tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54818888231385559682024-03-15T20:10:14.158-05:00Veterinary RescuerSomeone once said to me, “There are veterinarians who help some animal rescues. You are not one of those vets. You are an animal rescuer who just happens to be a veterinarian.“
I believe every animal has a story. I am fortunate enough to be able to share some of them.Immydoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15806916866752984517noreply@blogger.comBlogger177125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481888823138555968.post-69975936618730323352015-04-03T09:43:00.001-05:002015-04-03T09:43:11.202-05:00Existential Crisis? Compassion Fatigue? Complicated Grief?Existential crisis. Compassion fatigue. Complicated grief. <br />
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When my Mother passed away, I was devastated. Who was I going to call when I did something exciting? Who was I going to call when I was upset? Who was going to say they were proud of me? Who would worry about me when I was sick? Who would tell me to be careful when I went to do something adventurous like rock climbing or scuba diving? Who was I going to make proud?<br />
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I would see a two year old giggling with her mom in a store and think, "Someday that little girl is going to feel the pain I feel now after losing my Mom." I could not see the happy years between the girl of two years old and the girl who lost her mother. <br />
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I agreed to move to Iowa...from Rhode Island. There were too many things back home that would remind me of my Mom anyway, so perhaps I was meant to move on. perhaps this was where I was meant to go?<br />
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I opened a small animal clinic in a small town. My intention was to build a small animal hospital that would eventually make a profit. What I found was that our entire county lacked any humane animal facility for homeless strays or owner relinquished pets. AHA! A new life purpose? Something that was meant to be? Fate? Destiny? Is this where I was meant to go, my life's challenge? Was my Mother looking down and smiling?<br />
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I ran my for profit clinic as an animal shelter and low cost spay neuter clinic for twelve years, without collecting a paycheck for myself. Twelve years. I payed my staff, sadly I had to pay them poorly, but they seemed to be as dedicated as I was to making a change to benefit the animals that needed our help. I assisted rescues and shelters with animals in need. Let's just say that I have an inability to say no, even when I should. <br />
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I participated in a hoarding "rescue" after my assistance was requested. I was denied the ability to save the number of animals for which I had rescue commitment. Most were euthanized as "unsaveable". I was horrified that as a group, our rescues could have helped more cats and kittens than we were allowed. I was horrified that euthanasia was preferred to entrusting them to a colleague with the same degree who was willing to at least try to save them, and pass them on to licensed shelters and rescues that were already holding spots for them. I was horrified.<br />
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I participated in another hoarding rescue. I enlisted the help of another and together we had a state approved temporary shelter in place, I enlisted the help of Animal Protection and Education to get fifty cats spayed and neutered, vaccinated, tested for leukemia and FIV, microchipped, and treated for fleas and worms within one week of their removal from the house. My partner in this rescue managed to get the funds to have this effort completely paid in full. We received donations of food and litter, cleaning supplies, The cats were ready for adoption! Success!<br />
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We asked rescues and shelters for help taking in some of the cats, and several of them did and for those rescues we are eternally grateful. But several others did nothing but criticize our efforts, and refused to take in any cats. They called me at my home and told me I did it all wrong. We had fifty cats breathing clean air, eating healthy food, in a safe place, COMPLETELY vetted, and ready for adoption or rescue transfer... but we did it ALL wrong. These were the same people who sympathized with me over the previous hoarding situation. The same people who said those cats should not have been euthanized were now refusing to help us relocate these cats because we did it wrong in their opinion. I thought they would help these cats and we could prove as a dispersed team made up of individual rescues and rescuers that these situations don't require the death sentence. What a statement that would have made!<br />
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I have watched for years as people bring me stray cats or kittens found in their yard or relinquish their own pets, for me to rescue, vet, and rehome. Those same people continued to go to another local vet with their pets, but when they needed help, their vet was not willing. I have dedicated years to helping a community, to helping animals, to helping people, to helping rescues, believing I was doing the right thing. I was led by my heart.<br />
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The bad thing about being led by your heart is that it leaves your heart extremely vulnerable.<br />
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Years of financial struggling and lack of support from the layperson was hard enough. Being taunted by other rescuers, rejected by former employees and friends, makes the surmountable become insurmountable.<br />
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Allowing my heart to lead my way was my legacy for my children. Do what your heart loves, not what lines your pockets. Now I fear that I believe that being led by your heart is naive and doomed to fail. <br />
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I want nothing more than to talk to my Mother, who would probably say "Why do you care what other people think?". But when those who think against you, or worse, those who neglect to think about you are stacked so HIGH, it becomes overwhelmingly hurtful.<br />
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I have lived my life trying to make a difference, and while I didn't do it for recognition or gratitude, my brain is telling my heart to STOP!<br />
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I posted this image on my facebook page...<br />
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It is a Google Earth satellite image of my clinic and the small park we built and dubbed "Pooch Park" with the landscaped paw print made of brick and stones. <br />
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As long as this paw print is there, I will think of it as my reminder of the mark I wanted to make on this world. It is my symbol of hope and love for those who need to feel hopeful or to feel loved, both animal and human. It is my symbol of hope, hope that I will not give up and a symbol to remind me that there are those who love me, and perhaps it is time to focus on them.<br />
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<br />Immydoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15806916866752984517noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481888823138555968.post-74458789952453125682015-03-05T07:52:00.002-06:002015-03-05T21:41:12.655-06:00Dear Former Adopter...Dear Former Adopter,<br />
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I wanted to share a brief update sent to our rescue group by Fluffy's adopted family after you returned her with only a few short days in your home:<br />
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"Fluffy is doing great! The whole family loves her. This is a picture of her giving my granddaughter kisses. She gets along with our other dog just fine and the cat tolerates her, Fluffy wants to play and she doesn't. I am so happy I found her."<br />
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While I am grateful that you wanted to incorporate a rescue dog into your home, and grateful that when it did not work out with this particular dog you returned her to us rather than take her to a local shelter or rescue, I feel your reference to her as being "vicious" is unwarranted. <br />
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I apologize for the delay in sending your "refund" check. On the adoption contract you signed at the time of adoption, you agreed that your adoption fee is considered a donation to assist in the rescue of other animals in need and aid with the expenses of the homeless animals currently in our care. You did not "buy" a dog that day. You made a donation to a non-profit organization that saves animals lives in a county where there is NO OTHER animal welfare organization. Your donation saves animals lives. It provides them with their necessary medical care, and provides them with food and shelter until their forever family is fortunate enough to find them and provide for them a loving home for the rest of their lives.<br />
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I will bet it is safe to say that you have never argued so vehemently with any other non profit organization to get your donation back. I cannot imagine anyone arguing so aggressively with the Red Cross or American Heart Association or even the HSUS or ASPCA. Unlike these groups, we get no governmental funds, no large scale donors, no large grants. We rely on a small group of dedicated employees, and a small number of volunteers and donors that I can probably count on one hand. We exist in a town of only 1200 residents. We are a small town group trying to make a difference and lend a hand to animals and people with no other humane options. <br />
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I am not naïve enough to expect every adoption to go perfectly, and I know that not every animal will fit into every home. But when you commit to a rescue pet, and sign a contract, you are committing to a rescue pet and signing a contract. You should be proud to have made a donation as it is a thank you for our efforts. Some days any form of thank you is few or far between. Your commitment to rescuing a pet means that even if one is not quite right for your family, that you will consider another rescued pet and save the life of the animal that is meant to be with your family despite your struggle to find him/her. There is always trial and error in life. You likely did not marry the first person you dated. Imagine a world where if a first date did not go well you could get a refund from the restaurant and movie theater for the epic fail. There is no guarantee of success when you go in for a medical procedure, but everyone hopes for the best possible result. If the procedure fails or needs to be repeated, the hospital does not issue a refund for the first attempt, and certainly does not perform the second procedure for free.<br />
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We no longer take in dogs for adoption. We will assist animals into other rescues, but Fluffy was one of the last. Paying clinic staff to care for homeless rescue dogs over weekends and holidays has become too much. Operating in such a small town has many benefits, but funds are tight, volunteers are cherished but few, and donors are dedicated but limited.<br />
