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Spoilin' Tilly & Jack Donating Member Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Indiana
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| ![]() Often times we say we didn't find our pet, they found us. Does anyone have a cool story about how your pet found you? This isn't about my Yorkie, it's about a cat that I had. I was young, in about the second grade, and our family cat had just passed away. I was begging my mom to let me get another cat. She finally gave in and agreed to go look at some kittens for sale. I found a kitten that resembled Tiggey, our old cat. I just had to have her! So we brought her home and she kept wanting to wonder off into the pond beside our house. Mom was afraid I would follow her and fall into the pond so she told me I had to give her back. I was heartbroken. Being brought up in a religious family I knew if I needed to pray and ask for another. So that night mom said I got by my bed and said, "God, I really miss my cat. I really want another one. Please answer my prayer and let me find another cat." Mom said it was the cutest thing and she just went on to bed. So I go to school the next day bummed. All I talked about was getting a cat. I didn't ride the bus because mom worked at our school so we went to a fast food restaurant after school and then went straight home. I was sitting at the kitchen table and asked mom if I could go out to play. She said sure, just stay in the yard. So I opened the back door and there was this cat staring right up at me. I yelled at mom, "there is a cat! There is a cat!" She thought no way! Sure enough there it was. I asked if I could keep him. She said as long as he would stay, he had no collar, but reminded me he would probably run away. I grew so attached to him right away. I named him Blessing. That cat never left! LOL He would walk me to the bus when I got older and had to transfer schools. Mom said once the bus left he would go on the porch and wait for me. Blessing hated everyone that got near me. He bit my brother because of it, he still has the scar. Blessing got hit by a car when I was in junior high. I was so crushed. We buried him in the back yard. I feel as though Blessing was my angel that was sent to heal the hurt. ![]()
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Luv my Angel, too! Donating Member Join Date: Apr 2006 Location: USA
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| ![]() My story isn't as cool as yours, but when I decided I wanted another yorkie, I started talking to a few breeders. I had pretty much decided I was going with one particular breeder and just had to wait for an upcoming litter. I always look at photos on YT, including the nursery ones. Well, this one particular photo really caught my eye and I kept going back to look at the photo again. After about a week of doing this, I looked a little further into her breeder's web page and found out her name was Angel and she was in Kansas. Well, two years earlier my aunt to whom I was very close unexpectedly passed away. She and I shared a love of Angels, talked on the phone at least once a day (and I visited often), and she lived in Kansas. I just felt that this was the puppy I was meant to have and it was a gift being sent to me from my aunt. Angel came to me 2 days shy of the 2nd anniversary of my aunt passing away.
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Spoilin' Tilly & Jack Donating Member Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Indiana
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Oh wow! Your story is very touching! Isn't it neat how things like this happen? Your Angel and Sissy are so cute!!! ![]()
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Donating YT 3000 Club Member Join Date: Apr 2006 Location: A little town south of Chicago
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| ![]() I have a cat story too. I was 4 years old and my older brother brought a pretty little calico kitten home telling my mother that it followed him home. (He was on his bike - ahem) Mom said he could keep her if she was still on our front porch in the morning then proceeded to put a box with a blanket in in on the porch as well as a saucer of milk. Well of course the kitten stayed and technically belonged to my brother but from the first day she latched on to me and wouldn't have anything to do with anyone else. She was a constant companion till I was 13 and we had to put her down due to a nasty cancer. She was so close to me that she refused to even have her kittens if I wasn't there. Once she even had them on my pillow next to my head. I woke up and there they were. Everything was clean too even my hair and pillowcase. Susie (the cat) must have worked overtime cleaning everything up. It's funny I posted a message about her yesterday too! |
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Donating YT 1000 Club Member Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: New Hampshire
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| ![]() I was going through a BAD break up and selling my house. I had a 5 month old yorkie with my ex that we had decided he was going with me. Well 1/2 way b/t the break up and the house closing the dog died ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I love reading these stories!!!
__________________ “Petting, scratching, and cuddling a dog could be as soothing to the mind and heart as deep meditation and almost as good for the soul as prayer.” ― Dean Koontz |
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Gina, (Lexi's Mommy) Donating Member Join Date: May 2005 Location: LONG ISLAND,NY
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| ![]() omg!! i have goose bumps hearing these stories... |
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YT 2000 Club Member Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: Canada
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| ![]() I used to have a black Spitz some years ago. My sister and I used to play at a park near my house and one day, out of no where there was this black dog (grown up but young) roaming by itself. He was very shy and afraid of people and my parents weren't into dogs then but sis and I were determined to bring him home ![]() ![]()
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Spoilin' Tilly & Jack Donating Member Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Indiana
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| ![]() I love hearing all of these stories!! ![]()
__________________ Momma ![]() Money will buy you a pretty good dog, but it won't buy the wag of his tail. |
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