We got Wolfie from a dog pound. He was on 'death row' as he had been there for ages.  He did not look like the long haired German Shepherd that he was.  Wolfie was matted to the skin, covered in sores and was emaciated, had fleas and mites and didn't respond at all to anyone.

It took a week of baths and grooming to sort him out and many more to clear the skin problems. Four months down the line and he was a new dog.
Gone was the haunted look in his eyes, this had been replaced with contentment.

I fell in love and decided to keep him. Gradually he gained weight and we started to go further on our walks as his muscles were now building nicely. Wolfie was now part of our seven dog family.

We had two and a half wonderful years with Wolfie, but sadly lost him to cancer last year. Although it still hurts, what he gave us back made me realise why we do it over and over again

Rico and Rizzla came to us after we had a phone call to say that someone had trapped two 'wild kittens' in his shed and could we do anything as they were really ill. We went straight out to the man's house and with the aid of a torch and a cage proceeded to catch them.....Well it didn't actually go quite like that, more like this.......

On entering the shed we could see nothing apart from a lawn mower and a few garden tools.Being a smallish shed we didn't have much room to manoeuvre. Then the beam of the torch picked out two little eyes,'Ahh', there was one.The eyeballs moved away in two different directions...strange...oh well.

I dived one way and Lin dived the other, tripped and landed on a bag of peat and rolled onto the floor, ending up staring straight into the face of one very frightened totally ferral kitten, who promptly slapped her on the nose with claws fully extended and retreated behind the work bench. At which point I burst into fits of laughter while Lin wiped the blood away cursing at me at the top of her lungs. Round one to the kittens!

Round two, was very similar to round one, only this time I had crawled behind the bench and stupidly put my hand in the gap.
I came out at two hundred miles an hour with said kitten firmly attached to my arm and.... Lin burst out laughing, whilst shouting at me to hold on to it. Hold on to it????? the kitten had ME not me it, but eventually with much aggro and many more scratches and bites we managed to get it into the cage.

Round three was more like an episode of the Keystone Cops with the kitten going from one side of the shed to the other followed by Lin and I, and then back the other way, until I came up with the bright idea of throwing my coat over it. This done, all that remained was to extract the kitten from the coat, and deposit in the cage with the other one.  By the time we had done it both Lin and I had lost about two pints of blood each, and looked like characters from night of the living dead. Still we had the kittens and off we went home.
When we got them home we found that they were indeed ill. Both had cat flu and each had an eye sealed shut. It took them weeks to recover ,but they did so and were so friendly with all the attention they had when they were ill that after they had been castrated they went to a new home together