Stories with a happy ending.

[Aces]

On Christmas Eve, a little stray cat, almost a kitten about six months old, came in through our cat flap, it was starving and ate our cats food. We felt really sorry for this lovely little cat, it was black with four white paws and would sit on our laps and purr as we stroked it. Anyway because our cat went in to some catatonic depression, we had no option than to try and rehome it, after sending flyers around where we live and putting it on the internets Lost Cat site and taking it to the vets to see if it was chipped, with no success, clearly the owners weren't bothered about it. We then decided to offer it up for adoption and almost immediately a lovely couple with a 5 year old daughter, asked if they could have it. They came tonight and took the little blighter and you could see they were real cat people. We are really sad to see it go, the wife was crying, but we know we have done the right thing and it will be well looked after. I know this is only a small warming the cockles of your heart story, but I just thought it would be nice to start a thread title .... Stories with a happy ending, or ...... Just a nice story experienced by anyone else.

[cheffy007]

Swansea turned up at Old Trafford on Sunday afternoon............

[Aces]

Swansea turned up at Old Trafford on Sunday afternoon............

And Spurs, West Brom, Newcastle, Everton, Sevilla, etc, etc.

[Sheepy]

Fair play to you Aces for looking after him and then finding him a new home. Its a shame there are not more people like yourself and your family.

Me and Mrs Sheepy are 'cat people', at the moment we have 2 cats, we did have 4 once upon a time but unfortunately we are now down to 2. We have just lost our eldest cat Bertie who died on January 2nd, he was 19 and only a few months away from being 20. I'd had him since 1996 so its been pretty hard losing him.

I really don't get people who don't like animals but I guess it would be boring if everyone was the same.

I'm glad you found a home for your temporary lodger, he'll have a cracking life and get spoilt rotten no doubt!

[Aces]

Cheers Sheepy, we are cat lovers as well and we would have kept this lovely little cat, but our cat was in a right state and we couldn't keep it. We feel good that we have found it a nice family to live with.

[BigLeedsFan72]

On Christmas Eve, a little stray cat, almost a kitten about six months old, came in through our cat flap, it was starving and ate our cats food. We felt really sorry for this lovely little cat, it was black with four white paws and would sit on our laps and purr as we stroked it. Anyway because our cat went in to some catatonic depression, we had no option than to try and rehome it, after sending flyers around where we live and putting it on the internets Lost Cat site and taking it to the vets to see if it was chipped, with no success, clearly the owners weren't bothered about it. We then decided to offer it up for adoption and almost immediately a lovely couple with a 5 year old daughter, asked if they could have it. They came tonight and took the little blighter and you could see they were real cat people. We are really sad to see it go, the wife was crying, but we know we have done the right thing and it will be well looked after. I know this is only a small warming the cockles of your heart story, but I just thought it would be nice to start a thread title .... Stories with a happy ending, or ...... Just a nice story experienced by anyone else.

Nice story. We had something similar happen to us but with a staffy instead. Couldn't find an owner ourselves but the RSPCA found a home for him. Junkies done a runner who liven in the next town from us 5km away and we found him starving running across the main road in our village. Very good natured wee mutt and ate us out of house and home for a few days


For aces:

[Mr Russell]

Well done Aces

I'm a huge Cat person so to hear your happy ending story has cheered me up!!!!

[Deleted User 728]

My sister's a teacher in Jo'burg, and she posted this on Facebook today:

As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around.." His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class." By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper That he got from a grocery bag Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume.. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets.." A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling* her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer.... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD. The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for* believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference." Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you." (For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist Hospital in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.) Warm someone's heart today. . . pass this along. I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read it. Just try to make a difference in someone's life today? tomorrow? Just "do it". Random acts of kindness, I think they call it? "Believe in Angels, then return the favor." Share and keep this message spreading!

[Aces]

Well done Aces

I'm a huge Cat person so to hear your happy ending story has cheered me up!!!!

Cheers mate, this should make you feel better, the cats new owners have texted us and said they love it and last night it followed them upstairs and slept on the bed with them. Seems happy and settled already.

[Aces]

My sister's a teacher in Jo'burg, and she posted this on Facebook today:

As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around.." His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class." By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper That he got from a grocery bag Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume.. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets.." A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling* her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer.... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD. The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for* believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference." Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you." (For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist Hospital in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.) Warm someone's heart today. . . pass this along. I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read it. Just try to make a difference in someone's life today? tomorrow? Just "do it". Random acts of kindness, I think they call it? "Believe in Angels, then return the favor." Share and keep this message spreading!

Bleeding Nora Rigger, I started filling up reading that, it was brilliant, cheers mate.