Lucy, 2-1/2 years, is our little princess. She has recently relocated with Mom and Dad from northeastern Connecticut to sunny Florida.

Although she was rambunctious up north, she appears to be in her element in our new home, voraciously active and very comfy in her temperate climate.

As apparent from her photo, she’s “all-in” when performing yard work. She prefers following her Dad everywhere to hanging out with the neighborhood dogs. No slacker she, Lucy is quite active and experiences very little downtime.

A little beauty and a loving, playful and loyal companion, we still view Lucy as our “uppity puppity.”

— Ruth from Crystal River, FL

We never considered ourselves “cat people”.  Years ago, when Charlie Brown entered our lives as a stray and         adopted us, we became admirers of large Maine Coon cats.  That is, until we were told that our beloved Charlie was actually   a Norwegian Forest Cat … a Weegie!

After Charlie’s death and a year-long grief period, we began looking for breeders of  “Weegies”.  Months later, we        became acquainted with a breeder who had two young females to place.  She dearly loved them and only wanted our promise  to provide her cats with a loving home for the rest of their lives, and to have them spayed.

In early June, we loaded up our minivan with two brand new kitty-cabs and headed to the breeder’s home – a six hour drive from our house.  Everything was going well with our new kitties, Komachi and Tamar.  Or so we thought.  When we arrived home, Komachi voiced her strong opinion of the whole procedure.  Tamar was silent and went into hiding.  For days, we searched the house.  Days lengthened into weeks, and then we realized she must have gotten outside.   Before this turn of events, Tamar had never spent a moment outside.

We kept searching in our yard and throughout our neighborhood – a heavily wooded area.  Our searching was intense and many thoughtful neighbors joined our efforts.  Some set out traps.  Others kept watch day and night.  Tamar was not to be found.

Month after month, our efforts continued with encouragement and help from neighbors, local vets, and the Winnebago County Animal Shelter.  One of the vets advised, “Never give up hope.”

Summer turned into fall, fall into winter … could Tamar still be alive?  There were coyotes, foxes, and thirty-pound      raccoons all too near.  The coyotes could be heard howling in the nearby forest preserve.  With every passing month, there was not a road we traveled near our home, when we were not looking for Tamar.

There was not a day when our prayers did not include Tamar.  Through the years, I had learned that God places in our hearts and minds the prayers we need to pray, especially when we ask for them.   On some days, the words came in the form   of a psalm, such as Psalm 50 when we are reminded that God knows where every single creature is in the fields – they are His.  On other days, even when I didn’t feel like saying a prayer, there were words coming to mind, and I  offered that prayer.

With spring’s arrival, our hope to find Tamar was waning; and yet, there was still the inclination to keep looking.            Although there was the reality that we might never see Tamar again, the prayers never stopped coming.   Sometimes the   words were, “Lord, if it is Your will, help us to rescue and heal her.”  On other days, the words seemed so simple,     “Lord, we all are in Your hands.  We are your creation.”   Everyday, there was the gift of peace — of prayer.

On a warm Saturday afternoon in early May, the phone rang.  A volunteer from the animal shelter was calling,
“We have a cat here who looks just like the picture of your cat, Tamar.
We found her about ten miles from your house.   Your cat was spayed, right?  This one has kittens.”

We never had the chance to have her spayed.  Could it be that eleven months later, we would find her?  I raced down     to the shelter.  As I identified her, there was not a dry eye in that cage-filled room..

There she was – matted, starving, sick, and mothering four one-week-old kittens. Tamar weighed only six pounds.        She was exhausted and filthy.   As soon as we could, we took all of them to the vet and then home.   A few days later, our
wonderful vet and friend, Dr. Phyllis Sill, was able to gently lower Tamar into warm water and bathe her, so she could help her heal.

Now several months later, during this Christmas season, our beautiful, healthy Tamar likes to rest under the Christmas tree with her daughter, Sonja, while her dear old friend, Komachi, sleeps contentedly on a nearby chair.

Since her kittens can boast of good Norwegian stock, we could give them good Norwegian names … Sven, Ole, Sonja, and Lena.  Sven and Lena are enjoying life in  Glenview, Illinois.  Ole now lives with good friends in Beloit, Wisconsin.  And Sonja is learning manners from  all of us — her loving family members, both human and feline.

Family and friends marvel that Tamar’s survival and return home are truly miracles.  We continue to thank God for all of His gifts.  Especially prayers and our litle homecoming  queen, Tamar!

— Sandy from Roscoe, IL

This is Jack, a whippet-terrier mix. We often refer to him as our shelter pet. Upon visiting a local shelter we were looking for anything but Jack. As we went into an enclosed building he climbed a six feet chain link gate and jumped at the keeper’s amazement straight onto my shoulder and neck wrapped me like a scarf. I have never seen a person plea their case as he did. He also immediately took to my wife Connie. There was a seven day hold on him and she called every day to check on him. He is the MOST loving dog I have ever been around and we have five others at this time. I wanted to name him Jack after my father’s favorite dog from the early 60’s.

— Marty from Beechgrove, TN

In September 2010, while enjoying the end of summer, my husband and I were aimlessly cruising around the lake.  He turned to me and said he thought he saw a puppy on shore, so we headed that way to take a closer look.  The shoreline where we were headed was several miles from any homes or roads.  As we approached, TWO of the smallest, scrawniest puppies I had ever laid eyes on came bounding out of the woods, jumped in the water and swam straight for us! Our engines were still running and we were still under-way, about 20 feet offshore.  My husband and I made eye contact and we both immediately knew what was to come next.  I jumped in the water and handed him the puppies one at a time.  They were covered in fleas and ticks, and completely emaciated.  Ribs and hip bones were clearly visible.  We cut our weekend short and brought them home.  The vet said they probably would not have lasted another night on their own, and I later found out that my vet was surprised they survived at all even after their first initial visit to him!  They are both girls, Skylla and Bella, and are the most amazing dogs I’ve ever owned.  They both have their own unique personalities and lots of it! I can honestly say, I’m not sure if we rescued them, or if they rescued us!  The incredible joy and love they have brought to our home…. there just aren’t words to describe.

— Rebecca from Birmingham, AL

My wife and I had our Australian Shepherd Adrian for 12 years. She was born deaf and abandoned at a pound. We adopted her from an Australian Shepherd rescue when she was 4 months old. We were wary of adopting a deaf dog. We quickly found out her lack of hearing was no handicap for her. An extremely smart dog, we talked to her just as if she could hear and she needed very few signs to know what we wanted. It got to a point where we would forget she was deaf. We had to put her down at 12 years due to cancer. We were with her to her last breath of life. It was a difficult day. For those who adopt dogs don’t let a handicap such as lack of hearing scare you. Their other senses take up for it.

— Craig from Athens, GA

I found out yesterday.  I put it off as long as I could. My beloved Skeeter “little girl” suffered from liver cancer.  It got to the point that she walked very slowly and you could see in her eyes she was suffering.  I have cried and cried over letting her go.  The pain I feel is comparable to what I felt when my mother passed away with cancer and I set by her bedside to the end.

I cling to the hope that I will one day see her again, and that God has a special place for those special friends who bring so much unconditional love, joy, devotion and blessing to our lives.  What would we do without them?  My heart has a great big hole in it now that Skeeter is gone.  But I thank God for all those precious memories of times we had together.  I loved her dearly and miss her inensiely.  She followed me everywhere I went in the house.  I really understand how you felt when you wrote your book now.  I hope you can share my story with others on your web site.

— Lynne from Titusville, FL