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Enjoy your "refund" I understand you needed it to place a deposit on a new puppy. I sincerely hope things go well with your family and that puppy. If by any chance it does not, I worry.<br />
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I worry that if that puppy came from another rescue/shelter that you are going to place the same demands on them regarding your adoption fee should that dog not be the right one for your family. <br />
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I worry that if you went to a pet store or breeder for this puppy, that you may be dealing with a commercial breeder or puppy mill. Iowa is second only to Missouri in the number of large commercial dog breeders, also referred to as puppy mills. I hope you researched any breeder from whom you considered purchasing any puppy. These facilities routinely do not offer "refund" checks. They usually require returning your "faulty" puppy for a replacement puppy. Should this happen, I hope you won't spend too much time wondering where <a href="http://vetrescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/addies-story.html" target="_blank">your first puppy</a> went after it was returned. <a href="https://www.google.com/#q=iowa+puppy+mills" target="_blank"> Google Iowa Puppy Mills</a> and read all about them. You can help Iowa Puppy Mill dogs by joining in the fight against them with the <a href="http://www.iafriends.org/" target="_blank">Iowa Friends of Companion Animals</a>. Read more about puppy mills at <a href="https://peopleforanimals2011.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Bailing Out Benji</a>. Visit either website for more information.<br />
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If you have researched your breeder well, and they are a small scale, reputable breeder who raises their puppies as part of their family, you will sign a contract with them as well. They will often take their puppies back to rehome, but again, "refund" checks would be rare as this is a for profit business endeavor. <br />
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I wish you luck with your new family member. I hope she/he is everything you expect and more... for her/his sake.<br />
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<br />Immydoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15806916866752984517noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481888823138555968.post-4788769682407089672013-06-26T02:14:00.001-05:002013-06-26T02:37:06.978-05:00"I couldn't do what you do."... Then do something more!"I couldn't do what you do."<br />
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I hate hearing that statement. I think we all do.<br />
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It is usually stated by an animal lover, when they learn about or discuss our animal rescue work. It is usually followed by "I would take them all home." <br />
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The statement is said with good intentions and likely meant to be complimentary and caring. But it is a burr in my side when I hear it. That statement is not a "get out of jail free" card. It does not justify a person's inaction. <br />
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I usually remain quiet about it. I listen as they tell me that their spouse would divorce them if they took in one more animal, or that they would get kicked out of their house, or that they would need an acreage to maintain all the animals they would have, if they could have...<br />
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Again, it is said with good intentions but taking a homeless animal into your home temporarily or permanently is not the ONLY thing you can do to help us "do what we do". As a matter of fact, there are things that almost any shelter or rescue is in need of your help in doing, and it does not mandate you taking another animal into your home OR you writing a big check! (Although we would be most grateful if you did either!)<br />
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Every shelter has a wish list. A wish list is a compilation of things that a specific shelter needs in order to continue to thrive. Sometimes the item is something they do not have and would like to have in order to benefit the shelter. But most wish lists include items that shelter uses frequently and could use your help in stocking up on those items. These items often include cleansers, bleach, pet food, paper towels, litter, printer paper. If you have a shelter in mind, check with them as some items might have a specific preference. For example, maybe they prefer a specific brand of food that the animals are used to eating, or a type of litter that works best in their environment. These items may mean you spend only $5 extra on your weekly shopping trip, but that $5 means so much more when you walk in the door of the shelter carrying goodies for our furry friends.<br />
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In a previous blog, I gave many unique suggestions of ideas, some of which include fundraising parties, hitting yard sales, crafting ideas, photographing a shelter's pet, sharing links to the shelter's pets on social media websites such as <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Veterinary-Rescuer-Blog/133173784037?fref=ts" target="_blank">facebook </a>and<a href="https://twitter.com/Immydog" target="_blank"> twitter</a>, and many more ways you can help your shelter without spending a lot of money. Please read <a href="http://vetrescue.blogspot.com/2011/02/help-your-local-animal-shelter-while-on.html" target="_blank">"Help your local animal shelter while on a budget"</a> for some amazing low-cost and cost-free ideas. Some of the ideas listed are very creative, fun, and shockingly easy! <a href="http://vetrescue.blogspot.com/2011/02/help-your-local-animal-shelter-while-on.html">http://vetrescue.blogspot.com/2011/02/help-your-local-animal-shelter-while-on.html</a><br />
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The point is, you do not have to "do what I do" in order to be an important part of animal rescue. But if you care about animals, remaining inactive is hurting those animals you claim you "wish" you could help. <br />
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Step up! Do what YOU can! I know you can do something. I know you can inspire friends to do something, too. But you cannot sit idle any more, because you become part of the problem rather than part of the solution. <br />
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Next time I see you, I want you to say, "I couldn't do what you do, but you have inspired me to do something more!" And what you are doing, is likely something that "I couldn't do".<br />
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I think I, too, will do something more. My response when I hear, "I couldn't do what you do", will now be "then what can you do?". Perhaps that small statement will lead to an enlightening conversation resulting in the christening of a new animal rescue volunteer. And that small statement won't cost me a dime, but the change could be priceless.<br />
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<br />Immydoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15806916866752984517noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481888823138555968.post-17134744802566463572012-09-23T16:50:00.000-05:002012-09-23T18:32:44.394-05:00A Toast to Foster Homes...Foster homes. They are a crucial part of animal rescue. They take in a homeless animal and house it until a forever home and family is found for that animal. Fostering an animal opens a cage at a shelter and helps to save a life. Foster families are extremely difficult to come by as few people believe they can handle housing an animal for an undetermined length of time, then watch it leave their home to go to another. When we don't have enough fosters, sometimes our staff and volunteers that usually function in a different capacity, step up to foster.<br />
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A few years back, I fostered a dog, Emmie. She was a Border Collie mix that came from a hoarder in another county.<br />
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I was hoping she would fit into my family on a permanent basis, but my son was young and she did not blend with an aggressive two year old very well. She continued as our foster but I knew that a new home was still the best thing for her. I fell deeply in love with her as she had the appearance AND the personality of my first dog, <a href="http://vetrescue.blogspot.com/2010/01/special-one.html" target="_blank">Immy, the Special One.</a> <br />
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Immy was that one dogin your life who gives you that feeling deep in your heart that you know you will likely never find again, that one dog that loves you in a way that seems human and nurturing. I think to her dying day, she believed she was my caregiver rather than vice versa. But the timing was wrong, so a new home was in the cards for her and the hand off would be difficult for me once this new home, the right home, reared its head.<br />
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My Adoption Coordinator at the time, Jill, had warned me that she was processing an adoption application for Emmie and this one seemed to be a great fit. She had discussed previous applications with me, and oddly, I was able to find reason to hesitate on adopting Emmie to other applicants, as I just felt they were never quite the right fit for her. Because I was her foster mom, I knew what her specific needs were, and was being quite picky about satisfying them. But Jill said this application glowed. The woman was perfect on paper, and her personal and veterinary references were outstanding. I had to come to grips with the fact that this woman might be "The One" for Emmie. But I was still hesitant to let her go. I dreaded the thought of watching her walk out the door for the last time. The thought of letting Emmie go, made me feel as though I was losing Immy all over again...and it was heartbreaking.<br />
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Sometimes in rescue, it is the strangest thing that makes you realize that things are right. Sometimes it is not a question on an application, or the kind words of a personal reference, or even a qualitative review of previous veterinary records that let us know that a person is the one for our adoptable pet. This was one of those times. <br />
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Jill walked into the surgery room one day while I was spaying a cat. She announced that she had a question for me and she wore an emotional yet knowing look on her face. <br />
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"Oh boy. What is it?" I responded, hesitant to hear the question.<br />
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Jill replied, "I was doing the phone interview with the woman who is interested in Emmie". My heart sank a little with these words. "Everything went well as far as our questions for her. When we were finished, she said she had a question for us."<br />
