True Pet Stories

My husband is in the army and so we have to travel to see our families. During the holidays in 2003 we went home for a visit and brought along our 3 dogs and 5 cats.

Sandman, our lilac siamese was an adventurous cat and did not know danger and decided to explore his new suroundings and got lost. We searched frantically for him to no avail. Thanks to his collar and tag an unknown neighobr found him and called us and he was returned to his very grateful owners.

A few months later after we had returned home he had wondered off again and got lost and because of his tag and collar he was returned yet again. The last time he went on his adventure he unfortunetly was hit by a car. The person who hit him looked at his tag and knew where to go to let us know of his demise. We were very heartbroken however grateful for this person letting us know what had happend.

If it weren't for the tag and collar we may have never known what had happend to him any of the three times. So for those reasons, I'm very much into having tags for all of my pets.

Teko is rescued dog who is about 7 years old. We got her two years ago from a rescue shelter. She immediately adopted me and the family and became a part of us all in a very short time. It seemed as if she had always been with us. I intended to get tags for her but never quite got around to it.

She likes to be with me no matter where I am. So when I work outside she has always stayed on the property without even giving her a command to do so. I would check on her regularly if she was not in eyesight and she was always there!

Well yesterday I was working outside and she hung around as usual. But when it came time to go in the house she was no where to be found! We live next to a very busy highway and I thought the worst! I began checking the neighborhood on foot with no luck.

I then took the car and my son to look for her in a wider search area and still no Teko! I came back to the house for dinner and to see if she came home but she had not. After dinner I went back out and increased my search area and said a quick prayer to the Lord to help me find her because now she had been gone for several hours.

I checked back at the house to see if she had come back, there was a unfamiliar car in the drive so I did not stop because it was blocking my way. I drove about two blocks and then Teko ran in front of my car about 100 feet ahead of me! I followed her up the hill and into a parking lot that we walk through everyday. I called to her and she came to me. After a long hug I put her in the car and went home.

That pickup truck was still there. As I got out of the car a man came from my back yard and saw Teko in my car and said "there she is!" My puzzled look was answered by him telling me he and his wife had seen Teko on the busy road and was trying to catch her to keep her from getting run over. They thought she ran into our yard, not knowing it was her home, continued to try and catch her and that spooked her up the hill that I was driving up!

I was very blessed to get Teko back so quickly and took the que to make sure she had ID on her collar. I ordered "Love Your Pets! I.D. Tags" today!

We take our cats, Buster, ChesterMyles and Sydney to Maine with us. It's a 3 hour trip sometimes and Sydney loves to hang out the window while we ride. We have to make sure we have the lock-out on the windows and door locks. I am always worried about getting in an accident, as the cats could get lost if something happened. We use your pet id tags because they allow that second phone number. That was if something happens to us, we know that our friends will be called to take care of the "kits." We just got a new baby, Spike, and even though he has to stay with his mom for a few more weeks, we are ordering his tag now so that we can be ready when he comes home with us. Thanks SJ, David, Buster, ChesterMyles, Hurricane Sydney and Baby Spike

Why The World Needs Pets By Bill Clanton of All Pets Radio (www.allpetsradio.com) Waretown, New Jersey

They won’t hold a grudge. They won’t leave you for someone else. They know how to show their affection. They even know your feelings better than you do. Who are “they”? Well “they” go by many names, but most of the world just calls them “Pets”.

Pets are wondrous creatures whose powers go beyond that of spiritual or magical. Perhaps that power is what the world needs more of. Recently while being interviewed by a news reporter I was asked the question, “Why do you think that pets have become so popular in recent years?” I thought for a moment and then answered. “We are a nation at war, a nation still recovering from the after effects of September 11th, a nation rebuilding in the wake of a devastating hurricane in the South, all while living in a media spoon fed world with terror attacks in every news break.”

