I found Pinky sitting in a ditch on my way home from work in 1998. She was by the road that leads to the Humane Society, so I suspect someone dumped her there. I took her home and quarantined her from my other cats until I could take her to the vet because she had her head tilted in an “exorcist kitty” pose—I thought something was wrong with her neck! I called the vet, and we took her over for an examination. Fortunately,
Psycho wasn't just my dog, he was my best friend.
He came into life completely by chance in December 1997, and until he died last October, he was my companion and confidant.
I adopted Mido (pronounced “me-dough”) from Joliet Jr. College’s vet tech program on 5/7/02; at the time they estimated that she was 2-3 years old. I am so glad that she was the last animal left to be adopted that semester because I immediately fell in love with her from the moment I saw her sitting all alone on a gurney in an exam room.
I found Pinky sitting in a ditch on my way home from work in 1998. She was by the road that leads to the Humane Society, so I suspect someone dumped her there. I took her home and quarantined her from my other cats until I could take her to the vet because she had her head tilted in an “exorcist kitty” pose—I thought something was wrong with her neck! I called the vet, and we took her over for an examination. Fortunately, 