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Generally speaking, most of the applicant's questions are answered during the adoption process. These questions usually include, "Does she bark alot? Is she housebroken? What does he eat? Does he like dogs, cats or kids?" So why Jill was standing before me with a tear in her eye, and a smirk on her face befuddled me. What question needed to be addressed to me, and why this odd reaction?<br />
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Jill looked at me a moment longer. When she did speak, the words were,<br />
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"Does she like toast?"<br />
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I stared at her and numbly said, "What?"<br />
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"She wants to know if Emmie likes toast. She has toast every morning and is hoping that Emmie will sit with her and share it with her."<br />
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We both laughed and almost cried. This question sold me on this woman as being "The One" for Emmie. I looked down at the dog that was laying by my feet as I did surgery, knowing that my days with her were now numbered.<br />
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This question told me several things about Emmie's potential adopter. It told me that she was looking for a pet with whom she could share her life. It told me that she was not just looking for a pet, but was looking for a furry companion to share even the smallest of moments. It also told me that she did not want just any dog, but was looking for the right one, The One that would appreciate those small moments. This question told me that Emmie would have all the mental stimulation, physical stimulation, and emotional connection that I knew, as her foster mom, that she needed. This question eased my sorrow about watching Emmie go to a new home because now I knew this was going to be a great match.<br />
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Every once in a while, I will smile as the words run through my brain, "Does she like toast". <br />
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The phone rang at the animal clinic. The voice on the other end of the line was immediately recognized as one of our favorite clients. His voice had an element of concern, that told us something was troubling him.<br />
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"I found this kitten. Someone left it on my porch in a box. Obviously the person who left it is someone who knows me well enough to know I love cats."<br />
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He continued, "I was hoping you could take a look at it. There is something really wrong with it. It's head looks like it was hurt, and I think he is blind." The concern in his voice changed to worry. <br />
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"Bring him over, we will take a look." He thanked me with a sincerity that few people have when they speak these words, and I suspect he was half way in his car before the phone disconnected the call.<br />
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I told the staff another kitten was coming in to see us, and would likely stay with us. I was unsure whether this kitten would become an adoptable pet through us, or go home with the client. While this client and his wife have hearts of gold for their cats, they also have what many would consider a full house. As their veterinarian, I was confident that if they did add another feline to their furry family, that it would be well cared for. I also knew from conversations held previously, that they had no intentions of adding any more cats to their kitty crew.<br />
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Again, in preparation for what I was about to be confronted with, my mind started projecting possibilities of what might be going on with this kitten. I did this with emergencies too, in an effort to prepare myself for what I was going to see, and plan my action and reaction. Perhaps this kitty was suffering from a severe Upper Respiratory Tract Infection (URTI). When kittens get these bad colds, their eyes often glue up and seal closed temporarily. It is possible the kitten suffered a trauma of some sort. I did not wish to think too long and hard about what I might see if that was the case, but the fact that the client wasn't overly distressed told me it was likely nothing too gory.<br />
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The bells chimed on the clinic door as it opened, and in walked the client with this tiny kitten. The kitten was all black, just like Tres, although his fur coat was shorter. He was also a male. He was quite comfortable being held and carried into the office. He did not struggle like a feral cat might if not used to human hands. As I picked up the kitten, I noticed several things right away.<br />
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The kitten's eyes were non-existent. The sockets were small, and shrunken in. This kitten was completely blind. The kitten's skull was horribly misshapen, like a partially deflated basketball. The jawline was off center. His lower teeth stuck out like an upside down vampire and when you held his jaw shut, the teeth did not line up properly. None of these injuries/malformations seemed fresh. The kitten had survived whatever the nature of the trauma, and despite the obvious changes in his physical appearance and function, he was thriving.<br />
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Tres, the kitten that was dealing with the recent leg injury, was less social than this tiny blind kitten whose personality leaped from his precious body. This new kitten was affectionate, friendly, playful, and full of mischeif. <br />
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All we needed to do for this boy was name him and vet him like he was a normal healthy kitten, because despite his handicaps (if you can call them that) he was a normal healthy kitten. Despite his vision impairment, and his malaligned jaw, he required no special treatment. <br />
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I suspect the changes occurred to his small body after a trauma that occured when he was a tiny kitten. His mother's nurturing helped him survive. While it is also possible that he was born this way, it is an odd collection of physical changes to exist together since birth. <br />
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We named our new resident "Smooshie", and quickly decided it would be good for Smooshie and Tres to become roomates. They were young and any socialization at this age is beneficial for their development. Fortunately, both kittens tested negative for viral testing of Feline Leukemia and FIV Virus. <br />
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Tres got a bigger apartment, and Smooshie moved in. There was a significant amount of hissing and spitting initially, but the two babies soon learned to like each other. Smooshie helped Tres realize that this was not a bad place to be. Tres came out of his shell and learned to trust us by following Smooshie's social graces. Before we new it, Tres was playing with toys, and running on three legs to greet us when we placed fresh canned food in their kennel.<br />
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Tres was adopted just a few weeks after his surgery. Smooshie is in a foster home, still awaiting a permanent family to love him. He uses the litter box like a champion, and finds his food and water bowls just fine, despite his vision impairment.<br />
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Our only regret is that we did not try to place the two kittens in the same home. This idea occured to us after Tres was adopted. But Smooshie, in his Smooshie-way, adjusted just fine to life without Tres, and is living with caring humans and canines in his foster home until his forever family steps forward. <br />
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I am certain that Smooshie was cared for by humans who raised him and realized that they could not keep him. He is extremely comfortable around humans, and a cat not used to human interaction would not behave in this hearwarming manner. Wanting him to be safely placed in a home, and realizing that he had special needs, these people decided it would be best to abandon him in a box someplace they believed would provide him with safety. I am grateful this plan happened to work out for Smooshie, but abandoning an animal, even with the best of intentions is an inhumane action. Bringing him safely to a shelter or rescue group who agreed to care for him, and donating towards his care would have been a wise decision. With shelters and rescue groups overwhelmed with the number of animals in their care, this may not have been an easy option, but perseverence, dedication, and responsibility would have paid off for Smooshie. Thanks to our client's sense of responsibility, Smooshie is alive, happy and healthy.<br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[108].[1][2][1]{comment10151140663609920_10151140678044920}..[1]..[1]..[0].[2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[108].[1][2][1]{comment10151140663609920_10151140678044920}..[1]..[1]..[0].[2]."><span id=".reactRoot[108].[1][2][1]{comment10151140663609920_10151140678044920}..[1]..[1]..[0].[2]..[0]">One of the things I love about animals is that they do not know the word handicapped, they just adapt. And they don't tease each other about their "adaptation". Honorable really.</span></span></span><br />
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We sedated the little kitten, and upon cleansing the wound removed hundreds of fly larvae and pupae that were eating away at his flesh. The arm had been snagged by something, perhaps a larger animal or the teeth of an animal trap, and severed it at the level of mid humerus. This kitten's luck is tremendously good. He could have been consumed by the creature that caused this injury or hemorrhaged to death as a result of it. Yet here he sat, with an horrific injury, but one that was being treated. <br />
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Surgical removal would have to take place at the shoulder joint, removing the remainder of the humerus and with it remove much of the infected bone and flesh. A line of stitches remained, holding together paper thin skin that looked healthy and pink.<br />
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He recovered from the anesthesia slowly due to his size and his malnourished state. Once awake, he came home with me and began eating right away. He would lay down next to his dish, and nibble the hard kibble which he seemed to enjoy more than the canned food, although adding kitten milk to the canned food made it just fine for him. My 8 year old daughter chose one of her ragdolls, and placed it in the cage so he would not be lonely throughout the night. We called his kennel his new apartment, and the staff named him Tres (pronounced Trace), Spanish for Three.<br />
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He slowly adjusted to getting around with three legs. His personality was timid at first, but soon a kitten emerged, playful and friendly. <br />
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Little did he know he was about to get a new roommate... <br />
