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This is baby smokey. She was destined for the gunny sack and creek but...she came to live with me. :)

This is 'Gremlin'. He was absolutely the best K9 I ever owned. Collies rule! He was lying on the side of the road way back in the 80's. His tail had been snapped off (a trap?) and he was full of burrs. Anyway he came to live with us. We groomed him for days to get out the burrs. The vet said he was around 15 years old. Gremlin lived with us for around 7 years. Absolutely the best dog I ever owned.

This is "Bubby", (he made me post this). This is the most perfect feline I've ever had. He's a 3-legger and came to be with us 3 years ago. One day I looked out my front door and he was wandering around. All I had to do was call 'here kitty, kitty, kitty...and he came flying. What a blessing he has been to my household!

And this...this is "Baby Boy" the most joyous experience I've had raising a 'critter'. My 'feral' rescue (no pics of her) brought him home one night. His eyes were still closed. She was licking him like he was a kitten and she had him firmly in her clutches (but no injuries). All I can surmise is that she thought he was an orphaned kitten.

Show your Furbabies and tell your story(ies). I'm thoroughly convinced that God gives us these creatures as gifts. They enrich our lives and they love us without reservation. I'm hoping you will share your blessings with all of us FReepers.

My baby lovin' my baby....(this was 2 years ago when Tara was 6 and George 1 - they're still close and now George can throw her favorite big Jolly Balls).

Tara years ago - I think when she was 3, or 4. It was the last house. Her weekly prescribed baths for her insane allergies.

This was my best girl. Rhubarb. She used to love curling up under the Christmas tree and looking up into the lights.

*We lost her not long after this pic was taken. It was around midnight on September 24th, 2010, when she succumbed to renal failure caused by advanced non-melatonic skin cancer.

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This is our buddy, Nigel. He and Rhubarb were from the same litter - we got them at eight weeks in the summer of '99. He's asleep on the bed behind me with a swollen throat - we think he ate a bee. The Benadryl seems to be helping, though.

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This is our newest addition - Scrat. We've had her about three years now. She hears voices in her head. That should be self-explanatory.

I had more pics - including Fred the Turtle - but I had to declare a scorched earth policy in a campaign against a really insidious computer virus. I won, but I'm just now beginning to restore everything from my backup.