I adopted Peek A Boo at 5 and Tinkerbell at 2.5 YO from the Humane society. Tink was on Death Row with dripping anal glands. She was bred and had a litter of pups as a 1YO then surrendered and adopted out, returned, adopted out, returned then I took her home. Peek A Boo was a failed Show Dog and was passed around to a couple homes then surrendered after two bouts of HGE (owner couldn't afford any more medical emergencies).
My other two females are retired breeders, one Yorkie and one Biewer.

We adopted Lolo from a YT member who had rescued her from a bad situation and posted her here. She was a joy to have in our family, but sadly we only got to enjoy her 2 years before her little heart gave out.

Awww, so sorry she passed so soon! She was a real beauty.

Thank you. She was such a sweet special little girl and we will never stop missing her. Little rescues seem like to me they just lap up every ounce of attention given them and give so much love in return.

Poor baby. At least she got to enjoy her last two years in a loving home.

I haven't personally but my mom did. Sammy he is a bigger yorkie at 16 pounds or so. I think he really had a hard situation because he is scared of bigger dogs and will just snap his mouth at them if he feels scared although he almost 95% of the time does not do that any more because we have been working on it. He has little scars all over his body that I can see when I bathe him and it just makes me sad for him and mad for others. When my mom got him his eyes where very dim but they are so much brighter and full of life now. He comes over at least once a week and him and Callie are like best buddies and will lay together and they share very well like if one has a bullystick and the other wants to switch they both switch with no problems. We take them to pet expos and pet stuff together they even have a big car seat that holds them both. He is very very attached to my mom now and just loves her to death and hates when she has to leave him here for us to babysit. He is always right next to her when she is not feeling good. He used to never let us touch or comb his face and its kinda crooked like he either was born that way or someone hurt him but now he doesn't have much of a problem with it. He I guess never had many toys because he has a lot now and loves them like crazy. He is such a great little guy. My mom normally brings him over to my house for bath day when I am bathing Callie and I bathe him and pluck and clean his ears too. I find myself buying him almost as much stuff as I buy Callie :D

This is a great story - it brought tears to my eyes. How lucky for Sammy to have your Mom and you. :)

Oh Sammy is adorable. So happy he has a good home now.

My first yorkie was from a breeder and she died at age 16...after she passed we decided to foster and sure enough fell in love with a couple fosters. So My two current dogs are rescues and we still continue to foster. I would never "buy" dog again...rescue all the way!!! Its heartbreaking at how many dogs need homes and how many are euthanized each year.

About a year and a half ago, I adopted 1 year old Kiri from a pet rescue in Indiana. I found her through petfinder.com. Was carefully screened, including my vet being called and a home visit to meet me and my older York, Jake. I was nervous at first because Jake was 13 when I was doing this, but it has worked out fine. Kiri is a wonderful girl, and I love her very much.

Do you want only stories of 'rescuing' Yorkies? Or 'rescuing' any animal? My whole rescuing story would be quite long and span many, many years, even as a summary, considering there have been at least 12 dogs and 27 cats, providing I am not forgetting any, and not including all the welps. I continued the tradition of my mother and my kids are following the same path. I have huge respect for all those who rescue, having seen the 'furry' need first hand.

Hi there brand new here. We Saved a a little boy who the vet says is about 2 yrs old.I say saved cuase of how we got him we were woke up at 4am to find 2 labs starting to fight outside ran out there and found this little dude hiding by the car about 2ft from where the dogs were fighting.

Oh by little I mean like tiny he is just under 3lbs.

Please any tips on youkies would help cause we have always had dogs but this dude is something new I mean things like if I leave the room and just walk into a different room he cries and barkes until I walk in a pick him up...HELP....I can't even go to the rest room or cook dinner without holding him

I adopted Nikki after his elderly owner had a stroke. I met her at the senior apartments my Dad lived at. Carol had rescued him 2 years earlier after her adult kids gave her yorkie and greyhound to a shelter when she went into the hospital for her first stroke. When I met her she was in financial distress so I took over Nikki's vet and food costs. We became friends and she asked that if anything happened to her that I take Nikki. She didn't want her kids to come and take him too. She hadn't spoken to her kids since they gave away her other 2 dogs and got Nikki. After only 8 months of knowing Carol she had the stroke and went into a nursing home and sadly passed away 10 months later. I would take Nikki to the nursing home every other week to visit (Her kids moved her an hour away and never visited her). She lit up like Christmas when she would see Nikki coming through the door. Nikki was with me for 2 1/2 years and was estimated to be 19 years old. He was blind, deaf, in kidney failure and had doggy dementia but he was happy sleeping next to me until the end. I had to put him to sleep 2 months after my DH passed away.

In a way Tibbe was a rescue. My Jilly had been gone for 5 years at the time and finally I called her breeder when I couldn't find a small rescue dog after a year-plus of hunting. Jilly's breeder had Tibbe, an adult female and some puppies from a breeder who had left her dogs with Jilly's breeder to rehome, as the breeder had been through a bad several months and was getting a divorce. Jilly's breeder told me that she found out the dogs had apparently been living outside in covered cages for most of a year and said they were all in pretty bad shape when she got them the week before. She said the nails were long, coats filthy, matted, teeth uncared for, etc. Tibbe was 9 mos. old, pretty feral when I got him, wild and frightened of almost everything. He was scared of the inside of the house, TV, the fridge, AC, running water, doorbells and most everything. He was unsocialized and untrained and badly needed retained teeth pulled, 2 bad teeth pulled, teeth cleaning, neutering and his ears cleared up of mites and a bacterial infection. He was a total jewel in the rough and began to flower with good care, love, activities he enjoyed, socialization and training. Now he is 99% fear-free, obedient, sassy, bouncy, loves people, other dogs, going places and is razor-sharp at learning new things. It's hard to believe he's the same dog I got May 30th, 2008. He's come so far.

Second Chances. My Gracie Poo was a first a puppy mill puppy , then pet store puppy, sold almost like a $2400 dollar fashion accessory that barked, pooped and had needs, that didn't work, so another home, then to me. Shaved, skinny, with a mouth full of retained baby teeth, worms, fleas and long toe nails. She not potty trained and wow could she bark, growl, bite and draw blood. No training at all.
If you are a regular on Yorkie Talk, you have read many stories about my Gracie. True she has had some health problems, but she is so cherished and loved, I never regret adopting her.
Gracie is spoiled, and a very different little diva now. I knew she had the potential to be a wonderful family member. She had a hidden sweetness, like a bad child she just wanted to be loved. She took to training like a treat junky.
Gracie makes home visits to senior shut ins and Alzheimer's patients. She is one of their favorites because she has a happy attitude, spunk, a swingy butt walk, wears prissy bows and dresses. She loves doing her little routine of tricks and then being held and petted. Gracie loves being the center of attention. And our oldsters love her. So Gracie is a Rescue Success Story.