In honor of Petfinder’s Adopt the Internet Day, we are featuring Adoption Success Stories here at Pawcurious, starring the wonderful pets sent in by you, the readers. This is Part 2 of 3.
Pewter, Cheddar and Shorty: Amy prefers to let the pictures speak for themselves
I think those happy faces say it all!
Georgie: How a bunny saved a vet student’s sanity, by Kristyn
This is Georgi (formally Georgia). Vet school is unforgiving, lonely place and after leaving my dogs and husband behind in Georgia to go to Kansas to pursue my dream, I was having a hard time. When I came back for my second year, I knew something had to be done. I went to the local animal shelter and there was this adorable butterscotch bunny. He is my study buddy and when I’m struggling amuses me by tossing my notes around the room. He snuggles me when I need snuggling and leaves me alone when I need to concentrate. He even puts up with my dogs now that they are temporarily living with us in our tiny room. I couldn’t have asked for a better vet school pal.
This might be one of my favorite pictures ever.
Yvie: The little Frenchie that could, as told by Anne:
It was January 2007. Our family Sheepdog, Bess, had just died unexpectedly on my youngest sister’s 16th birthday. My parents were dogless. My Twin, Brother and I were living together and had my frenchie George, who was a year old, to heap love upon.
Then, one night, I received a text message from Twin (who works at the shelter). In the pic was a little white puppy behind cage doors.
I texted her back – “What is it?” even though I was pretty sure I knew.
“A fawn pied frenchie puppy. 11 weeks old.”
I tried not to be excited. I always told myself when I got another frenchie, I wanted a fawn pied girl. But I didn’t want another dog for 5 years or so.
Twin texted me another message and pic:
“Her owner bought her at a pet store as an impulse buy. She didn’t realize how much work a puppy would be. And also she lives in an apartment and the puppy, Boo, cries and barks a lot.”
I didn’t want a puppy. George was still a puppy, technically, and two puppies at a time was a lot of work.
Twin texted our parents, to see if they were interested. They said it was too soon for them to get a dog again. But they wanted someone to have that puppy, so they’d pay for half of her adoption fee.
This was an unexpected crack in the wall I was trying to build around my heart. Twin and I agreed she’d bring Boo home the next night to employee foster.
I spent the whole next day trying to come up with better names than Boo. Something to match George’s “Georgie Porgie Pudding Pie” nursery rhyme name. I already knew, unless it was a complete failure as a match, that she wouldn’t be going back to the shelter.
When Twin brought her home from the shelter, she had pooped in her crate and rolled in it- many puppy mill puppies don’t have a concept of staying clean from their waste.
The first time I saw her in person she stank, she was covered in (doo doo), and I already loved her. Brother suggested we call her Evie after V for Vendetta but Twin and I changed it to Yvie, short for Yvette.
There is not a moment of my life where she doesn’t fill my heart with love and adoration. Every time I see her, every time I even think of her, I’m filled with joy.
She didn’t need to be rescued by us. She would have been adopted in less than a day at the shelter. But we selfishly snatched her up and every day she lights up our lives
The face that launched a thousand kisses.