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A phone call came into our office about a kitten with a missing leg, would we take a look at it. It came from a family that helps us with our TNR (Trap Neuter Release) program in town, so I knew this kitten was a "stray" and that if an issue was present, it would be at our expense since the program barely covers spay/neuter costs at $25 per cat. Through the door comes a person with a carrier. A foul odor is emanating from the pet carrier in which the cutest 5-6 week old, long haired black kitten resides. The carrier seems inappropriately large for such a tiny resident, and the kitten is obviously scared by the jostling of the kennel and the noises to which it is unaccustomed.<br />
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We open the cage door and the kitten, tiny enough to be held in one hand, is so skinny. One leg is missing. When the phone call came in, I was unsure whether the arm was a congenital defect that was present at birth, a wound that occurred after birth and was old but healed, or whether it was a fresh wound. <br />
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As I handled this kitten, I could feel the heat and moisture in my hand that was coming from the wound hidden beneath the incredibly long fur with which this kitten was blessed.<br />
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<em>The kitten in his new "apartment" with the doll my daughter gave him for company.</em></div>
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Being so young, and so skinny, sedation was going to be risky, but had to be done. Beneath the fur was a wound. The front left leg of this tiny kitten, had been ripped off from half way down the humerus. All that remained of this kitten's arm was a rotting stump of the remainder of the humerus bone and its overlying skin. The arm's muscles had all been stripped away. This baby was lucky it did not bleed to death at the time of injury.<br />
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The wound was old. There was no fresh blood, no fresh bleeding. The flesh was black, putrid, and the maggots were in their larval stage indicating the wound was at least 5 days old, or older.<br />
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<br />Immydoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15806916866752984517noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481888823138555968.post-16597620683143674242012-01-18T08:53:00.003-06:002012-01-18T09:08:26.949-06:00I Cannot Do It All...In animal rescue, we discover a lot about ourselves. But we also discover a lot about the world, much of which, we dislike and learn to resent. <br />
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We realize that the rights of animals are low on the list of priorities for those people who possess the ability to protect them, such as police, lawyers and prosecutors, politicians, owners. Many laws that are meant to protect animals, are shoved onto the back burner and other "more important" ones are pushed ahead. In some ways, I understand this, as we all make decisions and prioritize things in our lives. But animal care requirements are still in the dark ages. For instance, the laws of Texas, and I believe they are the first to make such a change, no longer consider dogs personal property with no intrinsic value. <a href="http://www.myfourdogs.com/2011/11/texas-courts-increase-dogs-value-under-the-law/">"Dogs have finally moved up in legal standing from just “personal property” with no additional value, to personal property with recognized intrinsic or sentimental value. It took 120 years, but the law finally figured out that people value their dogs more than your average inanimate household item. Dogs now are in the same category as irreplaceable family pictures, heirlooms, and other personal property with sentimental value."</a> Dogs are still considered objects, with no credit given to their ability to have feelings or feel pain, but this legal precedent at least recognizes the fact that we have feelings for them, at least as much as that photograph of Grandma holding the new baby of the family... Our question, "why is it taking so long to progress?"<br />
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We realize that some people just don't care about animals, as impossible as that may sound to us. How they can look into the eyes of an animal and not see their soul, not see that they can love, and feel pain... It is unfathomable to me and many, but it is the truth. These people can go about their day, and not bother themselves with reading my blog or visiting my office. I like to think they are dedicated to correcting other injustices in the world, as there are many out there.<br />
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We also realize that there are millions of people who do care about animals, treat them as family, yet do nothing about the injustice that is served upon them. "I could never do what you do" is my LEAST favorite quotation from fellow animal lovers, yet I hear it so often. This is a big source of frustration, and I have addressed it many times in my blog. Here is one of them:<a href="http://vetrescue.blogspot.com/2011/02/help-your-local-animal-shelter-while-on.html"> "Help Your Local Animal Shelter While On a Budget"</a><br />
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But the biggest thing we face is burnout. We submit ourselves every day to seeing things that hurt us. Animals abandoned, animals hurt, animals being treated like trash. We hear owners say the most repulsive things about why they need to "get rid of" this pet. We get yelled at when we have no room to take in an unwanted pet, or stray. They yell even louder when we request financial help with the intake of that unwanted pet. We are always expected to do it all for free and with a smile on our face. We watch as those we try to protect, get no protection from those who have the ability to make the necessary changes. We cry happy tears at adoptions and sad tears at our losses. We get tired, hurt, exhausted. <br />
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Until one day we struggle. We struggle to the point of needing a break, yet rarely do we take one, because if we do, who will fill in where we are needed?<br />
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I struggled as the death of my cousin was treated as insignificant. In the same state where a young man is facing felony charges for beating a squirrel with a hockey stick, my cousin's death is left unpunished, with no answers, and no punishment for inadequate investigation. I wondered why I fight for animals when there are so many injustices for people as well.<br />
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I struggled when a friend felt comfortable enough with me to reveal her past abuse, the likes of which have made me again question why I am helping animals when people also suffer. I am so grateful for her honesty and trust, and would not want her to take those words back. The point is that it opened my eyes to yet another injustice I have heard about, but I have never been a witness to until now, and it rocked me at the core. I recognize now that while I cannot change the past, I can be there for her when she needs me. I hope I am a strong enough person to do so.<br />
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So, why am I helping animals when at times the injustice of people creates so much pain in me that I could run in circles for days trying to outrun the tears?<br />
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I think I now know why. It is where my confidence lies. It is where my background is concentrated. I cannot fix everything. I cannot change the world. But if I can inspire one person, then I have made a difference. Perhaps I have made that difference and inspired one person, but now I need to inspire person number two!<br />
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I have to leave the other missions to those who can prioritize them into their lives, and hope they step up to make the necessary changes. I cannot bring my cousin back. I cannot change the past of those I love. But I can and will be there for those I love when they need me, or at least I will try my best to do so. I am human, after all.<br />
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I realize I have to focus on the fact that my training makes animal care my specialty. If my life had led me down a different path, I do believe the intensity of my passion would be focused on whatever endeavor I took on. But in this lifetime, this is where I can make the biggest difference. Even when the difference I am making seems futile, and too small in the grand scheme of things.<br />
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When someone asks, "Why do you help animals when children/environment/elderly/poor suffer?", I have to say because this is who I am. This is what I know. This is what I have chosen. Or perhaps this is what has chosen me. If I could do it all, I would... (perhaps I should buy a lottery ticket so I can do it all? :) But I can't do it all. And if you are asking that question of me, you better be doing your share in whatever mission inspires you.<br />
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I guess I am saying something to all of you that have followed my blog, and noticed my absence. I am saying...<br />
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Of course the topic turned to puppy mills. One of the topics discussed was the fact that licensed commercial breeders are required to have a veterinarian to "sign on" as the veterinarian for that breeder.<br />
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One veterinarian asked a question. " If we sign on as the veterinarian for a facility, does that make us legally responsible for what happens in that facility." The answer from our speaker was a simple no. <br />
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It was not just the answer that disturbed me. It was the fact that the question was asked. If you sign on to a facility, you are not just signing a paper. You, as an animal care professional, are attesting to the fact that the care in that facility meets your own animal care standards, which hopefully are not limited to the legal requirements. Veterinarians deal on a daily basis with the progeny of the dogs bred within these facilities, and small animal veterinarians make the majority of their income caring for the dogs who are now part of a human family, but once were the offspring of those puppy mill dogs that reside in cages for their lifetime. If veterinarians agree to sign on the dotted line, should they not be obligated to attest to the care of the animals residing within these facilities? Are the legal standards ALL they should consider when (and if) they do tour these facilities and decide to sign on th dotted line? <br />
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My answer to the original question is a bit more complicated.<br />
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"No, sir, you are not legally responsible if their standards are not kept within legal requirements. However, you are ethically responsible to sign on ONLY IF you know for a fact that their facilities meet legal requirements and your own ethical and medical expectations of how the dogs (parents of the patients for which you care and from whom you make a living) should be kept for their lifetime."<br />
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We stop at Casey's to pick up a quick sandwich. Connor chooses a ham and cheese sub. When he unwraps the sandwich, he sees swiss cheese complete with holes. "Mom! It has real mouse cheese!" When I buy him swiss cheese from the store to impress him, he sees it in the fridge, and remarks, "Mom, we have real mouse cheese?!" I respond, "Yes". He looks at it, and finishes with, "That's gross."<br />
