Hope and Pickle

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We found our home!

 

Name: Hope and Pickle
Age: Hope 18 months. Pickle just over a year.
Foster: Vienna Vet

Here is our story…

Hi, I’m Hope!
Please read mine and Pickles’s story. We are looking for that one amazing family that will be there for us through thick and thin. In the words of my original namesake, the great Bruno Mars, we want a family who will say: ‘When I see your face, There’s not a thing that I would change, ‘Cause you’re amazing, Just the way you are.’ And we are just that – AMAZING!
I was found in April 2013 on the day of Bruno Mars concert in Dubai trying to cross that ridiculously busy Al Wasl Road. I was only 5 weeks old. So, naturally, the first name I had had to be Bruno. Needless to say my tiny size and cute looks helped me get adopted in no time. So I went to live with a very nice American family. They got all these toys and a nice soft bed for me and I thought ‘Yeah I’m such a lucky girl; from rags to riches’ and then I don’t know what happened really because a few months later they returned me saying I was “aggressive”. Me? Aggressive? Crazy and playful like all kittens, definitely, but not aggressive. So that’s how I found myself living in a cage at the vet for the first time waiting for a foster home to become available or for someone to adopt me. A month later, a very nice lady called Janine offered me a foster home and that’s where I met my buddy Pickle.
Pickle was a tiny, lonely kitten just asking to be run over on the streets of Mirdif and that’s when this nice lady Janine rescued him and took him home and that’s where he met me!
So here we are: Hope & Pickle.
We met at our foster home and became best friends from the very first moment we set eyes on each other. We did everything together. Play, eat, sleep; we were always side by side and one day we went to an adoption day together and found our forever home together. A rescue story with a happy ending one might say….but wait! One day about a year later, our family decided they didn’t want us anymore as they were expecting a baby, so we got returned….and since then we have been sitting in a cage at the vets waiting and waiting and waiting.
It’s been a few months now and we keep watching the door hoping our real forever family will walk through it and take us home and love us. We miss being able to run around freely and have cuddles and playtime whenever we want. We are well cared for where we are, but are missing that special relationship that you only get when you know that you are loved for ever unconditionally. So can you help us get out of our cage? We haven’t been bad, just incredibly incredibly unlucky. Please help us turn our fortunes around. We don’t want you to catch a grenade for us, just love us!