Actually, I live in a house of rescues. Seriously.
The Dog:
Riley came to use from a rescue organization. He was born in a closet, where his mother was kept all the time. Someone got wind of this, and his mother and all the pups (on the day they were born) were snatched up and reared by a foster family. We got him at 10 months, because they could scarcely stand to part with the little guy, especially since he was sick when he was little, and had to have an IV. He nearly died, and they nursed him back to health.
The Cats:
KitKat came to use 9 years ago from one of Petsmart's adoptions. I don't know her story, as I was quite young at the time, and just excited beyond belief to finally have a cat.
Charlie was born feral outside my mother's work. They feed his mother up there, and, when he was three months old, we caught him and brought him home with us. We didn't manage to catch his littermate sister or his mother at the time, but we neutered him and reared him in our own house.
Tommy and Molly were born feral, with a littermate sister, to the same mother as Charlie, about 8 months later. We caught Molly first, and she came to live with us. Two weeks later, we caught Tommy.
Meanwhile, Charlie's littermate sister had a litter of her own, which gave us Cali and Willie. We caught Cali at the same time we caught Molly, and we caught Willie at the same time we caught Tommy. Willie was entirely untameable...he was extremely scared, and he would strike and urinate all over himself when we had to catch him. We neutered him and sent him back.
We also managed to catch Charlie's mother, sister, and the littermate sister of Tommy and Molly and spay them, then turned them back, as they cannot be domesticated at so late a date. But the rest of them live with us.
The Horses:
Casey, Ryssa, Shiloh, and Abby Rose all came to us from the BLM's Adopt-A-Mustang rescue program. Nikki also did, and, while they were all rescues, she was more of a rescue than the others, as, when we found her, she had just had a hernia surgery, she had strangles, and she was virtually dead. She had no meat on her, just skin and bone. The BLM and we all thought she would be dead within the week, but we adopted her, anyway, got her on medication, and fed her as much as she would eat. 7 months later, she's still a little skinny, but she's alive, and she loves us quite well for it.
Edit: Stupid spelling errors.