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A young girl who assists in Connor's classroom sees me at the grocery store. She says, "Connor is so cute! Today we watched a Garfield movie, but Garfield wasn't feeling well. So the Vet comes to see Garfield and feels his tummy. When he does, Garfield groans in discomfort. Connor says, "My Mommy would NEVER do that to a cat!"<br />
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We went to a chinese buffet. Connor insists on loading his own plate. I give him the plate and just follow him around. He sees what looks like long slender chicken legs and starts piling them on the plate. I look up because I had never noticed this item at this restaurant before, and start laughing when I see a sign that says, "Frog legs". Connor asks why I am laughing as he continues to pile them onto his plate. Laughing, I state, "Those are frog legs". He screams loudly, "EEEEEWWWW", tilts his plate back, as about a dozen legs slide quickly off the plate into the container from which they came.<br />
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Same chinese buffet, but years earlier. A tiny 3 or 4 year old Miranda and I are headed to the rest room to wash our hands. At the table in the back are two women speaking in what I can only assume is Chinese. Miranda stops dead in her tracks, flails her arms dramatically and pronounces, "Mommy, What ARE they talking about?"<br />
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Last night, 7 year old Miranda asked Daddy, "Is Santa Real?" Before Daddy can respond, Connor belts out, "Of course he's real! He's not a toy!"<br />
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Mario is an extremely personable kitten. He was found by one of our foster volunteers. She scooped him up and asked if we would take him into our adoption program. We immediately said yes, but found we needed to tend to an injured foot.<br />
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After examining him, we discovered that this was not a minor injury on his foot. It was a fracture. His rear foot was somehow broken and in need of stabilization. Fortunately for him, kittens grow quickly and as a result, the bones usually heal pretty well as long as they are relatively stable. Also fortunate is the fact that the weather quickly got cold after we took him in, and with his young age and his injury, I am certain he would not have survived the following weeks outside, unless there was a very attentive mother cat caring for him. No such mother was in the immediate vicinity when he was discovered.<br />
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He is healing very well. His leg is so tiny, I crafted a splint out of a tongue depressor, padded it with gauze, and wrapped it in tape. <br />
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For a local Christmas event, we brought Mario to meet and greet the public. He loved every minute of the attention he received! We decorated his splint to resemble a tiny candy cane. Had we done this sooner, we could have named him "Striper".<br />
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This leads me to one of the biggest struggles we have amongst the employees and myself at my clinic in regards to strays and owner surrenders. <br />
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Animal Shelters usually charge intake fees when they agree to take an animal into their group. The fees are often minimal. We set our relinquishing fee at $35 which we believe is reasonable considering we are helping to ensure the safety of the pet that the people are leaving behind and providing it with necessary housing and veterinary care for the duration of its stay. <br />
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The biggest VIOLATOR of this rule is ME. I guess it is a good thing I am the boss, but I may have to fire myself!<br />
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We do have those people who give above and beyond our "relinquishing fee" and I thank goodness we have them. But this blog is not about them.<br />
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Owners of the pets needing to come into our rehoming service sometimes claim to have no money, despite the fresh pack of cigarettes in their pocket and the car they left running in the parking lot that is burning gas as they spend time arguing with my staff. I want to believe these people are telling the truth. Times are hard for many right now, but I also know that in many situations, the animal is not considered a mandatory expense, especially in an emergency, despite the fact that our fee helps to ensure their pet's health and safety.<br />
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When it is a concerned citizen who found a stray or dumped animal, I am blissfully thankful to them for stopping to assist an animal in need. More often than you would think, the concerned citizen refuses to help us finance the care of the animal since they found it and it was not their animal. Sometimes these concerned citizens promise to come back later that day with the fee, but rarely do they actually make the trip back. I understand that if you found an animal, you may feel that the fee for the animal's care is not your "responsibility". But I have some news for you. When you pick up an animal in need, the responsibility for that animal immediately becomes yours. The next decision you make should ensure that animal's safety. Whether you keep the animal, rehome it, or bring it to a shelter or rescue group, you are now the responsible party. If you put the animal back into harms way, it is you who are responsible for what happens to that animal. But many people will argue that point. I fear that these sometimes heated discussions with our concerned citizens may deter them from helping the next animal in need. <br />
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A black and white rule is great for a staff to follow, but I have been in this world too long to believe that anything is black and white. The bottom line for most businesses is the bottom dollar. When I try to make finances a priority, not necessarily just for profit but to ensure that I can keep the clinic running and pay the staff to continue their efforts, I find myself being the one staring into the eyes of a dog or cat and telling the owner we cannot take the animal into our adoption program. As they walk out the door, I find myself wondering what is going to happen to the animal after they leave my clinic. I find myself wondering if that animal will be found abandoned in a field after wandering for three days. I find myself wondering if just one more animal in our care really would have hurt.<br />
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It is never easy to say no when someone asks for help with an animal. Saying no invokes a feeling of guilt and sorrow because animal rescuers really do want to help them all. If it is simply due to lack of room for the animal, I can only take those animals for whom I have room. When it comes to potentially having room, but having a person who is unwilling to assist us in our efforts, and follow our guidelines, it is extremely difficult emotionally to say no to that animal. The only one that will suffer as a result of a "rule" is the animal. Oddly, I am certain that if you were able to ask a dog for its last toy or kibble to assist its owner in need, the dog would give it without question.<br />
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I sometimes forget that I have expenses. These expenses need to be paid in order for us to continue our work. I have an eight year education, a building, and medical equipment to pay for, and a staff that deserves to make more money than they do currently. I will always find it difficult in both the rescue business and in the veterinary business to say no when an animal needs my assistance but the humans cannot or will not pay my fees. I guess that is why I do what I do with the low cost spay and neuter programs, and our rescue work. But I am sometimes haunted by the eyes of those I could not help. <br />
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When I look at Mario, I see a pair of eyes we could help. And I am thankful for those.<br />
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But "no", is never easy.<br />
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I walked back to the unusual scene to discover the human form was a woman, probably in her late 40's, early 50's. Unfortunately, I also discovered that the lump in the road was a not-quite-full-grown Golden Retriever. In my proximity, I could now see that the dog was still attached to its leash, and the leash was still held in hand by the dog's owner. In most situations, maintaining control of the dog by leash is safe. But this leash was a retractable leash.<br />
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The woman was just standing there. I have no idea how long she had been standing there. She was definitely in shock. She was unsure of what she should do. Cell phones were hardly common at this time (dating myself, I know). She knew she could not lift this now deceased large dog and carry him all the way home. Yet she refused to leave him laying in the road. She just stood there, puzzled, shocked, still holding the leash as if her dog would get up and continue on their walk.<br />
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I explained who I was, and offered to help her lift the dog into my car so we could take the body back to the veterinary office, and place him in cold storage, giving her time to decide what she would like to do with it. Some people prefer to bury their pets on their property (not always an easy option with a large dog on the east coast). Others have their veterinarians take care of the remains. Still others opt to get the pet cremated and receive the ashes back.<br />
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As we moved the body of this ten month old dog, I was able to get the rest of the story. The two were walking down the street on the sidewalk, against traffic, as they did every night. The dog saw a car coming and for some reason decided that this car's headlights were worth chasing. He had never done this before, or at least was never ABLE to do this before, but tonight he charged after the lights. The woman thought the lock on the leash was engaged. It was either not engaged, or it broke under the force of the dog's charge. The dog ran straight into the road after its target, still on leash, and was hit by the car and killed instantly. The driver never stopped.<br />
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Retractable leashes are very convenient when used properly. They should be used away from roads, traffic, or hazards of any kind. Walk your dog to the park using a regular non-retractable leash. When you arrive at the park or other place that will safely allow more running space, then you can change over to the retractable leash. When changing leashes, never remove one leash until the other leash is safely in place. A choke collar should never be used with a retractable leash as it would maintain tension on the choke collar and defeat the purpose and function of the choke collar, and potentially constrict the dog's neck.<br />
