We receive wonderful stories of TCHS alumni on a regular basis, and we want to offer our sincere thanks to all who take the time to share them with us.
We are invested in each and every pet we care for, and we want the best for them! THIS is why we do what we do. Why you give, volunteer, adopt, and encourage your friends and neighbors to do the same.
We have had Hooper "formerly Cooper" a year. He has been such a wonderful addition to our family. He has been wonderful for our other dog, Maverick. They have become best buddies. Hooper is a total momma's boy. He LOVES to play fetch and cuddle at night. He is truly a wonderful dog and living an amazing life. Everyone he encounters loves him and he loves them back. He is our second rescue from Tri-County and is just as wonderful as Huckleberry (adopted March 2006). Thank you for what you do, connecting families with fur babies.
I just wanted to send you an update! We bought our kitten (5 months old at the time) from you guys this past year. He had already been in the shelter two different times at that point and didn't work for them. We got him and he fit right in! He is so amazing with kids! My oldest (4 years old) calls him his baby and named him Curry after his favorite basketball player, Stephen Curry. We nicknamed him Purry Curry. We just had another child in January and he's so loving with him! We've had such a great experience with this adoption! I have been involved with the shelter ever since I can remember, whether fundraising or volunteering. I am busy working full time as a police officer and still in the military, so I haven't been able to participate in the walk the past couple of years or volunteer, but I appreciate everything you guys do!
We adopted our kitty Nala at the end of December, and she is just the perfect addition to our family! She is so affectionate, purrs like crazy all the time, you can almost see the smile of content on her face. Our kids asked for a cat for nearly 3 years, and when they combined their Christmas money together to pay for one themselves we couldn't say no! Now we wonder, what on earth took us so long to say yes? We just love her so much! Thank you for introducing her to us, and making it possible for her to join our family! Even our beloved dog Emma has adjusted so well to her! We can't thank you enough! She's been such a joy I just needed to say thank you!
Emma came to us in February as an immediate evaluation because she was having accidents outside of the litterbox. Due to her age, her previous owners thought euthanasia may be her only option. We thought we should check into things further before making that decision. Emma was not pleased to be here initially and was rather fractious in the cat room. After some time and patience, we were able to evaluate her and found that she in fact had a Urinary Tract Infection that needed treatment. She was treated and cleared of her UTI and other than some arthritis due to her age, appeared to be in good health. After Emma warmed up to us we started allowing her to spend her days in the conference room since she seemed much more comfortable in there. A simple baby gate kept her contained as she had no desire nor ability to jump over it. Emma was much more relaxed and very affectionate when spending time up front. She soon became a staff and volunteer favorite and was affectionately nicknamed Emma Lou Shamoo.
On May 17th, a very sweet woman called the shelter with questions about Emma. Less than a half hour later she was here to take Emma home. Emma’s new mom was smitten with her the moment she laid eyes on her and a wonderful match was made. When we told her that Emma’s adoption fee had already been paid, she excitedly responded with “How can something this sweet be free?!” We are excited for future updates on how Emma is being spoiled in her new retirement home.
We adopted Zeus the cat (previously known as Don) in July 2015. He and our Boston Terrier, Apollo, are best buds and like to cuddle and bathe each other on a regular basis. He is also my daughter's favorite little friend and he is sooo gentle and tolerant of her. He is affectionately known as "Mau" to her and she loves her kitty. I can't help but feel like he has a little bit of the spirit of my old childhood cat in him. They're almost identical!
Thanks for helping us find the "Mau" we were looking for!
Here's an update on Stuart: He adopted us on 10-9-16 and has been the center of our world ever since. We forget that he's deaf because he is so well behaved. He is so incredibly sweet and gentle. Some of his favorite things to do are play tug o war with his "babies", go on walks around the neighborhood, sleep in on the weekend (his spot in bed is right between mom and dad, head almost on the pillow), take lots of naps, and sit on the back of the couch to keep an eye on things outside. He gets along with other dogs (mom and dad we're babysitting two other older pups for extended periods of time, and he has a new big sister named Dumpling, who is part Newfoundland and Black Lab) and demands the attention of anyone new who comes to the house. Stuart has been such a blessing to us and we can't imagine life without him!
I just wanted to Thank You again for blessing me with Bella (formerly known as Gertrude).
She is the Best Dog I've ever had. There was a connection between us from the beginning.
We rescued each other!!!
She's my protector and never leaves my side. I couldn't imagine life without her. She truly is a blessing - my guardian angel.
On my 1st encounter, I was lost in those eyes. We both were lost and found each other. I struggle with depression and anxiety. She can read my feelings to a tee. She knows exactly what & when I need snuggling.
