Calendar Contest - Tell us your rescue story!

Comment on this blog and tell us your rescue story.

Thank you for being a Budster! and, thank you for adopting! We want to hear all about your rescue! Leave a comment on this blog for a chance to win a Buddy Mercury 2020 calendar!

I hope you enjoy this totally PAWSOME Calendar Contest! This contest is in appreciate of YOU and in celebration of winning Good Morning America's Most Talented Pet of the Year!

Five lucky Budsters will each WIN a Buddy Mercury 2020 calendar!


My Calendar Contest ends on December 25, 2019.
Winner to be announced on December 26, 2019 (The day after Christmas!)

My family and I are so thankful for YOU! Sending you love, gratitude and happiness - and wishes for a Happy and Healthy Howliday season! 

Good luck Budsters, and thank you for being subscriber! AROOO!!!!!!
*Contest winner must comment on this blog and share their rescue story. Calendar prizes may only be shipped to an address in the U.S. and winner must be a Buddy Mercury email subscriber.


  • This is my rescue story: my little kitty, Sam (Samantha) had just passed away. I was so lonely!! I went to the Animal Rescue League and Gifford’s Cat Shelter. There were no kitties. But the MSPCA had a poor little skinny kitty who had been found wandering the streets pregnant in January 5 years ago. (Her baby was adopted immediately.) There was an instant connection between Annabelle and me!! Love at first meow! Then we found Buddy Mercury on You Tube and our lives are complete!!! Buddy even included me (Annabelle) in his beautiful calendar!! WOWSA MEOWSA!!! We love you, Buddy!!! We tell everyone: Adopt Don’t Shop!!!

    Elizabeth M Lindsay
  • Dear Sweetheart Buddy of our hearts!! Being a Budster is one of the greatest honors I’ve ever received!! And watching you win the award for Most Tail-ented (Talented) of the Year, was my most special moment in knowing you!!! I love you, Buddles!!

    Elizabeth M Lindsay
  • Hi Buddy, Lil Sis and Mom & Dad,
    My husband and I were reflecting on what first attracted us to one of Buddy’s videos and my husband remembered the first one that he saw was when Buddy was playing the piano and singing and the baby was shaking her little booty to the music. My husband always laughs when he mentions it. We thought that we would share this with you. Have a wonderful and musical holiday.