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The woman came to me several months later with a new puppy. She became a client after my assistance was offered that night. She never used the retractable leash while walking on the road again. It was a tragic accident, but a lesson was learned by both of us that night. A lesson worth sharing. <br />
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Some people are passionate about the arts, or human rights, or global warming. Some people are fortunate enough to dedicate a lot of time to their passion. Others squeeze it in between their jobs and their family time. The truth is, if you give yourself to your passion, even in small amounts, you will feel better about yourself, and become a better person as a result. It is not the amount of time you give, it is the fact that you want to give and you allow yourself to do so.<br />
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My favorite quote has been "Be the change you wish to see in the world." by Mahatma Gandhi. I wear a ring bearing this quote, and I have given a necklace bearing these words to a woman I respect in the animal welfare community. It applies not only to my rescue work, but to other aspects of my life as well.<br />
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I now have a new "life anthem". I could listen to it repeatedly, day in and day out. I could read, and reread the lyrics. The words, written by another, come straight from my heart, and they are my advice to every person, in order to find happiness, peace, bliss.<br />
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The song is "Stand Up" by <a href="http://www.sugarlandmusic.com/">Sugarland</a>.<br />
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Here is a link to a video of the song: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwdOUW2abqI">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwdOUW2abqI</a> .<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The lyrics from the video:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>"The heart that beats</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>An incredible machine </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>made of blood and love</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>and hope and lust and steam.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Calling. Calling. Calling. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>All the lonely people cryin’<br />
It could change if we just get started<br />
Lift the darkness, light a fire<br />
For the silent and the broken hearted</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Won’t you stand up<br />
Stand Up<br />
Stand Up<br />
Won’t you stand up you girls and boys?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Won’t you stand up<br />
Stand Up<br />
Stand Up<br />
Won’t you stand up and use your voice?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>There’s a comfort<br />
There’s a healing<br />
High above the pain and sorrow<br />
Change is coming<br />
Can you feel it?<br />
Calling us in to a new tomorrow</em></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><em>Won’t you stand up<br />
Stand Up<br />
Stand Up<br />
Won’t you stand up you girls and boys?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Won’t you stand up<br />
Stand Up<br />
Stand Up<br />
Won’t you stand up and use your voice?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>When the walls fall all around you<br />
When your hope has turned to dust</em><br />
<em>Let the sound of love surround you<br />
Beat like a heart in each of us</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Won’t you stand up<br />
Stand Up<br />
Stand Up<br />
Won’t you stand up you girls and boys?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Won’t you stand up<br />
Stand Up<br />
Stand Up<br />
Won’t you stand up and use your voice?"</em></div><div align="left" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Our voices are strong, but only if we use them. Our voices are heard, but only if we sound them. Our voices inspire, but only if we project them.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Regardless of the root of your passion, whether it is keeping the arts in schools, aiding the elderly, keeping history alive, assisting the poor, or animal welfare, to keep silent is the equivalent of watching the very things of which you are passionate die.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Find your passion, and engage your heart. Feel what it is like to make a difference, a difference only you can make. Feel what it is like to truly be alive.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"<em>No one could make a greater mistake than he who did nothing because he could only do a little</em>." Edmund Burke</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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There are those people who purposely seek out and adopt senior animals. These people have the most to invest, both financially and emotionally, and the most to lose. They invest a lot financially in these animals as senior pets are likely to develop health problems that require veterinary care. They invest a lot emotionally, because when you adopt a senior pet, you are not going to have that pet for ten years. If you were to ask a senior adopter what it is they lose by adopting a senior pet, you will not hear about the money or the time invested. You will likely hear that what they lose is their heart. They lose it by falling in love with that senior pet, and mourning their loss within just a few months or years of having been together.<br />
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<a href="http://www.jewellvetonline.com/Testimonials.html">Charlie/Buddy:</a><br />
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Buddy was a senior Australian Shepherd mix. He was in a high kill shelter in Missouri. I saw a photo of his handsome face and agreed to take him into our rescue despite his age. In rescue, people know what type of dogs/breeds/cats that people have weaknesses for, and that is how Buddy's photo ended up in my email box. When he arrived, his face was the same handsome face in the photo, but what was not seen in the photo or expressed in the email was the condition of the rest of him. The back half of his body had no hair. His tail also was devoid of hair, resembling the tail of a rat. There were warts all along his hairless back and rump. His teeth were chewed down and stained with metal (often seen when dogs are caged outside and chew on the the chain link out of frustration and boredom).<br />
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Buddy was going to be with us for a while and we knew it. He was gorgeous from the neck up, but his baboon butt was not going to help find him a loving home, and neither was his age. So we introduced him to my dogs and he was allowed to stay in the office area with us during the day, rather than in a cage. He was wonderful and we loved him. We discovered that his hair loss was due to undiagnosed thyroid disease, easily and inexpensively treated. We removed his warts when we neutered him. His new life was beginning, and he was enjoying it. His hair grew in thick and gorgeous for an old man.<br />
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For months he lived as an office dog. He was part of our family. Then along came a woman. She wanted our Buddy, and we were both skeptical and excited at the same time. We went through her application and it was wonderful. She came up to meet him. I went into the room to talk to her and I recall asking her, "Why our Buddy?" I had to hear the right answer, even though I didn't know what the right answer to that question could be. She looked me in the eyes, her eyes welled up with tears, and she said. "His eyes. I fell in love with his eyes."<br />
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As the adoption proceeded, we all cried and said our goodbyes. You can read a thank you note with a photo from Buddy's Mom (who named him Charlie)<a href="http://www.jewellvetonline.com/Testimonials.html"> here.</a> Our Buddy recently passed away due to kidney failure after three years knowing a loving family.<br />
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Remy is a Shih Tzu whose elderly human companion was placed in a nursing home. Her niece tried to care for him, but she simply did not have the time to give poor Remy, and she knew he was suffering as a result. Remy entered our rescue as a 10 year old dog with a heart murmur, and little chance of adoption, but we did not give up on him.<br />
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We tried to get Remy into breed specific rescue groups who could offer him a foster home, but they saw his age, and he was rejected. We gave him all of his medical care updates, including a dental which was greatly needed.<br />
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In another town, a woman was making the difficult decision to euthanize a senior dog she dearly loved. The very next day, the same woman saw Remy on our website, and she knew he was to spend the rest of his time with her. <br />
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Remy had the time of his life living with this woman, her other dogs and cats, and making friends at a retirement home which he visited weekly. He allowed the residents to hold him upside down and coo at him as though he was their baby. His heart touched each of theirs. Something that could not have happened had he not been adopted.<br />
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Remy's failing heart recently gave out after thirteen months with his new mom, but that heart was full of love to the very end.<br />
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Herkie was a stray in a neighboring town. He was obviously a senior dog with greying muzzle and obvious hind limb arthritis problems. He has a long wonderful story which you can read here:<a href="http://vetrescue.blogspot.com/2011/05/meet-sweets-herkie.html"> Herkie's Story</a> . He was a friendly and sometimes youthful dog who carried a toy outside with him every time he had to go potty! Another rescue group offered us a foster home for him. While we would miss him, we knew that Herkie being in a true "home" setting would be best for him. He moved from Iowa to <a href="http://www.adoptalab.org/">www.AdoptaLab.org</a> in Illinois. His foster Mom did an amazing job with him as you can see if you read the above linked story, and we assumed that his foster home would be his life long home.<br />
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Then we got the message that a woman was going to adopt our Herkie. Herkie was again on the move, this time to New Jersey. She built Herkie a set of stairs so he could sleep in her king size bed with her. He went on vacations with her. He played in the yard with her as though he was a puppy. <br />
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After just five and a half months with his loving mother, Herkie's body succumbed to seizures and inability to walk on those arthritic hind legs. His mother stayed with him when he was put down, gazing into his eyes, and whispering "I love you" into his yellow lab ears. He knew the love of a forever family, even if only for a brief amount of time.<br />
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To the parents of Buddy/Charlie, Remy, and Herkie, and to ALL adopters and foster parents of senior and special needs dogs, this blog is your tribute. Your dedication and patience to the animals that have only a brief time left in this life is admired by all of us in rescue. Thank you for being there for our senior friends, and in that way, for being there for us. <br />
