We’re finally catching up on some important updates, and one we absolutely did not want to overlook is the recap of our 8th Annual Golf Outing  — originally shared by Homeless to Home on October 25. With the busy fall season, Paws & Pumpkins, and the recovery period we talked about in our recent Whisker Weekly update, this wonderful event hasn’t yet received the spotlight it deserves. So even though we’re sharing this in mid-November, the gratitude is just as real — and the i

We have truly incredible news to share — and it couldn’t have come at a more important time for Homeless to Home. Very dear friends of the rescue have generously offered a $10,000 matching donation  for Giving Tuesday on December 2, 2025 . That means every dollar donated will be matched dollar-for-dollar , up to $10,000. This offer comes at a moment when we need it most. Surrenders this year have more than doubled , bringing in animals who need extensive medical care, emergen

We may be a little late getting this update out, but trust us — the excitement hasn’t worn off one bit. Our Paws & Pumpkins Festival  was one of the most lively, joyful, and successful events we’ve ever hosted at The Woods Park & Pavilion, and we’re still riding the high from that night. From the moment the gates opened, the energy was electric! We sold more raffle tickets than at any event in our history , and because of that support, we raised a truly meaningful amount for

We made some changes to The Whisker Weekly, and we hope you love them as much as we do!

At The Woods Park & Pavilion, the changing leaves don’t just signal the end of summer — they mark a beginning.   This October, we’re writing a brand-new chapter in our story: our first-ever Paws & Pumpkins Festival, a fall celebration that’s about more than games, costumes, or candy. It’s about community. It’s about hope. And it’s about the lives that depend on both.   For many years now, others have rented The Woods to host seasonal events — but this year, it’s our turn to b

The grass is cool beneath my paws. I stretch in sunlight that never fades, hear voices I’ve missed carried on a breeze that always smells of home. I know one day those voices will call my name again, and when they do, I’ll run. Until then, I wait — with joy, with patience, with love.   That’s how the Rainbow Bridge has always been described: a place where our animals wait for us, tails wagging and purrs humming, until we can meet again. It’s a vision that softens the ache of