Rescue Stories

Terry- Renamed to Jagger

Terry is a great story. He arrived at the shelter absolutely terrified (hence the name). It took two weeks just to get him out of the cage. A dog like that doesn't get adopted because the cringe at the back of the cage and no one gets to know them well enough to adopt. Realizing that his time at the shelter would be short due to his "unadoptability" we immediately put and "Urgent" status on his web listing. Shortly after changing his status, we got an e-mail from a lady in Manhattan (the shelter is over 60 miles away!) who wanted to save him. She arranged to meet us at the shelter. She took the afternoon off from work, rented a car, threw her other two dogs into the car and drove out to the shelter. She arrived at the shelter 5 minutes before closing and adopted him once she saw that he got along with her dogs. He is now living happily in Manhattan and is loving life with his new person.

Here's Terry at the shelter. All he did was hide in corners- even during walks.

Here are two pictures of Terry (now Jagger) happily in his new home.


Doc showed up almost blind, with terrible ear infections and barely able to walk. We named him Doc because his tail was half missing as if it was docked off. As luck would have it, he was adopted by a doctor and is doing very well. In fact his person says that he has aged backwards!

Doc in his home with the doctor.


Penny arrived at the shelter ematiated, weak and loaded with ticks. We immediately put our names (LI Golden Rescue) down to adopt her once she became available. When she became adoptable, we wasted no time and sprung her from the shelter, bathed her and brought her to the vet. In her poor condition, she was literally hours away from dying of malnutrition. After several trips to the vet, Penny's health started to improve. She had been diagnosed with diabetes and had a severe uterine infection requiring emergency surgery. We had Penny for about a month until she got adopted. In her new home, she found love and non-stop vet care from a family friend. She bulked up and looked very much like a real golden and loved to play with her dog friend and walk with her family.


Gomer was a sweet and loving mush of a dog. He never lost his spirit even when he was in the cold, hard shelter cage. After seeing him on a lady in Vermont said she'd adopt him if we could arrange transportation. We filled out the paperwork and sprung Gomer. We took him on the Port Jeff Ferry and drove him half-way across Connecticut and gave hime to his new person. He was an immediate hit. He's now living very happily with his new mom on her acres and acres of land of which he has free range. Gomer had a microchip implant which was originally implanted in Sweden! When a Sweedish friend visited we found out that Gomer understands Sweedish!

Two pictures of Gomer living happily ever after with his new little sister.


I met Sandy at the doorstep to the shelter a man was bringing her in to be euthanized because she was wetting the floor. To avoid the paperwork and adoption fee from the shelter, I got permission from him to take her on the spot. A trip to the vet and it was clear that the floor wetting was caused by a simple bladder infection. That was cleared up very quickly with antibiotics.

The man told us she was 9 or 10 years old and has had no other health problems. He had gotten Sandy at a garage sale. The previous owner was moving and selling everything when asked about Sandy, the owner offered the dog to the man- what a thorough screening for the new owner of your beloved pet!

Sandy was "very un-adoptable". She was old, had few teeth left and began having seizures on a regular basis. After putting her on anti-seizure medications, she began to lose all ability to move. We brought her to the vet to have her put down. Apparently she had a reaction to the medicine that almost killed her. The vet changed her meds and she was up and walking in three days!

Sandy stayed with us as a fixture for nine months. She saw many other foster pets come and go. At one point there were three other fosters with her and Buddy & Lily- 6 dogs! She liked to spend most of her time laying around but every once in a while she was a "real" dog. She liked slow walks, chased a ball every once in a while (which she could not catch no matter how well it was thrown at her) she even loved to wander around the big field aimlessly when we took her.

One day we got a call from a Lady who said she was Sandy's original owner. She told us that Sandy was actually 14 and not 10. The lady hung up in tears when we denied her a visit because it would be too difficult for the dog to see her old owner and not be able to go home with her. It was sad but the lady gave her dog away to a customer at a garage sale so we didn't feel too bad for her.

Sandy became a "permanent foster" when we realized that her fading health and, at times, impatient personality made her unsuitable to be with someone unfamiliar with her. She was very happy with us. I carried her up the stairs each night. Each morning she wagged her tail vigorously when she realized that she was still alive for another day. She stayed with us for close to a year before her health became too weak.

Rescue dogs should be able to live forever to make up for the terrible life they had until then but the least we ask for is a year- just long enough for them to forget the bad stuff. Sandy got her year and died a happy dog.

Casey, Rocky and Sandy

We got a call through LIGRR that this woman wanted to give up her dogs because it was getting too difficult to take care of them. When we got there we realized that it was the understatement of the year! These three dogs were living permanently outside. At the time, we were in the middle of a 25 degree cold spell. We just came from the shelter where 3 chickens froze to death and we were expecting temperatures of teens to single digits that evening. The dogs had no liquid water to drink and their only shelter were two drafty wood boxes. We took all the information we could and as many pictures as I could snap. We told the lady that we would take the Golden and would work on the other two dogs.

When we left the home, we couldn't drive more than a block before we had to do something. We pulled over to the side of the road and made a dozen or so calls. Val on her call phone and me on mine. We furiously netwoked, called shelters, rescue groups and volunteers. It was difficult because it was 5 pm on a Saturday and many places such as boarding facilities and Vets were closed- and would be until Monday morning! In a half an hour we had lodging for the golden and the Yellow Lab. We were able to "hide" the Golden in the town shelter until Monday morning. It was very Underground Railroad. the dog got a cage with no paperwork and we had to get the dog out before the day shift arrived on Monday. The Yellow lab and the St Bernard had to weather the night. We were sick all evening as we lay in bed and listened to the cold 9 degree wind blow. The next morning we went back and gratefully, the two dogs survived. We grabbed the Yellow Lab and spent the day driving her out to Shelter Island where she was taken by Lab Rescue. As we drove her out, St. Bernard Rescue went to the home and took the St. Bernard.