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A local mink farm was broken into and 1200-1500 mink were released from their cages a few days ago in an attempt to "rescue" them.<br />
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The culprits apparently tried to repeat the act tonight, as the law lay in wait for them. We will see what the news has to say tomorrow about this evening's incident. Meanwhile, the helicopter hovers above us, viewing our town in infrared and night vision scopes, and the residents text each other to lock doors and vehicles as the terrorists try to find a place to hide.<br />
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While I will never wear a mink coat, or admire anyone who does, I believe the people who attempted this rescue did so with very little knowledge about the repercussions of their actions. They have not saved a single life tonight.<br />
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Releasing mink who have spent their entire lives in cages into the wild in the middle of the night is an immature and unsuccessful attempt at making a statement. These mink are raised with water and food allotments handed to them. Few of them will survive and fewer will thrive following sudden abandonment just weeks before an Iowa winter rears its ugly head. Rather than running to freedom, the mink that remain loose stay on the property that they recognize as theirs, engaging in territorial fights, killing each other, one by one.<br />
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Many of the released mink were trapped by the farmer and volunteers following their release, and are now residing in cages with unfamiliar cage mates. Those mink who were housed together are now separated and housed with those whom they have not yet established a hierarchy. This is the equivalent of placing unfamiliar, scared, and aggressive dogs into a small cage (or ring, sound familiar?). The result is fighting and often death of one or more of the cage mates. <br />
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The actions of these people are equivalent to putting a band-aid on a slit throat. It is not pretty, will not help the victims, and will not win you any praise. If you want to make change, support the legislators trying to make that change. Educate the public. Decrease the demand, and the profit will decrease. All of these take time, but it is the only way to protect animals.<br />
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Acting out illegally, and causing the amount of stress you caused in these animals is not going to gain you any praise from me or from most in the animal welfare circuit. While we may or may not agree with your views about mink farming, your weapons should be words, not acts of cruelty. Acts like these cause a loss of respect for animal welfare and animal rights supporters by the general public. We come off being viewed as criminals, too uneducated to recognize the difference between saving one vs. protecting many. We are viewed as unstable morons racing around screaming, "Let the pretty mink free"! <br />
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Rather than save a small group of animals, our actions should provide a blanket that protects all of them. It is equivalent to buying a puppy from a store because you feel bad that it came from a puppy mill. If you feel bad for puppies sold in stores, then you should try to get the store to discontinue selling puppies, not support the store by purchasing the puppy to "rescue" it. Pick up your pens, grab a dictionary and a thesaurus, and make a real difference by writing to your legislators and educating your friends, family, and the local public. <br />
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Why mink release is considered an act of domestic terrorism, I am unsure. I suspect it is because it is considered an attack on the agricultural industry and lies in the same realm as an attack on our food source, IE cattle or hogs, as may happen in an act of war. <br />
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If this is the interpretation, and is the reason why the federal agencies seem to be involved in catching "mink liberators", I think the government would be better off spending this time and money rewriting the laws that make up the animal welfare act, and better defining the animal industries and protecting the animals in their care. Hogs are not mink are not dogs. They all deserve their own set of rules and regulations as their husbandry and produce is not similar.<br />
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Releasing a pathogen as an act of war in order to deplete our nations food source is an act of terrorism whose ramifications would be felt nationwide. That, I do understand. Releasing mink from a farm, mink who are intended for the backs of the filthy rich is difficult for me to view as an act of terrorism. Their production is meant to support egos and vanity, while cattle and hogs support the nourishment of families. One is cosmetic and superficial, the other is a mainstay of life (unless your a vegetarian but the truth is that the majority of our nation is not). Mink release does not threaten our survival...<br />
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Although I would hate to hear that thousands of Iowans froze to death this winter due to an unfortunate delay in mink coat production.<br />
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Don't we look just as ridiculous wearing theirs???<br />
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***Special thanks to those of you who provided words of support and encouragement in reference to my preceding blog. I truly appreciate it, even though there were too many emails to respond to personally. Thank you. :-)Immydoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15806916866752984517noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481888823138555968.post-71643534255306756372011-10-07T00:04:00.001-05:002011-10-07T00:17:14.426-05:00Where Am I?I am tired. <br />
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Having experienced some personal tragedies, as well as some rescue related tragedies and dilemmas, I am mentally and physically exhausted. I am shocked that I have let the blog set idle for this long, as it is my therapy, and my friend, but even now I am stretching to find something to write about. I feel as though I owe people an explanation of where I am and why I have been silent.<br />
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I am tired.<br />
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Rescue burns people out. It burns people out emotionally, physically, and financially. It can do so quickly. I am not at my breaking point, so do not interpret this as a retirement letter. But I am tired and our work seems futile in the grand scheme of things.<br />
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Rescue people learn to focus on the eyes of the animals within their care to keep them going on a day to day basis. I feel as though I cannot focus on that one face anymore. I am distracted. There is too much I cannot do, and the job seems undo-able. The scale of what needs to be accomplished in order to protect animals is astronomical and feels completely out of my hands as an individual. I feel like a salmon swimming up a never ending stream with a current so strong I cannot make it to the destination I seek. I feel my contribution is just an insignificant drop in that stream.<br />
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I am tired. <br />
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I am trying to focus on gaining my health back by working out, eating better, and having conversations with friends that are unrelated to animals and rescue. I am trying to focus on the few animals we have in our rescue without being intimidated and overwhelmed by the mass killing of dogs and cats in shelters, the over breeding of dogs and cats in mass production puppy mills, and the overall apathy and inaction of people who really do care about animals but justify their inaction with, "I just couldn't do what you do."<br />
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I am tired of being tired.<br />
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I will continue to write at some point, and I will continue to rescue because both of these are an integral part of who I am. <br />
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But I have to find the me who can be there for family, and friends, the me who can trust people, the me who is not cynical and depressed, the me who can smile and laugh sincerely, and the me who is not the automaton who seems to have taken over my life.<br />
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I have to find me. <br />
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At the funeral, his family sat, grieving just a few yards away from the flag draped casket. One family member needed to be closer. <br />
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Jon's loyal Labrador Retriever, named Hawkeye, left the side of mourning family members to lay beside the casket of his hero and best friend. <br />
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The photo was taken in a small town in Iowa named Rockford, which is nestled in<a href="http://www.floydcoia.org/"> Floyd County, Iowa.</a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">In an ironic twist, in the same county where a dog showed his unconditional love and loyalty for his human companion and his photo generated worldwide admiration, there are at least five Government approved puppy mills. Commercial breeders reside within the cities of Ionia, Charles City, and Rudd, all neighbors of the little town of Rockford, where Hawkeye stood vigil for his fallen companion. There are hundreds of dogs in Floyd County living their entire lives within a cage with little, if any, show of human affection. <a href="http://www.iavotersforcompanionanimals.org/puppyMills_breeders.html"><em>"According to the USDA, at least 23,000 adult dogs are kept in Iowa commercial kennels."</em></a> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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While Hawkeye has earned the privilege of leading the <a href="http://www.kcci.com/news/29027708/detail.html">University of Iowa Hawkeye's onto the turf covered field</a> during a football game, we must remember the hundreds of dogs within Floyd county, and the thousands in Iowa, and millions of dogs nationwide, who have never stepped foot onto grass or felt the wind blow.<br />
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Perhaps Floyd County and Iowa will open their eyes to the honor of being a dog thanks to the world's appreciation of Hawkeye's actions. But it is more likely the horrific lives of the commercial breeding dogs will continue to be hidden and government approved.<br />
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I suspect that if Hawkeye could speak, he would voice his opinion loudly.<br />
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Our deepest sympathies to the family and friends of Jon Tumilson. <br />
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There are two heroes of which you should be proud.<br />
