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It all began with our collie and boxer mixed dog named Beauty. Some years later the pet parakeets arrived, then, within a few years, a beautiful lost calico cat arrived which unknowingly to us was pregnant and a few weeks later delivered four kittens.

My first journey in rescue began when I was just kid bringing home strays to my parents' dismay. I realized the urgent, dire need for rescue when I began with trap and release program with the feral cat population in New Orleans.

Goose came into my life 4 years ago during my first period English class. I was living in a tiny village in rural South Africa teaching English at the time, and word had quickly gotten out that I was looking for a cat.

My name is Mat Glassman and I’m a veterinary surgeon that worked at Friendship Hospital for Animals in Washington, D.C. for 12 years.

When I turned 23, I adopted my first dog from a rural shelter in Louisiana.

My journey into rescue started when I was young. My brother and I wanted a dog, and my mom told us we were going to rescue. As a seven-year old, I didn’t really know what that meant.

I accidentally fell into the rescue/fostering world. I had grown up with dogs, three St. Bernards as a kid and my parents later had a yellow lab and currently have two yellow labs.

As is the case for so many in this passion-driven field, my love for all things animal and rescue began at a very early age; from caterpillars found outside to a box of abandoned kittens, I wanted to save them all.

“I said to foster a dog, not a cat!!!” A furious gchat message early Monday morning sent to me from my friend after showing him that I picked up my first foster cat from Lucky Dog Animal Rescue.