True Pet Stories

My son took our dog out to go potty one cold moring without me knowing. He forgot to put the latch down on the gate. He played that morning with his cousin, he was having so much fun he forgot about the dog. Three hours later he remembered about the dog. I didnt even realize the dog was gone, because she loved to take long naps. By the time we looked outside she was gone. That day was so cold it was five below zero. I was so worried and scared for our dog. We quickly began to search the entire neighborhood. She was no where to be found. I was so nervous because she was so friendly and anyone could have picked her up. She is an American Bulldog and too many she looked intimidating, but she is a big sweetheart. My family was so devastated that we could not think about anything else but the dog. Our friends and family were so supportive they helped us also search for her. The next day my friend made me a flyer. My husband and children posted flyers all around the neighborhood. The very next day someone in our area found the flyer and returned our dog. We were so happy!! I then said to myself I really have to get her a tag with her information. I did a google search and found the love your pets website and was so impressed with the prices, selections and website. I could not pass up the deals they offered so I ordered two tags (just in case I lost one). I can't wait to receive them.

Mister Kitty has been in our family for 8 years, since kittenhood. We recently moved from country living to small town "downtown" living. Mister Kitty lived at our place of business and went outside after 6 p.m. when the town rolled up its sidewalks and the downtown became relatively quiet. He's EXTREMELY friendly and most everyone knew him. When folks would see him outside, they'd stop to pet him and talk with him and he in turn would talk to them. The red heart shaped ID tag from LOVEYOURPETS let the people know that he did indeed live "downtown" and was not lost.
Then one day, he disappeared. We put signs all over town. We called the vets, the Humane Society, Animal Control. We ran ads in the paper. Days went by, then weeks but I never gave up hope. Mister Kitty WOULD come home. Three weeks after his disappearance I got a phone call from a man who had "caught" Mister Kitty in a Hav-A-Heart possum trap. The man lived nearly 3 miles away and knew from the LOVEYOURPETS tag that Mister Kitty was far from home.
How (and why) he was so far from home was a mystery until the evening Mister Kitty appeared at the window of a downtown restaurant when was my daughter was inside. A man at the counter told a story about having a few beers too many one night and being greeted by Mister Kitty on his way to his car. The cat was SO FRIENDLY, the inebriated man took him home with him to the OTHER SIDE OF TOWN! When he sobered up the next morning, he noticed Mister Kitty's tag and realizing that he belonged to someone... he let Mister Kitty go. Needless to say, my sweet cat could not find his way home from that distance. Without his red heart ID tag we may never have had him returned to us. All of his friends in downtown Tarboro, NC are glad he's back. THANK YOU SO MUCH!

I've always had a soft spot for all animals and I've never been able to turn one away. My home is proof of this. My boyfriend came in one day with this stray he had seen running the road side a few days in a row. Cute mix breed and no tags or collar to mention. I started asking everyone that I seen if they knew the dog....he had to be local. Nothing! I ran him in the paper and got no response. After about two weeks I finally agreed to let the kids name him and he made himself right at home here with our other three dogs! PugsLee has become a wonderful addition to our family. He's playful and loving and I've had people beg for him. He has a personnality that would grab anyones heart right away. His last owners lose is our gain.

Here's a pet story you'll never believe. Huge animal lover here. I am ant-hunting, you name it. My man came in one day all upset and he was running around with a bundle in his arms looking for a heating pad...."Help ME!" ... "Can you save them?" I was at a lose. I had to grab him and ask firmly..."SAVE WHAT?" He opened the shirt to reveal 5 baby possums with no hair and their eyes still closed. I flipped. Their mother was hit by a car and he stopped and rescued them from her pouched. One (I'm sad to say) died on the way to my house. Two other died that same night. Today....we have Luna and her brother MuChoo who are about 4 1/2 months old now. I made several calls and sent more then two dozen emails that weekend to rescue groups trying to get help and advice. No one thought they would make it...not even me. So tiny and so young. There was no one nearby that could or would take them. Everyone I contacted said to either leave them to die...they would put them down....or for me to do my best....ughhh! We spent more then two months feeding and bathing these two helpless creatures every four hours. All hours of the day and night...taking them to the store and appointment so they wouldn't miss feedings. I was determined to see them through this one way or another. We had a few close calls but I'm happy to say that they are both happy and healthy to this day. Now if I can get someone to ever call me back so they can see a doctor we might really get somewhere....ha ha!

My vision started giving me issues back in March of this year. The doctors spent months running test, retesting other things and eventually got to the diagnosis of Retinitus Pigmetosa. Feeling sorry for myself and depressed,I decided to go to the local Human Society and check out the cats. I figured if I could refocus my engergy on another being that needed me, then it would pull me out of my funk. I was first attracted to a male siamese named Willow, but an unnamed orange tabby was begging for attention. Naturally the orange tabby was held and petted..I even named it thinking that he would be the one...but out of the corner of my eye the siamese kept eye balling me and smiling like he already decided I was his..when I put my hand down he came over sniffed me and started rubbing his head against my hand. I put the orange tabby down and picked up the siamese. He looked me in the eye and touched his nose to mine...I was hooked.I set him down and said come on Willow time to go home and he followed me out to the processing area with out batting an eye..10 minutes later he was in a pet carrier and riding in the passengers seat, seat belt in place. It was then the name Willow reminded me of how a willow tree bends with the wind and is strong in its flexability. My vision has deteriorated since adopting Willow, but he reminds me that with my challenge, I too can be flexable and adjust..Willow is my angel with paws..

Well one day me , my mom, and my sister were going to my aunt's house for the day so we left the dogs outside running loose in the fenced backyard. My father put a lattice around the bottom of our house to keep the dogs from getting out. The 2 dogs broke the lattice and got out. My sister's dog Odie came back but my dog Hershey didn't. I was so scared. The next day a man walked up to our house and said "Is this dog Hershey yours?" Your dog id tags with the name , address , and the home phone number on it really helped me get my lovable "BIG" dog Hershey back. thank you

Last summer Max got out of our fence and took a stroll down through the neighborhood and into the woods not far from our home. Evidently, he interrupted a porcupine busy at work and got quite the noseful. Scared, Max ran farther away from home. A gal a few streets away spotted him running out of the woods and took him in. Thankfully, he had his tags on and she gave us a call. Thanks, Love Your Pets!

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"!

Hi, My dog "Buddy" loves to pose for the camera, as you can see, he just loves to pose, I think in this picture he thinks he is an Afgan dog, or "Rick James"! I think he thinks he is famous!!