Our story isn't over; it's just beginning! Thank you for a new beginning.
I adopted Sampson a couple weeks ago and promised to send an update and some photos as he settles in!
Sampson has been doing great - he's such a wonderful, sweet boy and has charmed everyone he meets. We've been going on lots of hikes and long walks. He's loving coming on all the car rides as I run errands, and all-in-all he's an absolute joy I can't believe I ever lived without! He went to the vet last week to get updated on his shots. This weekend we're starting training classes to work on some off-leash commands, and hopefully in a couple months we'll be going on a camping trip up in the Canadian Rockies. So very exciting things on the way for Sampson!
I've attached some of my favorite pictures from the past couple weeks, hope you guys enjoy them :).
Thank you again for all your help and I'm so, so happy he's part of the family now!
Iris and Sage
Both Iris and Sage (which were temporary names at intake) were in need of some TLC as you will see in the “before” picture. I won’t have to tell you which picture is the before shot, but notice the other dog is in the back corner They were later renamed Scooby Doo and Scrappy Doo. We were unable to tell their age due to them being too frightened of having their mouth touched. Both were very skittish but would allow petting. We couldn’t even tell if they were a boy or girl at first because of the massive clumps of fur and fecal matter. The lady who brought them in got them from her 80 year old neighbor who just found out she had cancer. She asked that they be taken to us so we could find a new home for them since she wasn’t able to care for them.
One of our valued volunteers came in to give them a transformation of great proportion. Both were adopted last Friday and today’s follow-up calls report they are perfect dogs and well-trained. Scrappy Doo is now named Norman which fits his new dignified appearance.
Esme came to the shelter as a stray in January. She came down with an upper respiratory infection and spent some time in a foster home before she was adopted. After spending almost two months with us, Esme was adopted on March 10th. Her new family has named her Bella and sent us this update:
We adopted Esme, now Bella, last Friday and we couldn't be happier! She's adjusted so well and is causing trouble during the day and sleeping with us all night. Thank you for everything you did for her!!
Rudy came to us in December because her owner passed away. Rudy was a finicky cat and would have good days and bad days during her stay at the shelter. When Rudy was sweet, she was really sweet. When Rudy had cattitude, Rudy really had cattitude! Rudy strongly dislikes other cats, so being in the cat room alongside 30+ other felines was WAY out of her comfort zone. She was crabby, to say the least, and not presenting herself well to adopters. We decided to move Rudy to a separate area in the shelter where she wouldn’t have any kitty neighbors, which did wonders to improve her mood, but this also meant she was less visible to customers. Her description on the website included a note that she could be visited upon request, we posted her on Facebook, and then we crossed our fingers.
Rudy’s cattitude took a back seat when she was with Laura, one of our amazing animal care employees (also resident cat whisperer). If someone wanted to meet Rudy, Laura would be the one to introduce them so people would be more apt to see Rudy’s good side. Rudy stayed with us for 2 months before finding her new home.
Here is an update from her new Mom:
She is nothing like she was described: in a good way! She has shown no attitude and is super cuddly all the time. She loves her toys and is adapting well! She's eating and using the litter box as well. She just doesn't quite have a schedule down yet so she likes to try and play during nighttime but that will get better with time. She's so sweet.
The first time I met Grizzle, formerly Shadow, my mother had pointed the little black ball of fluff out to me. He was huddled in the back of a cage filled with other kittens. He didn’t seem too concerned about anything other than the fact that we’d just woke him up from a nap. He seemed so small to me, my first kitten, and after a few minutes with him I knew that we were going to take him home.
Grizzle came home with us to help fill a hole in our household. We had recently lost our cat, Molly, who had been with us for thirteen years. It soon became obvious to each of us how large that hole really was, after a few weeks without her. After bringing Grizzle home for the first time, each of us was excited to go visit him in the room we’d secluded him to for the first two weeks (mind you this was necessary due to the fact that he was sick with an upper respiratory infection and we had another cat in the household). It was fun to go and sit with him, have him crawl all over you and explore his surroundings before settling on your lap to sleep like the dead, showing us just how much of a kitten he was and still is. (He’s actually sleeping on me right now, as I’m writing this. Little goof-nut complains every time I move too much.)
The name Grizzle comes from the color of his fur. When we first met him he was a little black fluff, but some silver/grey tips peeking out here and there. So logically, our first thought was a silver tipped grizzly bear. Well Dad’s first thought was Killer, but we nixed that. So, Grizzle it was, and the name is only reinforced now that certain parts of his fur have been overtaken by grey. This leaves him with a grey butt and underside of his tail, a bit of it crawling up his back, and the strangest little tuft just above his nose.
