Pet Stories and Photos

Thank you Thank you Thank you! I have a newly acquired black pommeranian who is strictly a house dog. My last dog was killed when she wandered out of the house during a hurricane while we were securing our yard. She was hit and killed by a car a half hour after she got out. I didn't find out until 4 days and 200 posted flyers later. Animal control had picked her up and since their computers were down due to no power from the storm, they had no way of knowing which dogs had been picked up. She was 15 and I was heartbroken. Since she was a house dog, I had seen no reason to have a tag on her. I vowed not to make that mistake again. It's been 2 years and I finally was able to love another dog. As I had vowed, I purchased 2 identification tags--1 for my dog and 1 for my brother's which I received a week ago. I was going to work today which is 14 miles away. I was almost there and received a call from someone who found my dog a mile away from my house! He had gotten out when my mom went to get the paper. I immediately called home for them to get her and called him back to let him know they were coming. He told me 'Bear' had gotten out of the car and ran away again and he didn't know where. I was about to come back home when I received another call. Someone else had picked him up! My folks raced to pick up Bear!! 2 different people had notified me withing 10 minutes!!! Surely this never would have happened without this wonderful tag. I may have never seen him again. God Bless You for saving my dog. I will be purchasing another tag for my other brother and have already advised many others about your site. Sincerely, Linda

I couldn't be more pleased with my cats' tags from Love Your Pets. As a resident of Louisiana I realized the importance of pet tags after the hurricane. I thought about how many pets could have been returned, if they had worn tags.The disaster made me realize that anything could happen at any time and I could be separated from my cats, Frida and Oreo. Needless to say, I would be devestated. The pet tags give me peace of mind, just in case. Thanks so much for the speed with which I received my tags and I would highly recommend them to anyone with pets.

My sister and I were talking on the phone when a 1 month old kitten walked up to the door started meowing. I told my sister to bring it to my house and I would help him out. That's my story about Buzz Lightyear, my 3 year old kitten.

Takano's Miracle November 9, 2002 was a normal day for a number of people. But, to Takano, his three siblings and my wife Sherry and myself, that day was the beginning of a long, drawn out living nightmare. At approximately 5:15 that late afternoon, an ignorant and irresponsible hunter shot and hit Takano, wounding him with his large caliber hunting rifle. What happened after the split second of that hunter shooting Takano, is an experience I never want to experience again.

Read the rest of Takano's Miracle here:

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Woke up early morning to take my kids to school and noticed our backyard gate was wide open. That's when we knew our dogs were gone. We live right by a freeway and main street so that was a big concern. So many things ran through my mind. I prayed to god nothing tragical happened to our doggies. My husband went out to look for the dogs after dropping kids off at school. He stayed out looking for them for at least an hour. He found nothing. Next step was to go look in the dog shelters. While he was out looking in the dog shelter I received a call from a very kind lady named Sharon. She said I was a very lucky person. She had found my dogs in the middle of the freeway and almost got ran over. She pulled over and picked them up and and took both doggies with her to work. Boy am I thankful for id tags and forever grateful with Sharon. If only there was alot more people like her. Thank You Sharon!

This is a true story of a mate of mine (wolf)
He found me on the roadside 19yrs ago running a muck with eight other little pups.

For a few years he helped me round up stray bush cattle. He walked about two million miles while I rode a horse, he protected all I owned with a fierceness of a frenzied shark yet showed love in the best way he could to me. He saved my life on several occasions but this is remarkable he (wolf) put himself between a home invader and myself we ran inside locked the door and while the home invader was breaking the door down wolf savaged on the inside while I got the gun (I had decided that if the intruder wanted to get inside that bad he could confront the dog and gun my life was under direct threat as I had rang triple zero and scared out of my wits they had hung up on me, it was just me the dog and the gun facing the intruder. The dog roared in pure frustration that this was happening and as police finally arrived the invader was apprehended and carted off.
this was only one incident as the years wandered off I didn't notice the slowing of the dog I didn't see his sight was not as it once was or I didn't choose to. The last few months of his life he let me know that it was time to do the search for another dog, it found me (Chief) entered wolfs last months wolf kept going until the pup was trained wolfs way and I would have to finish the training on my own we finished training the pup to follow the horses understand how to behave when working with them this seemed to delight wolf as many mistakes were made and fixed the wolf seemed to be smiling when he resigned himself to his final fate. The last morning he went outside as usual I thought he had taken too long as I stepped outside to see what had happened I saw him collapse. Off to the vet we went as I knew things were not right with him. The vet is 199 miles away, the vet was notified that we were on the way. Wolf was ill and deteriorating. My best mate in the world was crook. I told the vet the dog was 19 yrs old the vet frowned I told the vet it wasn't the dogs time, the vet eventually took the dog and made him comfortable ,the dogs temperature had soared ,they packed him in ice and gave him pain relief, after hours of the long hard wait blood tests, x rays and all those vets and nurses with the patience of saints had to inform me the dog had pancreas cancer and that it was only a matter of time and not much time at that. I asked to spend some time with the dog alone and on the surgery floor I sat with my mate we didn't have to say a thing for over the years we seemed to be reading each others memories and minds. I wont go into detail of how it ended but the devotion of the both of us our pack had been split, our heart's had been broke and his suffering had ended. He's buried in a secret location where he has his beloved bush and no fences - a pet hate of his and mine. Every time a thunder storm hits I know wolf has taken his rightful place among all best mates and all good dogs.
In memory of WOLF

I rescue schnauzers. I have for 30 years. I am a Real Estate agent and I always give pet tags as my house warming present. People always forget to upgrade their pet tags so when they move into their new home I do it for them. All my pets were in shelters or pounds and were injured or abused.

I rescued Oreo from behind an auto shop where my brother worked in October of 1992. She was solid black with a small white round patch on her tummy- her filling. Her kittenhood was uneventful and happy. One day in November of 1993 she went missing. we scoured the neighborhoods, and went to the shelters, but to no avail. I just couldn't understand it, because she did have a collar on with an I.D. tag. Why wouldn't someone call if they found her? Well the Humane Society did call me in the summer of 1997. They said she was down at the shelter, and could I come get her? I was shocked and ecstatic! They said it was the longest that they had ever heard of a cat missing and returned. It turns out that she was at an apartment complex about 4 miles from our house. She killed a squirrel, and the apartment manager called animal control. I was sad for the squirrel, but happy that Oreo was back in my life! Her little kitten collar was so tight on her neck, and was really worn out. Her i.d. tag was very legible though. Our local newspaper did a story on Oreo, emphasizing the need for collars and tags. Oreo is about to be 16 years old this August, and is still going strong. I always refer to her time away as "when she was on the lam"!

My job relocated us to a different city so our "HARLEY" got loose for a while.Each minute felt like hours. When we found her i drove into town.There wasn't a place to buy a I.D.!The area here is very rural.We are so blessed to have found "LOVE YOUR PETS"!Thank You and God Bless