I then went on to explain the key thing that separates us from our pets. “If I were to go to a human friend for emotional support, I could only expect so much. You see, they could be affected by the same negative worldly stress that depresses me. However, my pet remains unaffected.”

This news reporter agreed with my statement and we spent several minutes talking about the idea of “unconditional love”. Unconditional love is a phrase that I have heard people from all walks of life relate totally to pets. I find it amazing that so many people with different backgrounds, cultures, and languages can come to this same agreement. When we are at our lowest of lows our pet will still be there. Pets fill the void in our lives.

Another incredible aspect of pets is in the case of loved ones away from home. While loved ones may be over seas fighting to preserve freedom, pets are fighting battles here on the emotional frontlines in our homes. Our pets are armed with the weapons of mass affection. A wet nose, a wagging tail, a friendly purr, and soft snuggly fur remain a strong hold of the pet arsenal. In a few short moments a pet can bring us from a face full of tears to a face full of cheers.

They always aim to please expecting nothing in return. I have never heard of a dog not loving his master because his master forgot say “I love you”, or a cat ignoring her caretaker because they got home late from work. Wait, I am talking about cats so actual results of the previous statement may vary.

My point is that we could learn a tremendous amount about humility and humanity from our pets. Humans using the powers gained by observing our pets could one day actually bring about world peace. In the mean time we take it one heart at a time.

The next time you find yourself alone, hurt, sad, or frightened, just find your furry friend, open up your heart, and let the power heal you.

Bill Clanton E-mail: info@allpetsradio.com

My Name is Ronda Jennings. I am a Level III Usui Reiki Master. Reiki is the ’laying on of hands healing touch system’. Reiki has been in existence since the beginning of time on earth. For now we will say that it started in India and Tibet. Traditional Usui Reiki was brought here by the Master Teacher Mikao Usui in the late 1800’s. Reiki is used to heal the Mental, Physical, Emotional, and Spiritual Bodies within us. The One administering the Reiki sessions has no control as to where the energy will go, the healing energy goes to the area where it is needed the most. Most of our illnesses stem from some emotional or mental blockage within our Chakra system and if the issue is not addressed it will come out in some form within the four bodies, so the energy will flow in an through the Chakra that most needs to be unblocked. Each client/patient has their own experience depending on their body and how they care for it. Below is an example of an experience while working on one of my animal friends. A dog was trapped in a fire. I’ve known this dog for a while, but he never let me get near him for more than a few seconds, then he would back away and bark at me in fear. This dog was, understandably, more of a nervous wreck after being trapped in the fire. When I arrived at the house he was nervously running around more than I have ever seen. He was barking at every noise he heard . My friend got him to sit down so that I could lay my hands on him. After a few minutes of Reiki he started pawing at me. My friend said that is what he does when he wants more attention and rubs; I was delighted! I kept the session going and the next thing I knew he laid down. This is a dog that would not let me touch him for longer than two seconds! My friend told me this was the first time he has settled down since the fire. He started closing his eyes during the session as I released his tears and fear. When I finished the session this dog got up and got into his bed and went to sleep. I still see this dog from time to time and whenever he is around me he follows me around like he is in Love with me. When I touch him, he starts pawing at me for more. This is a picture of my little friend- Pooba. Even though miraculous things can happen during a Reiki session, I can not take credit for these events. I am only a vessel for the Reiki Energy of the Universe from our Creator to flow in and through me to a person or animal for healing. For More information please visit my website: www.themetaphysican.net