I’d have to say the funniest quirk he has is his love of playing fetch. Yes, fetch. I wasn’t actually convinced he was a cat at first. After my mother had changed out her shoelaces one day, he got ahold of one of the discarded laces and started dragging it around. We only discovered his adoration for the sport when he dropped the string in front of us and looked up with the same eyes a playful puppy would have. We play the game constantly now, his energy seemingly endless, ours… not so much. All of us enjoy it though, it’s funny to see him trot towards you trailing that shoelace, with that same eager step as a puppy bringing their master a ball.
He’s still quite the cuddler, despite the fact he has the whole house to explore now and another cat to play with. Oh, I haven’t mentioned Aspen yet, have I? The two of them didn’t get along all that great at first, Aspen smelling all the foreign animal smell from the shelter on one little kitten. I can understand his confusion, but after a while of being around our family, the smells faded and Aspen finally decided to join Grizzle in play. They roar up and down the hall, chasing each other. The two get along pretty well now, though Grizzle needs to learn when enough is enough during their wrestling matches.
Grizzle and Dad (who’s now retired) get along like the softies they both are. It’s not uncommon to come home and find our little black kitten sprawled out across Dad’s chest, both napping while the TV blares on in the background. Dad enjoys playing with Grizzle too, he’s home the most so he usually gets stuck with trying to wear the little tyke out. And Dad is the official morning cat-feeder, so that of course makes him popular with the short and fuzzy set. Surprisingly enough it was Dad that decided it was time to get a new kitten before I even got a chance to say anything, quote: “I missed having someone to greet me when I got home.”
Kasi (my live-in girlfriend) took a bit longer to warm up to the little fuzz ball, more worried about his treatment of her cat Aspen, who is a very timid cat, than anything. I’ve seen her playing with him recently though, smiling as she plays fetch and giggling as he complains at her for ‘bothering his rest’. It’s good to see her warming up to him finally and I think she likes him more than she lets on. Now if only he’d quit trying to steal Aspen’s food….
Mother and the kitten- oh, wait, she wants to do this one herself:
Grizzle was the perfect answer to liven things up around here. Usually the center of attention; “Where’s’ Grizzle, who’s got the kid, what’s he doing now?”, he is constantly entertaining. He just brings so much fun to the household. We haven’t had a kitten for a very long time, so it’s been a riot. We were prepared for the usual (small) amount of damage that tiny claws can bring, but the love and fun more than makes up for a few snagged spots on the couch and quilt. (Okay, maybe more than a few, but whatever.) Every morning when I open the bedroom door, he’s standing RIGHT outside the door, waiting to get in, with Aspen close behind. They will never let you forget when it’s time for breakfast, and morning cuddles!
When we first brought him home, his favorite spot to sleep on me was on my chest, right under my chin. He still curls up there at times, and I often need to push him down a bit so I can breathe! But mostly he just sprawls out wherever it’s comfortable, on or beside my lap, with little regard to anyone’s need for room besides his own. It quickly became clear that NO ONE would get any sleep if we let him into the bedroom at night, as any stray movement under the covers was reason to pounce. Not so good for sleeping. Consequently, he’s relegated to my daughter’s room, until he gets booted out of there for the same reason.
It’s so much fun to watch him grow, and see his personality develop. What a character! He’s learning all the rules of the house pretty quickly, too. A smart cookie, that one! We are trying to keep his nails trimmed, so we don’t have to declaw him. So far mostly so good, we’ll just wait till he’s done with the kitten years before we attempt to get new furniture. Might as well use the old stuff up, right? The love makes it all good, and there’s lots of it with this little guy. Back to Crystal…
I personally adore the little brat. Brat used in the most affectionate way possible mind you. He’s my lap warmer at night, showing me what I should be doing when I’m up at ungodly hours in the morning playing video games or watching TV. He likes to interrup- he’s la ying on mry hnds right now- oh he moved. He likes to interrupt me when I’m gaming by blocking my view or laying on my arms or hands as he just did. I truly don’t mind all that much though, I love the little fuzz-ball to pieces, really I do. I play fetch with him at 3:00 AM, what other pet will do that with you? He lectures me if I stay up too late, eventually giving up though and going to his own bed when I ignore him and stay up even later. Grizzle ‘helps’ me tie my shoes when I leave for work, stalking away in a huff when I finally stand up to go. When I come home he demands to be picked up, stretching up my leg and shouting insults until I comply. Then immediately wants down after I pick him up. Fickle cat. Aren’t they all? That’s why we love them though.
All in all Grizzle has found his forever home, one full of love and food and lots of toys. Oh, looks like it’s time for fetch, do excuse me.
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