When Brittney K. visited the ASPCA Adoption Center in search of a feline companion for her resident cat, she decided to adopt a shy cat named Sofie. She felt the adoption was meant to be after finding out that Sofie had been rescued during Hurricane Sandy, a storm Brittney had experienced firsthand.
I decided to adopt Sofie to help my first cat, Wednesday, play more frequently—or at least to chase her around the house regularly—and because I grew up in a family that adopted shelter animals and felt an urge to help another homeless animal.
This time I decided to go to the ASPCA, and I was very impressed by the facilities and the happiness spread across the volunteers' faces. My two guides took plenty of time with me—I didn't feel rushed into adoption—and they answered each question I had.
Sofie didn't catch my eye right away. She hid in the corner, but you could tell that she wanted to come out and play. I scooted over to her corner and she rolled over on her back and started purring immediately. That's when I knew she was joining our family!
At first, and as expected, Sofie didn't want to come out from under my bed. I selected my bedroom as her living quarters for the first 14 days, but she wanted to come out much sooner than that. Though the adjustment between the two cats has been short of smooth sailing, they are starting to get along.
Sofie is becoming a lap cat and jumps on top of me any time I sit down. She follows me all over the apartment and has made the place her own. Her energy and excitement will be the perfect fit for our family.
Toward the end of my adoption, a behavioral specialist came to chat with me and let me know Sofie was a Hurricane Sandy rescue. After watching some close friends experience the aftermath of the storm and helping our city rebuild, it was absolutely clear to me that we were meant to find each other!
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It’s been a little more than a year since Loretta W. met Jane, her new pup, at the ASPCA Adoption Center in Manhattan, but it didn’t take long for her to become a full-fledged dog lover and devoted pet parent. Loretta shared the following story with us about her time with Jane so far.
February was the one-year anniversary of the morning I saw Jane's face on Petfinder and brought her home four hours later from the ASPCA Adoption Center. I never imagined myself with a points card at a pet store, having to slap my own hand to stop me buying another dog sweater, chew toy, grooming tool or accessory—but that's me now. I didn't see myself brushing a dog's teeth, massaging her joints and muscles, kissing her head or staying vigilant about her personal hygiene either, and now it's routine.
Most importantly, just before I took Jane in to the vet for her wellness check-up in October 2012—where she got a clean bill of health—I read through the 20+ pages of her medical records from her two months at the ASPCA Animal Hospital. I was so grateful to see the absolute VIP medical treatment Jane received as she was treated for pneumonia, anemia, mammary tumors (including one malignancy), an umbilical hernia and dental issues, plus getting spayed. It's thanks to the scrupulous care she was given at the ASPCA that I was able to end up with the best dog anyone could ever want.
She's a lot of fun, a real character, and makes me laugh all the time. My apartment building in Brooklyn is dog crazy, most of them rescues. Jane, while fundamentally independent, has many friends among the residents and dogs in the building, as well as among the people and dogs in the neighborhood and park. She's a completely established member of the community. Jane is especially wonderful with puppies and young dogs of any size—she is confident, extremely patient, tolerant and sweet. She's a real city girl.
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After Benjamin B.’s beloved cat, Fat Larry, escaped from his apartment, his roommates thought they found him at the ASPCA. Sadly, this new cat turned out not to be Larry. He was a loveable imposter. Benjamin shared the following bittersweet story with us:
My roommates left our apartment door open and let out my cat, Fat Larry, while I was working my night job. I was upset and in disbelief that my favorite pet in the world had gone missing. Weeks turned into months until finally in December 2010, the ASPCA contacted my roommates about a Tabby cat rescued in Manhattan. They rushed to the shelter and brought the cat back to our apartment.
When I returned home that evening, I discovered a large cat that looked almost identical to my beloved Larry. My roommates tried to convince me it was him. Frustrated with their feeble attempts to restore feline order in our apartment, I named this cat Fat Barry.
At first, Barry was timid, shaky, and despite having a huge belly, seemed to have no appetite. We set him up with a cozy bed, but he spent entire days in our cold, damp tub. If more than one person entered the room, he became paralyzed with fear. After several visits to the vet, I knew Barry was struggling psychologically.
Finally, I decided to bring him upstate to my parents’ house in a quiet, suburban neighborhood in Albany. A few weeks went by and Barry began settling into his new home. He was sleeping in the bed we set up for him and nibbling at his food. Barry was still nervous with multiple people in the room, but he would let one person pick him up and pet him. I was shocked the first time Barry actually jumped on to my lap to request some petting.
I am proud to report that Barry is now the happiest cat in upstate New York. He enjoys rolling around in the grass, and when there’s more than one person in the room, he is content as long as everyone is petting him.
Barry came into my life due to a loss of another cat, but sometimes things happen for a reason. With a little love, all pets can live a happy life.
It’s not uncommon for a member of our team here at the ASPCA to fall in love with one of the animals at our Adoption Center. Luckily for a sweet senior named Hennessy, Todd Speciale, a Client Services Representative at the ASPCA Animal Hospital, did just that.
Todd and Hennessy’s bond grew over the course of the year that Hennessy spent with us, waiting to join a loving family. Todd says he visited Hennessy each day during his lunch break.
Todd eventually decided to see how well Hennessy would fit in with his family, especially with his two young boys. When Hennessy’s week-long home visit went smoothly, Todd decided to make the adoption official.
“Hennessy has adjusted extremely well to living with her new family,” Todd says. “She is such a sweet and loving dog. She is very good with my two young boys. She loves to go on walks, and most of all, she loves to give kisses. We think she greatly appreciates us for saving her, and we greatly appreciate her for being her.”
We think Hennessy is very lucky to have found such a loving home at long last.
“She is a sweetheart, and I am so glad I was able to adopt her,” adds Todd.
Sometimes pets come into our lives when we least expect them to. Sharon O’Connell shared the following story about rescuing two of her four special kitties, Dymphna and Pepper, when both were in desperate need of a safe and loving home.
On a summer Saturday three years ago, I went to drop off my recycling and garbage when a little furry kitty ran past me. I had never seen this kitty before, and the attendant said someone must have dropped her off the previous night. I tried to go up to her, but she kept running back and forth from recycling bin to bin. Frantic that I could not take her home with a busy day ahead, I vowed to come back.
That Monday after work, I put some tasty tuna fish in a cat carrier, waited for her to go in and eat, and then rushed her to the vet. After they took blood tests, they came back to tell me she was disease-free and in much need of fattening up. When I arrived home, I knew what I wanted to name her—Dymphna, after the princess Saint Dymphna of Ireland, because of her calmness and kindness. To this day, Dymphna is the sweetest kitty, constantly seeking love and attention from us and the other kitties. She is my littlest angel. She is kindest cat I have ever met in my life.
A year ago, I received a phone call from a local vet attendant pleading with me to find a home for a 14-year-old kitty—someone had dropped her off because she did not get along with their new kitten. I immediately called a friend, and she agreed to take the senior kitty. Soon, my friend moved, and Miss Pepper became mine! It took a few months to adjust, but she is doing fine with my three other kitties—especially Dymphna who was the first to accept her.
Pepper is now 15-years-old, and is experiencing so many new things in her later years. She is so soft, and even hugs me and holds me tight with her paws when I hold her. Every day we walk together in the yard, and to have been able to see her smell the grass and flowers—probably for the first time in her life—melted my heart. She is my comfort girl, and I vow to make her final years great ones.