the volunteer was amazed at how friendly and purry the kitten was, dubbing him Mario (Andretti) because of his little race car purr motor. Mario was soon placed in foster mom Debra's home where he was transported for vet care and neutering, and then loved up for a few days. A local adoptothan was scheduled for the weekend and Mario was to make an appearance. He met his forever family that very day!
You can read what his new family has to say…
In 2011, after having just lost our 18 yr old cat, Zoe, to kidney failure we not ready for another cat quite yet. Our daughter, Sydney, who was 6 at the time, absolutely loved the cat and was heartbroken. She was so sad and really wanted another cat to love. She asked continuously every day to get a new cat and promised she'd be responsible for it. To prove her responsibility she made up Cat Sitting flyers, passed them out in the neighborhood and picked up several clients in the area. She also finagled her way into doing an internship with the local veterinarian and even gave up a birthday party and presents in lieu of volunteering at Best Friends Animal Shelter in Utah. She continued to persist an ask for a cat. We thought we could fill her need with a different and perhaps "lower maintenance" animals so we tried bearded dragon lizards, chinchillas and hermit crabs but nop on heads and chests and refuses be ignored. If we are reading a book, he will stand on it until he gets his cuddles first. If we are trying to type, he'll stand on the keyboard. If we are talking he will maneuver himself right into the conversation. He also follows around our 11 year old dog, Cali, and loves to kiss nose to nose with her and sleep with her cuddled up on her back. He also allows himself to be held and loved by all three kids ages 4, 6 and 8 and even enjoys wearing his pinstriped suit and sweater vest.
When I called Debra the other day she was concerned there was a problem or that we wanted to return him. We explained that it was just the opposite. We wanted to thank her and PAWS for one of the greatest gifts our family has ever received... the most PURR-fect cat.
Sydney & Stacy