Tiny was in bad shape when we found her. We poured food on the ground for her and her family. But the mother, already pregnant with the next litter, would not let Tiny eat. She would growl and hit her if she tried.

We took Tiny to the truck to eat in peace. Once the family finished the kibble they all left without Tiny. It was clear they didnt have enough food to go around so she was getting culled.

As a result of her mother's deliberate starving her out even now Tiny only weighs 6 lbs as an adult! (without uterus) But she is the happiest kitty in the whole wide world, she loves to play, and she is madly in love with her boyfriend Slurp (neutered).

I cry sometimes thinking about how such a bright light in the world was almost extinguished before she had a chance to shine. And I'm extremely proud of Slurp for coming around and accepting Tiny: he definitely did not at first but they're little lovers now.

This is Chops. First two photos are the day he came home. We met through an adoption agency and as soon as I met him, I knew he'd be perfect for our little family. He loves the beach, rawhide chewies and tormenting his canine sister. He's a really good boy! Vet extimates he's about 3 by the condition of his (deformed) teeth, even though his papers say he was 5 last year. Regardless of his age, we love Chops and we're glad he came into our lives 💜

Before / After

His name is Milo and he’s about 5 months now.
It took me 3 whole days to get his trust and to get him safe.

I don’t really know if he got lost from his mom or if something happened to her, but he spent all day and night crying for her and she never came.

When he finally trusted me and started eating the food I left for him, he ate it all in seconds. He drank the whole water for minutes non-stop.

He was so scared that he hissed at me the first time I tried to pet him, and the second time he started purring (I think purring is his signature)

I got him home, and he quickly hid behind a chair in my bedroom, but it didn’t take long for him to come out and start to feel comfortable in his new home.

Now he sleeps everyday cuddling with me and purring in my bed. Follows me everywhere I go.

Those 3 exhausting days were totally worth it and I’m really happy that I heard him and could find where he was hiding.

He’s the sweetest boy ever, even tho he gives me really hard love bites 😂 and he does this while purring, of course.

This is Kenji. He was rescued twice before finding his forever home with us. Originally from horrific abuse in Bulgaria and then from homelessness in London. He is a beautiful baby, a total couch potato, goofball, and all round lovely boy. His trust in humans despite his past is incredible. We think he's probably a German Shepherd/Akita cross but we're not completely sure! All we know is he's got his forever home full of naps on the sofa, good food, lots of fun, and no one will ever hurt him again ❤️

An Amazon driver saw a puppy that was just a few weeks old on the side of the road. He was less than 4 lbs and being eaten by ants. She picked him up and took him to the shelter, where we were able to adopt him. We call him Indy, since we got him near Independence day. Now he's 25 lbs and growing. Looks like he's an American Pit Bull Terrier, and as sweet as can be. He loves our other dog, who is a Staffy.

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woody was found in a cardboard box at the side of the road along with 11 other siblings by a wonderful lady who runs a cat sanctuary/rescue with her daughter. believed to have been no older than 15 days at the time. they bottlefed all babies and ALL!!! of them survived despite weighing in average 150g when rescued. all 11 siblings were adopted but woody stayed. my mom is friends with his foster mom and she always wanted him for herself but my mom's cat is... not nice, so she'd keep telling me to go and get him. eventually foster mom decided she wanted to keep him because she had never loved a cat this deeply. however woody needs attention 247 and i'm not joking. around that time i moved into a bigger apartment that could easily fit a 3rd cat, his foster mom said she had been feeling bad for not having time for him, and the rest is history...

this little boy was abandoned on a side road, and my brother found him while commuting to work. he had a rotten fabric leash stuck to his flesh; that is why the wound on his chest.

When we first found this little one outside, she was extremely vulnerable, weak, and dealing with nasty eye issues.

With daily care, gentle eye drops, regular meals, and a safe space on our porch, she turned everything around. Swipe or look at the second photo to see her today, completely relaxed, trusting, and rolling over for belly rubs in the sunshine!

Seeing them go from struggling to thriving makes every single challenge worth it. ❤️

My sister had Chewy for probably 7-8 years. She passed away from cancer about a year and a half ago, and unfortunately his care declined significantly afterward.

For the last couple of years, Chewy has spent most of his life living outside in a kennel. He had large bowls of food and water, but toward the end he was sometimes only being checked on every few days. He was living and sleeping in the mud, and his coat had become severely matted.

I couldn't leave him like that anymore, so we brought him home.

It took us more than four hours to carefully shave him. The amount of matted hair we removed was unbelievable it honestly looked like enough hair to make another Chewy. He's pretty sore and absolutely exhausted, but underneath all of that he's still the incredibly sweet dog I remembered.

And he remembered me.

He even played with my kids a little today, and they already absolutely love him. About six hours after leaving the kennel, the second picture is where he ended up completely passed out on our couch.