    Cindy Capra
  • My daughter and I moved into our current apartment 11 years ago and quickly found out that there were a lot of strays and abandoned cats in the neighbourhood.
    Over the years we have rescued many cats off of the street. We have also rescued several from abusive owners.
    Nyssa was kept in an empty basement by her owners. She was only allowed upstairs when they wanted to “play” with her, which meant abusing and torturing her and playing “kitty soccer” with her, where they would kick her around like a ball. My daughter offered to help the friend of a woman who lived in our apartment move…she didn’t really know our neighbour, she was just being nice.
    While she was at the house, she met this tiny calico cat that had clearly been abused and was told, with no shame, by her owners how they treated her. They said that they were going to leave her behind when they moved because they were sick of her. They had had her for 4 years, since she was a kitten, and had never even given her a name. My daughter told them that she was going to take the cat home with her, and was told that all her stuff was in the basement if there was anything down there she wanted to take. My daughter hadn’t been in the basement yet that day because she had been told that there was nothing down there to move out.
    She said that when she started down the stairs, her eyes started watering from the ammonia smell. She said the litter box was like a solid mass of litter that looked like it had never been cleaned. But there was no pee or poop on the floor…that little cat was so good that she always used that disgusting box. There was nothing else in the basement except for a bowl of dry food and a bowl of dirty water…she said she could see an actual layer of dirt on the bottom of the bowl. There was a bag of No Name kibble, and nothing else. No blanket, no bed, nothing soft or comforting for her to lie on and lick her wounds after she had been abused.
    When I first saw her that day, I cried. Her mouth was a mess, her top lip was split in half and so swollen that it was hard, her bottom lip was a mess but I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with it. When she tried to eat dry food, her mouth started bleeding, but we couldn’t tell from where. We set up a litter box and food bowls in my room, and gave her soft pate to eat. Her eyes were goopy and watering, probably from being stuck in that basement with the ammonia burning her eyes.
    It took me about a week to convince her that it was okay to sleep on my bed, so we put a nice soft bed on the floor for her.
    We took her to the vet the next day. He said that the split in her top lip had been done deliberately with a blade, and that her bottom lip had been split in half from side to side instead of up and down. Her lips were also very infected, as were her gums which had caused many of her teeth to fall out. He said she must have been in pain with the infection for over a year, it was so bad and had spread so far. She also had healed burns on her face, and a healed broken rib. A tip of one of her ears had been cut off, and she had thick, small scars all over her body…the vet said they could have been from punctures, but there was no way to know for sure what they had done to her to cause them. Her whole back, from her tail to her neck felt like it was one huge scab. Over the next few weeks, it slowly fell off on pieces. Again, we will never know what they did to cause that, but the vet’s guess was that they had poured something like boiling water over her. She had a funny little meow, unfortunately it was caused by being choked or strangled because there was damage to her vocal cords.
    Nyssa was such a scared little girl, and spent most of her first year with us in my bedroom. She would only come out into the living room if we carried her out and sat her on the sofa between us. We had to feed her there, and carry her to the litter box. She slowly started to gain confidence and after about 2 years, she was starting to act like a “real” kitty. She would eat and drink out of the bowls on the floor, she learned to play with toys, she would snuggle with a couple of the other kitties, she was comfortable in the rest of the apartment and didn’t need to be in my room all the time (although she did still sleep with me), and was beginning to be a happy carefree kitty. My favourite thing was that when I came home from work she would run to the door with all the other kitties to meet me.
    She was only about 7 years old and should have had years ahead of her, when she could just be a normal happy cat with that terrible past behind her and forgotten.
    One day I noticed what I thought was an abcess on her lip. I took her to the vet, expecting to get some antibiotics and be home in an hour. She had cancer. An aggressive and fast growing cancer…the vet examined her and said that she had tumours all over her neck, face, and head. He had me feel them and look at them, and my heart just sank. They were in her throat, her sinuses, her mouth, and her ears. He said that she probably wasn’t in pain yet, but any of those tumours could start causing pain or breathing problems or swallowing problems within days.
    After everything she had been through, I didn’t ever want her to suffer again. I had to make the most heartbreaking decision of my life that day.
    We’ve rescued other cats that were sick and we knew that we were going to have to have them put to sleep. And it is always heartbreaking, even when you are prepared for it. But Nyssa was acting so normal that day, like nothing was wrong. And I had to make that decision while she was sitting on the examining table purring away. She even started climbing back into her carrier at one point, which is when I started crying because I knew I was going home that day with an empty carrier.
    They sedated her and I spent time alone with her, telling her how much we loved her, what a special girl she was, and that I would be back to take her home. The thing is, Nyssa never liked to be held. I guess she never got over the connection between being held and being hurt. So that snuggle that I had with her that day while she was sedated was the first and only snuggle I ever had with her. And it took her being sedated to be calm enough to realize that snuggles felt good because she turned and snuggled into me and rubbed her paw on my cheek and purred away.
    Then it was time…I was allowed to hold her…so the last thing she ever felt was that snuggle, the last thing she ever saw was my face, and the last thing she ever heard was my voice telling her I loved her. I hope she left this world knowing that she was important, that she mattered, and that she deserved to be loved.
    We only had Nyssa for just over 2 years. Those monsters had her for over 4. We couldn’t even give her a day to make up for each day she had been in that hell. In January, it will be 4 years since we lost her. I did go back and bring her home…her ashes sit on a shelf in my bedroom. It was the only way we could give her all the years she deserved with us. She will always be a part of our family, as will every cat that we’ve lost. But there was just something about Nyssa that touched me the way no other animal ever has. She just deserved so much better. After everything she had been through, she had finally found happiness, she was finally healing emotionally, and the Universe just couldn’t let her have a happy ending.
    Even after almost 4 years, I will still have a good cry over her once in a while, and I think that I would give anything for just one more snuggle. Anything just to hear that silly meow, or to feel her curl up next to my pillow just one more time. I can honestly say that I miss her so much it physically hurts.
    Like I said, we have lost other cats that I grieved for and still miss. But I can remember them now with a smile or a laugh remembering something silly they did. But I’m still not there with her. Her story was just so tragic, and she was only able to feel real happiness and real security for such a short time.
    Every cat we have rescued, and the one dog we rescued, all have a story. We love them all and would do anything for any of them. But I have chosen to share Nyssa’s story because she was such a special girl.
    After everything those people had done to her, they were going to leave her on the streets in November to fend for herself. She wouldn’t have had any idea how to take care of herself and wouldn’t have lasted long in that cold weather. She would have died a lonely terrible death, believing that she was worth nothing, never even being given a name, never knowing what it felt like to be loved, never knowing what it felt like to be safe, never knowing what it felt like to not be in pain, never knowing what it felt like to have a soft warm bed to sleep on. She would have died thinking that the terrible life she had led was normal because she would have never known anything else. We would never have known about her if my daughter hadn’t decided to do a favour for a relative stranger that day. No one would have ever known about her.
    Instead, she did get to know love, and safety, and comfort, and good food, and clean water, and toys, and a clean litter box, and friends, and…hopefully…happiness.
    Our precious little girl could have left this world anonymous and unmourned, but she didn’t. And I just want as many people as possible to know that Nyssa existed, she was here, and she was so special. 😻😻

    Terri MacKay
  • First, thank you once again for sending Remi a Christmas card…She is honored that Buddy chose her card to display on the piano.
    Our family found Remi the beagle on Craigslist. We saw her picture and fell in love with those dreamy eyes. Three years Pepper our black lab lost her soulmate Betsy, the yellow lab to diabetes. We had 2 other dogs that Pepper would not allow into her heart.
    But Remi entered her heart from day one.
    When we picked up Remi from the owner’s daughter in a parking lot, she was shaking in a cage in the rear of the car. She was one of 12 short legged beagles that was used for deer hunting. In the previous summer she had a litter of puppies which allowed her to be in the house because all of the time she spent in a barn. The owner decided to change hunting dogs and therefore Remi had to go.
    We paid $50 for her and only knew she needed a bath. Little did the owner tell us that she had heartworms.
    We took her to the vet and $1500 later and months of treatment …did the heartworms disappear. They were months of much wondering if this treatment was going to be a success. We fell in love with her from the moment we met her and so did our dog Pepper love her.
    We felt we saved her life because she would have died without the intensive treatment and it did not look like the owner was willing to take her to the vet.
    By the Grace of God she is with us today.

    Christine Rauth

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