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Millie

This is Miss Millie. A 6 1/2 year old Boxer, Lab mixed breed that was born on June 5, 2019. She is a very shy girl who takes a couple of visits to warm up to new people in places but she is super sweet and loves attention. She has always done well with other animals and children. Millie is not aggressive but tends to get very excited and a little jealous, letting you know vocally by crying and whining that she sees others getting the attention that she wants. She is also a bit protective over her food dish. Overall, Millie is a very good girl who just needs some extra love and care due to an injury of a major tendon in her back leg. She had always lived in a home with a fenced in yard so had not had much exposure to being on a leash or outside of her own territory, making her leash skills and listening to command skills not very good but she is super smart so could learn these skills easily. We just hope Millie finds the right home that can take care of her like she deserves.

Hugo

Hugo is a super sweet boy who is enjoying his new lease on life. He LOVES going for walks and just being outside enjoying the sights and smells. If he can't be outside, he enjoys laying next to his person to get pets and take a good nap. He's VERY close to being housebroken but it should be any day since his recent neuter. He is good with other dogs, cats, and kids that respect his space and small size. He rides well in a car and enjoys looking out the window at the passing sights. He is left free to roam when his foster is gone and sleeps on a dog bed next to his foster's bed at night.

Hugo is estimated to be ten years old and 23 lbs.

AoiMe

May 1, 2010 I adopted a cat that had been found in the middle of the road recently run over by a car. A caring vet tech scooped him up and nursed him back to health. The life he lived prior to joining my family is something I'm sure he was happy to leave behind; both of his ears and the tip of his tail showed the damage frostbite had caused.

I named him AoiMe which means blue eyes in Japanese because his were the bluest I had ever seen.

I had the pleasure of sharing my heart and home with him for 14 years. He was the sweetest, most gentle and best Velcro kitty you could wish for. He made it difficult to have a bad day because he had a way of snuggling the gloom right out of you.

I will always be thankful for all the years he gave me, but will never stop wishing that we could have had more time together.

Scout

Scout and Dr. Rudd met at a coworker's house party in 2008 and hit it off, so she took Scout home and then onto Canada for college at McGill University. Scout lived in Texas, Montreal, Pennsylvania, New Mexico, and then California before moving to Minnesota so Dr. Rudd could attend veterinary school.

In her younger years, Scout was an prodigious bug hunter, with her biggest catch being an impressive 5-inch hummingbird moth, caught in Amarillo, Texas in 2009. She loved chasing lights, and shadows, and occasionally her own tail. Other hobbies included a love of eating rubber bands, but she could always be trusted to puke them up and avoided incurring any surgery bills.

When Scout was still she was imperiously beautiful, but she could be rather clumsy in motion - notable accidents include running headlong into a full-length mirror and shattering it, and several years later she broke both of her top canine teeth trying to jump through a closed window. She was famously grumpy and hated all other animals, especially cats, but that did not stop Dr. Rudd from bringing home anyone who needed a place to stay.

Like many cats, Scout battled kidney disease and IBD the last few years of her life. She spent most of her time sleeping on a heating pad but still had the energy to wander the garden and eat grass on occasion. It was an honor to know her and she will be missed.

Jitters
4/10/19 - 9/11/22

Jitters was a strong indoor/outdoor cat full of unique personality. He was always vocalizing for attention with crazy meows despite how loved and spoiled he was. Jitters was named because he always seemed like he just drank a pot of coffee and was bouncing off the walls, he didn't need catnip to be full of energy. His favorite activities were climbing structures he shouldn't have, and hunting for critters in the fields.

Jitters unfortunately passed at only 3 years old due to a blood clot from a genetic heart condition. He is forever resting in the field he hunted and chasing gophers in the sky.

His family misses the chaos, annoyance, and smiles he used to bring to everyday life.

Ora Jane

Ora Jane was one in a million cat.

We weren't supposed to get another cat, but my husband's coworker's cat had another litter and I begged him to look at the teeny tiny kittens, just to smoosh them. Two years prior, in 2008, we had gotten a pair of kittens from the same coworker, from the same mom.

My heart was stolen that day by a tiny, feisty, tortie girl who just kept chirping at me. I left the coworkers house in near tears as I really wanted that kitten.

She came home a few weeks later when she was old enough after I wore my husband down. He really didn't want a fourth cat but we had recently lost another cat.

I named this feisty girl Ora Jane, after my great great aunt, to my grandma's horror and she soon acclimated to my crazy home. She was a shy girl, but would always come running when I called her name, chirping at me. She was very much a mama's girl. She started developing some urinary problems, resulting in hundreds of vet trips, loads of medications, and a lot of stressful nights. Turns out she had FIC, so she would have urinary issues when stressed, which means we adjusted our lifestyle for her and finally got it under control.

One day, she was super off, not acting her normal self. I chalked it up to kitty depression as she/us had just lost two of our other cats suddenly. I came into the clinic to get some medications/fluids and suddenly it turned into x-rays, bloodwork, and an ultrasound after a quick exam by a doctor. The C-word was thrown around as we found masses on her kidneys, something I wasn't ready to hear nor was expecting. We ended up doing two days of hospitalization trying to get her stable. My heart was numb, those days were a blur and finally, she told us she was ready to go.

Five days after the C-word was first spoken, we held her close and eased her passing. She was only 12 years old.