It was October, 3rd 2003, my 15th birthday. Homecoming at school, some friends and I got out early. A friend of mine takes me to her friends house, I had never met her.She lived in a trailer, with her mom, two children, and two animals. One of those animals was Damen (Baby as we now call Him). When we got into the house it was covered in trash, the dog smelled, but it was fat, so that meant it probably ate well. But there was a kitten in the four foot kitchen. A gate blocked him from getting out. He was too weak to do anything. The old owner told me her son would throw him in the corner and urinate on him, but she didn't care, "she didn't care what he did." So, she asks if any of us want a cat, everyone said no except me, I said, my mom probably would not let me have it. So I'm leaving the house, it smells horribly bad in there. Beer cans and food all over. Then she threw the kitten over the gate, he was about three months old, as skinny as a twig, and FILTHY. I was leaving, the cat was trying to get out to. I asked,"can he go outside", the mother of the girl says, "I don't care what Damen does." So I'm running home, I want that cat. I live 90 feet away from the trailer court. I'm asking my mom if I can have him, she says no at first then agrees to see him. My sister runs to the trailer, I told her where they lived and she came back. It was like he was really happy to get out of there, because he didn't squirm or move a lot like he usually does. After my sister gets home my mom is SHOCKED at how he looks. We feed him a can of canned cat food, he PUSHES my female cat, who is now a year in June, a month older, and smaller then him by a lot away from even getting to the can. He was THAT hungry. After he ate, had his fill, we gave him a bath in Dawn hand soap. He actually enjoyed it. So now he's clean, and he uses the LITTER BOX, which we did not know. He has had the long term affect on him though. Since, he was so badly neglected, he eats hair ties and other odd objects and throws them up. My other cat Pepsi, does not do anything but play with them. We got him fixed and declawed a couple of months ago. Now he is FAT, HEALTHY, and HAPPY. Pepsi is his girlfriend. They do EVERYTHING together. I think without us he would have died. He is spoiled and just like a young child. We named him Baby because when he cries to go outside or to play he sounds just like one. He also knows how to fetch, SIT!, and he loves laying on laps. When he purrs it makes everyone feel better. I am glad we got Baby, we should have reported the owner, but it's too late, no proof! But they sure don't know what they are missing out on. A very wonderful loving cat..

Both of my kitty cats had been abandoned by previous owners. I took Prowler in 11 years ago when he was about 6 months old - skinny as a rail, starving for food & affection. My MereMere girl came to us 1-1/2 years ago when she was about 4 years old - scraggly, matted, & dumpster diving for food.

They had their differences with each other, but got over them for the most part. Since both have the taste & need for the outdoors, possibly because they had to fend for themselves or maybe it is just their natural instinct, I allow them to be indoor/outdoor pets since I live in a rural area - I know this fact may not sit well with some people, but I truly believe my babies would not be happy if I kept them contained to the house.

They know my schedule - when I get up & leave for work, when I get home, when I go to bed, etc. They also know when it is the weekend. On Saturday and Sunday they get canned cat food treats - and they NEVER miss partaking in that! To my dismay, MereMere was not at the door this morning when I got up. Ok, so it was a bit later than usual (8am instead of 6-7am), so I figured she got tired of waiting & went off to sleep in the shed (where I do have sleeping accomodations for them - a pillow & blanket for each).

I started my coffee, put on my shoes & jacket, & walked out to the shed. No baby kitty cat. Ok, she's out & about somewhere, but I know she'll be home soon. 10 minutes.... 30 minutes.... 1 hour.... Now I decide to take a walk thru the front & back yards, along the road, thru the plowed corn field to call and look, look and call, call and look. MereMere doesn't come home. More minutes and hours go by, I ask Prowler to go find his sister, he comes back with no answers. I cry. Now it's noon time & I'm going to an adoption party for friends that had been trying to have a baby for years and were lucky enough to become parents thru adoption. My mind is still on MereMere so I leave after 2 hours.

Hoping against hope that she'll be waiting at the door when I get home. She's not. I take another walk thru the shed, yard, field. Prowler comes with me. Nothing. Did she get run over by a car? I think not because she's skittish by the noise & I didn't see a body along the roadside. Did a racoon or other animal outwit her? Possibly. Did some person find her & is taking care of her? Possibly, but she doesn't have an ID TAG so they can call me.

