Ethan has been adopted!!!

This is Ethan. He is only 4 years old, and has been through obstacles most wouldn’t survive. Ethan was rescued from a car with a number of other cats. They all had neglected eye issues. Most were treated with anibiotics, and were able to keep their eyes. Poor Ethan’s eye was so far gone, it was literally falling out of the socket, and had turned a neon colored blue. Upon being rescued from the car, he was then brought to the town shelter where he sat for months with extreme discomfort. He was in agony. Eileen, our Huntington cat center coordinator, pulled him from the shelter, and Last Hope gave him the care he so desperately needed. The vet immediately had to remove the eye. Throughout all of this, Ethan has remained in high spirits and has not stopped purring! The vet staff could not get over how much purr he had in him! Even in the first few excrutiating recovery days, he was rolling over on his back purring up a storm. Today, Ethan is at the cat center and all he wants to do is be on your lap! He doesn’t know that he looks different from the rest of the cats. He doesn’t know that humans treated him as poorly as they did, he just wants to be loved. He will climb into your lap and rub against you in order to soak up every ounce of love he can get. He is a very special cat, and he is one in a million.

Please consider adopting this survivor by emailing or calling  Lucy at effmanlu@yahoo.com  917-494-5397

Ashton, our newest member of the Golden Whisker Society had quite the story to tell. Since being found wandering the beach looking for food, he’s had a home and lost it…was brought to a shelter and rescued…came to our Huntington Adoption Center and became Mayor! Well his life is about to change…big time…as he has now been ADOPTED!!! Join us as we wish Ashton well as he begin his new life!

Sheba Rose was pulled from a Suffolk County Shelter, arrived on a Saturday and was fortunate enough to find a foster home right away! Sheba is a four year old Chihuahua that was turned into the shelter by her owners. A week later, Sheba went to the vet, because of difficulty walking and frequent urination. It turns out that Sheba had a huge hernia, that was twisted around the intestines! The vet described Sheba Rose as a “ticking time bomb”, because her stomach and intestines could twist and she would not survive that. This hernia was ignored by her owners and when it got too big and too expensive to repair, they turned her into the shelter.

This week she had surgery at NY Vet Specialists to correct this very serious condition. So far so good but she has a long road to recovery. Her vet bill will be over $2000.00 and we need to raise money to cover that amount. We’ve made it easy…click the DONATE button below!

How about this Valentine’s Day, instead of giving another stuffed animal or box of chocolate – donate to the Sheba Rose Fund in honor of your special someone!! Sheba Rose thanks you and so will your honey!

We are happy to report that Bingo is a winner again and has been ADOPTED!!!

Think about how much this poor dog has endured over the last year…Marion County Animal Rescue League in West Virginia posted on a rescue network that friends had come upon a house that burned down over a year ago. The people moved out but never took their dog. He had been chained outside to the debris and nail-covered boards with no shelter for the duration. The neighbors had been feeding him, thinking the owners would come back for him. That week the property was to be sold at the courthouse, and this extremely friendly, smooth Saint Bernard mix in miniature (approximately 3 years old and 63 lbs.) would be homeless. He would be sent to the local animal control with virtually no chance of being adopted there, which implied he would be put down. The post read that despite his ordeal he loved people, other dogs and cats. Scrolling down were photos of Bingo tethered to the debris in the snow. Take a look. That’s all it took.

On Saturday evening January 28th, we picked him up in Stamford, Connecticut, the last stop on a rescue transport. Bingo was still wearing his filthy old collar. He had traveled the last leg with his head on the driver’s lap. As we tucked Bingo in at Last Hope in Wantagh later that night, we promised him, he would never be cold or neglected again.