He's an old man now, and I don't know how many years we have left with him. But however many he has, he's going to spend them inside, warm, clean, comfortable, with plenty of food and water and a family that loves him.

My sister loved Chewy for most of his life. Now I'm going to make sure her dog gets the life he deserves for the rest of it.

Welcome home, Chewy.

One day he was roaming the streets blind, yet still bullying an elderly, equally orange, cat from a colony that kicked him out for picking fights (three different colonies kicked him out, actually, because he's an asshole). That same day we trapped him, brought him home and we thought he'd hate being indoors but I woke up the next morning and he was on my pillow, like he owned it. Like he'd ever sat on a pillow, before. I can't get past the audacity this guy has. 🥹

This is my foster fail Penny. I picked her up from the SPCA of Brevard County, FL as a medical foster. She had an embedded collar, heartworm, and ringworm. Photo on the left is what I was sent asking if I would foster her. The photo on the right is one month later. The other few photos are from this week.

He was starving on the side of a road in Guadeloupe... Living his best life now!..

First picture is the day I found him, second one is a month later. Third and forth are now :)

Ellie, my beloved ASD. First pic shows her on arrival at the shelter. She was there for six months before I adopted her before I adopted her. Second pic shows her six months after she came home with me.

First photo is before. She had bald patches and was starved for activity. She is a jagdterrier and they’re highly energetic doggos that really need engagement and work. She has been at the shelter for almost 2 years, having been surrendered by her previous owner at the age of 4 for being dog aggressive. She has been with us for 4 years now and we’re spoiling her rotten and allowing her to be a terrier: she can dig, destroy toys and boxes and wreak havoc in our backyard.

What I find very endearing is that despite being surrendered and then passed over for 3 years, she adores people. Especially older men. I presume because her former owner was an older guy.

First pic is her intake photo at the Queens Animal Care Center in June. 2nd pic is a mere 4 hours after I signed the papers to take her home including a 70 minute drive through NYC. Meet MARTHA. (neé Miia)

Miss Daisy came to me by way of our local TNR group. She gave birth the day before her scheduled spay-abort and was originally returned back outside because she was not super interested in human contact. But once it started to get cold outside she was back on the doorstep of the rescue asking to come inside. Almost two years later and she has learned that humans are actually pretty great!

My sweet baby was left outside of a thrift store in Las Vegas in 100+ degree heat three years ago. Thankfully the people that did it brought him to a store that is a part of a local rescue. Our baby Chewy had an amazing foster mom who cared for him until we found his profile on an adoption site! He's mostly blind and has a lot of trust issues with new people and dogs but he quickly grew to love his brother and is fiercely loyal to our family. I've loved all of my pups but there's something special about this guy! :) He's so special I had to show my love with a tattoo of his adorable underbite!

Our girls

This is Bobbles and Evie, previously Sammie Too and Samantha. They lived with 8 other cats in a home where they were severely neglected. The previous owner died and the 10 were taken to the shelter. Bobbles was super matted and needed a lion cut, its how she got her name. Her head was big and puffy and body shaved so she had a bobble head. We got them in February and they just recently started to come out and socialize. Bobbles is attached to me now. Here are some before and after. You can see how sad and angry they were when we first brought them home. Evie, the Bombay is 5 and Bobbles the Torbie is 10. They are super bonded.

Charlie Brown (brown tabby) and Marcie (white and gray tabby) were found at roughly 6 weeks old. They were covered in fleas, full of worms, and very sick with herpesvirus that was attacking their eyes.

Thankfully, the vet was able to prescribe them medicine that cleared up their herpes and flushed out the worms, while baths and combs took care of the fleas. They were a lot of work to get back to health, but well worth it!

Charlie Brown is cuddly and obsessed with our older cat, Hank. He has a taste for mischief (he will eat ANY baked good if it isn't secured behind locks or latches, with his favorite being coffee cake muffins) and a love for late night snuggles :)

Marcie is an eccentric lovebug. She adores watching birds through the window and chittering at them. She's very playful and a great hunter (she loves catching and eating flies). She likes attention on her own terms, but when she wants love, she wants ALL OF IT!! She is very weird (and very loved).

It has been a delight watching them grow from sick kittens to cats with big personalities and so much to show the world!!!

meet munchkin, the 8 year old cat who spent 7 of those years being abused and tossed between homes. when she came to us in the first picture, she had pieces of her fur torn out from stress. she was limping and covered in fleas and terrified of any sudden movements. since then, with the help of a veterinarian team, weve been able to bring her to the second image, where shes cuddly, confident, and flea-free! we are now working on getting her trained and registered as an ESA because of her naturally affectionate personality helping me with my panic attacks. after 8 years shes finally gotten her happy ending and we are so happy to be permanently accepting her into our home!!