More crying. Thoughts running thru my head. Hoping she didn't suffer (by now it's been over 18 hours and I'm pretty much resigned to the fact she's never coming home). Because how could I be so stupid??? Not for the fact that I let my cats go outside, but because I don't have tags on her. No one knows she's mine. No one can call and let me know. More crying - the heart wrenching, soul breaking kind.

The outer door is closed, but the inner is open so I can see on the porch easier. But it's getting cold so I need to close the door. I walk up to the doorway, take one more look on the porch, knowing I won't see my little girl...................... Is my imagination playing tricks, my wishful thoughts & prayers having fun on my part? But no, there was my beautiful MereMere waiting at the door to come in like nothing was amiss. As I opened the door, the tears of happiness were streaming - and I knew I'd follow thru with the promise I'd made to myself earlier - if she came home, both of my babies were going to wear collars & tags.

She had been gone for over 18 hours. After she had a bite to eat, I picked her up, hugged her more than she probably wanted to be, and smelled her. She didn't smell like she'd been outside for too long. So my best guess is someone DID take her in & cared for her, she "broke free", and came back home. But...... if I would have had a tag on her, I would not have had to go through the agony & worry and she would have been home much sooner. Luckily, I did have a happy ending to this story and I'm writing this in hopes that no one has to have a sad one.

I am 50, disabled and a recluse. For reasons I will never no, I sat on my enclosed pool area Nov 2nd 2007 and heard a faint meow. I thought I was losing my mind, as usual. I heard it again and again. I decided to investigate. Inside our bouganvillia, which is thorny and tangled, was a pitch black Hemingway kitten! The neighbors behind us told their 10-yr old daughter they gave the kitten to an old lady that lost her dog. Baby turned my life around! I drive everywhere with her. She plays fetch with a ball! She has to sleep with me. Even my parents love her and they have never liked cats before. Baby is an Angel that was sent from God to turn me around and it has worked. I am so grateful and so happy again. We just lost our dog Hobie after 13 years a Border Collie and baby slept with his collar for a week. The vet placed her birthday on Sept 12th to match mine. Not even 6 months old and she has made this lady feel so much better. Pets really do help those of us that are sick. God Bless all the little ones.

As i soaked in the bathtub, thinking of all my stressful problems, and how I would attempt to best tackle them, a radio spot came on about a dog up for adoption at the humane society. I decided there and then to go see about adopting this chihuhua mix pup. When I got there she was not available, but an older similar female was. I really have to wonder who saved who?I love her so much! She has a spot in my bed, sleeps at my feet at the desk and cuddles every chance she gets. I can't imagine who or why they gave her up, but she's very greatful to not be sleeping on the cold concrete floor in a cage. She came home for the holidays and will make every day for the rest of our lives a holiday!

We're in our Senior year at Virginia Tech and Rufus, my pug puppy is getting an education for my final year. I travel alot during the school year and Aunt Parr keeps him. The long story shorten is that Aunt Parr lost him on a cold night in Blacksburg, VA. He got lost on one of the farms at VT while they were cleaning the BBQ cooker. I returned to find all my friends searching for Rufus with no success. It was a long night and the following day, we started again at daylight, again no Rufus. So after classes, I got the posters ready and Parr & I were headed out to put them up. I heard a knock on the door, thinking it was Parr, but it wasn't. It was Rufus in the arms on a really nice guy who was walking his dog along one of the paths near the cow pasture and saw a little black dog in the field. So he threw his big dog into the cow pasture, the dogs had a little playtime, then he called his dog which returned with Rufus at his side. He didn't even call me, he just showed up at my apartment since Rufus was wearing your tag with his name, my name, address, including apartment number and cell number. Mama said Rufus couldn't leave home until his tag arrived. Boy am I glad. Rufus is safe and sound because a one little tag and a kind person. He didn't want the reward - only homemade cookies & beer! Don't have a dog without a tag on his collar.