soulmates

Nikki and Winston, the Pit Bull and Shiba-Enu Rescues (She Said, Part 5)

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“It’s a big decision.

Also, Winston was dying of pneumonia when we got him.  The vet said he was 2 days away from death.

I still recommend adopting before shopping, but I learned a lot about puppy mills, pet stores and when you meet a dog that is meant to be yours, it doesn’t matter where it comes from.”

Nikki and Winston, the Pit Bull and Shiba-Enu Rescues (She Said, Part 4)

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“We knew nothing about Winston’s breed (Shiba Inu) but the moment I made eye contact with him it was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.  I can’t find the words to describe the feelings, except that I felt like I’d met a soulmate.

Getting Winston from a pet store also shifted my point of view about dog buying.

Prior to Winston, I had been staunchly anti-buying from a pet shop, but I realized that once a dog leaves a puppy mill it still needs a home.”

 

Wendy and her rescues (part 3)

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“Now I have Belle (an angel) and Macey (my soulmate).

After Gracie died, a vet tech asked me if I was looking for another dog.  She knew I was fond of Greyhounds, but said she had just rescued this little fox-like dog, who had been abandoned in the Bronx.

I said I would meet him.

They had shaved him, leaving a lion-like mane around his neck.  He had the most beautiful face I had ever seen.

I took him for the weekend as a trial, but didn’t even walk half a block before I knew not only would I keep him, but that he was my soulmate.

I wanted a companion for Macy and knew it was going to be a Greyhound.

They had ended the Greyhound rescue program at the AMC, so I found a rescue group in New Jersey.  I took Macy to meet his potential companion.

She was the smallest Greyhound I’d ever seen.  She weighed around 50 lbs .(the bigger Greyhounds can way up to 80).

If she were a woman, she would shop in the petite dept.

They got along from the beginning.  they don’t actively interact much, but occasionally I see Macy grooming Belle.

I feel their spirit.  Belle is not the old soul that Gracie was, but she’s sweet and without any malice.

Macy stares at me wherever I go, even if it’s just the bathroom.  He is connected to me all the time.

I don’t feel that I’ve had a human family, but my dogs are my family of choice.”

Wendy and her rescues (part 2)

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“I learned about the horrible things being done to Greyhounds after they were retired.

They were shooting them, putting them in hot trucks leaving them to die,  and abandoning them after cutting off their ears to remove their identifiable tattoos.

One day in 1993 while I was waiting to cross a street corner, a dog was leaning on me.  I asked the owner if it was a Whippet, but she answered no, it was a rescued Greyhound.   I said, I want one, I want to rescue a Greyhound.  She told me about the program at AMC (Animal Medical Center), where they used them as blood donors and then adopted them out.

2 days later I got Gracie.  She was the first of 3 Greyhounds.  I knew she was a Bodhisattva (enlightened one).  She had a gentle spirit and was an old soul–maybe it was the way she looked at me. She had a peaceful knowing way about her.  When they brought her in the adoption room she approached me, making eye contact immediately without fear.

She knew we were supposed to be together.

I can’t think of any moment that stands out, but all my time with her was extraordinary.         Everyone seemed to think so too.

We had each other for 8 years.”