The Back Story
From Heather, the President and Founder
These 3 precious faces were my angels; the rescue is named in their honor. All were rescues themselves.
Penny & Roxie
They were my childhood dogs, but Penny died in 2012 at 18 years old and Roxie in 2013 at 19 years old. Losing them made a hole in my heart that no other pet or family member can replace. I was so young when we adopted them that I could not imagine a life without them. So many of the memories of growing up involves them, they were my support in the good and the bad. They helped shape me into who I am today and my passion to help animals. They were my best friends, my companions, and a part of my soul. They will live in my heart always. I cannot believe they were ever dumped in a shelter and that I was so lucky to have them in my life. They inspired me to start the rescue so other kids could have amazing childhood friends like mine.
Lucky was my beloved cat who I when I first moved out on my own. Living in apartments, working, and being a full-time student prevented me from bringing Penny and Roxie with me, so they stayed at my parents where I visited often. He and Pumpkin, another cat, were my constant companions. Lucky was an unusual cat, he was always into things, liked to play fetch, and came when called. When he died in January 2014, our family was crushed for. A foster dog had killed him, and for that, I will never forgive myself. For most people, that could be the end of their rescue/foster career, but instead I dedicated myself even more to rescuing and rehabilitating animals. It is in Lucky's memory that I take on the behavioral challenged cases. I want animals to live with people and each other harmoniously.