While people with purebred pets often feel connected to their breed and excited to tell you about their Labrador, Dachshund or that they’re a proud Pitty-mom, I personally light up when I get to tell someone about my herd of rescues.
Whether it’s the grey kitten who had so little hair that he looked almost see-through sitting in the windowsill, the emaciated Labrador-cross I was convinced wouldn’t shed because of her short coat (she proved me spectacularly wrong once she was healthy and on the right diet), the foster-fail calico we rescued alongside her two three-week-old kittens from a group of vagrants being removed by law enforcement, or the most regal Husky-cross who lost a toe in an assault that left him abandoned and destitute. They all found their way into our hearts and, inevitably, into our home.
While we can appreciate purebred pets for their purpose, history and careful breeding, this issue is dedicated to the wonderful rescues who may never know their heritage but somehow find themselves exactly