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I coped with this separation by calling home routinely, twice a week. My Mom was always glad to hear from me, but when the conversation started getting too long, she would say, "Ok, that's enough." This was before the cell phone era (ok, I am dating myself), so each minute on the phone was a billed minute. Mom figured one minute less on the phone, was money put towards my education. <br />
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One night I was talking with my Mom on the phone. The only phone we had was in the kitchen. It was a rotary phone that was physically attached to the wall (again, dating myself). You were tethered to it by one of those curly springy cords connecting the handset to the base and you were very limited by the two foot cord in the distance you could travel while speaking. This shortened any lengthy conversation a teenager might have because there was no privacy, and you had to sit down on a stool that was certainly not meant for long term use. Again, no cell phones.<br />
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Mom stopped me in the midst of our conversation that evening by stating, "Hold on a minute, the cat's tail is on fire." <br />
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There was no panic in her voice. There was no urgency in the "matter of fact" statement at all. I hear the phone's hand set being placed down on the counter. Meanwhile, I am on the other end of the phone panicking! <br />
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"Mom?! What do mean on fire??? MOM?!!!!" <br />
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A few moments later, she calmy returns to the phone. "It's okay, I put it out." she says flatly, and proceeds to continue with the previous conversation. Meanwhile, my heartrate is up, I am panting, and my eyes are widely dilated! My mind is in a frenzy.<br />
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Mom had lit a scented candle on the center of the stove, part of her evening ritual. Oreo, our longhair tuxedo cat, had pounced onto the counter and proceeded onto the stove to investigate Mom's supper which was still in a pan on the stove. During the cat's investigation, her tail spent a moment too long hovering over the lit candle, and it quickly burst into flame. The cat was completely unaware of the danger it was in.<br />
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Mom noticed the flame, walked over, picked up the cat, carried her over to the faucet, and doused that tail under a cool stream of water before any harm was done. The cat was safe, and was more upset about the wet tail than the burning tail <br />
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The funniest part was my mother's calmness during and after what could have been a disaster! What if the cat ran and spread the fire throughout the house? The possibility of damage to the cat, to the house, and potentially to my Mom is very sobering.<br />
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While I love scented candles for the fragrances they provide, I dislike the potential for danger that escorts them into the house. With pets, children, and my swiss cheese memory, I worry about the risks of the candles getting knocked over or being forgotten and left to burn when no one is home. I also happen to be married to a man who blows the candles out as fast as I can light them. He worries about soot stains developing on the ceiling. Each time he blows them out, he declares "The wick is too long! The wick is too long!" like Paul Revere declaring that the Red Coats are coming during his Midnight Ride.<br />
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Recently, a friend and volunteer pet foster mom, approached me about a new product, Scentsy flameless candles. Scentsy Warmers use a low-watt bulb to melt scented wax slowly. With no flame, soot, smoke or lead to worry about, the Scentsy system is a safe way to produce a pleasantly smelling environment.<br />
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The scents are fragrant and there are so many that everyone can find a favorite. If your child sticks their fingers into the melted wax, it is completely safe. It does not burn the skin. It is comparable in temperature to a paraffin wax dip. Warm but not dangerous. If your furry feline knocks the unit over, there is no flame to spread. The Scentsy burners are much more attractive than a half burned soot filled jar-o-candle. <br />
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I can finally have a nice scent emanating throughout the house without the fear of letting it burn too long or unsupervised. The Scentsy plug-in has taken the place of our night light in the hall. It provides plenty of light for the stairwell and we awaken to the scent of our preference each morning. I am so enamoured with this product that our <a href="http://www.jewellanimalhospital.petfinder.com/">South Hamilton Animal Alliance</a> is having a fundraiser with our local Scentsy representative. <br />
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<strong>From now until September 30, we are holding a Scentsy products fundraiser. You can view the products at </strong><a href="https://judebeme.scentsy.us/Home"><span style="color: #cc3300;"><strong>https://judebeme.scentsy.us/Home</strong></span></a><strong> . When you arrive at this page, you will see a little box in the upper right hand corner labeled "My Open Parties". Scroll through them to find the "South Hamilton Animal Alliance Fundraiser" then click on "Buy from Party". You can then view the products, with styles that represent everything from animals to sports, contemporary to vintage, classic to country. If you already own a Scentsy burner, stop in and order a few new scents! The burners make wonderful gifts for showers, weddings, birthdays, anniversaries, and there is something to suit everyone's taste.</strong> <br />
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Immydoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15806916866752984517noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481888823138555968.post-10756493598880683622011-08-18T22:03:00.001-05:002011-08-19T08:35:14.065-05:00Mommy! Look! Mommy! LOOK!!!We were at the Iowa State Fair on Tuesday. I was on the phone talking to a pediatrician about a cat bite case that led to a rabies quarantine, when my son started yelling, "Mommy! Look! Mommy! LOOK!!!" As I turn around expecting to see some crazy fair ride or giant deep fried snack that he is excited about, I see that he is jumping up and down pointing at a soldier in full camouflage military fatigues. Then Miranda joins in, "Look Mom!" with an excited smile on her face. <br />
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The soldier is only about three feet from Connor, so he was fully aware of my kids' exhuberant reaction as he walked by. Being preoccupied with the seriousness of the phone conversation, I was unable to apologize for my kids making such a scene.<br />
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To my surprise, rather than continuing to walk by the two crazy kids, the soldier stops and looks at Miranda and Connor. He stoops down, reaches into his camouflage pocket (I couldn't see it), and says "I have something for you guys." <br />
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He pulls out what would be comparable to a baseball card, but one for soldiers. His photo, taken in Afghanistan, is on the front, and his information including name and deployment history is on the back. I wished I had not been on the phone when this happened, because I would have loved to have spoken with him and thanked him for his service. I would have loved to have taken my kids' photo with him, but I am not sure I would have thought to take one at that very moment, even if I had not been on the phone.<br />
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After a brief conversation with them, the details of which I am unaware, he stands up, points at the kids, and says, "You guys take care." I cupped my hand over the mouthpiece of the phone, and said strongly, "You too," hoping he heard both the concern and the respect in my voice. I cried as he walked away. Yep. I did. <br />
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I placed that soldier's card on the mirror above each of my kid's dressers.<br />
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I must admit I was surprised by Connor's reaction to the soldier, unsure of what prompted his excitement. After thinking about it, I think I may have an idea from where the excitement originated.<br />
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When my father turned 18, our country was involved in World War II. Years earlier, his mother had moved from England to the US around the time of WWI, sometime between 1914-1916. His father remained in England to serve his country, and joined her in the US after his service in the Royal Armed Forces was complete. <br />
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By the time my father was old enough to enlist, he did, enthusiastically. He enlisted in the US Navy, and completed boot camp. By the time he was ready for active duty, the war was officially over. While never doing active duty during wartime, his bravery showed in the choice he made to serve during wartime. This choice is the source of my deepest admiration for my father. <br />
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I remember noticing my father at parades when I was younger, Every time a veteran's group walked by, whether they were marching, playing instruments, or riding, he would remove his hat out of respect, hold it up in the air, and say "Thank you" to the veterans as they walked by him. If the Star Spangled Banner was playing, my Dad's hand was over his heart, and he was singing with tears in his eyes. I am not sure if any of the veterans noticed my father amidst the crowds of people present at the parades, nevertheless, he showed his respect, and I noticed, even if no one else did.<br />
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I always feel a deep admiration for soldiers when I see them. Whether you agree with the political reasons behind a troop's deployment or not, you must have respect for the person. You must have respect for the person willing to put their life on the line for what they believe in; a person willing to leave the people they love for months or years at a time for the country and people they love. I don't usually approach the soldiers I see, but I have pointed soldiers out to my kids, explaining to them who they were and what their uniforms indicated regarding their choice of service.<br />
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So, perhaps this is where my son's excitement about seeing a soldier came from? Perhaps he senses my respect when I see a soldier. My father passed away a few years ago, but he would have been proud of Connor's reaction to the soldier that day.<br />
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OH SHOOT!!! <br />
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I just thought of something. <br />
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Perhaps Connor's reaction to the soldier stems from something else.<br />
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Perhaps it stems from the movie "Transformers"...the good soldiers vs the evil alien robots?<br />
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Na. I am going to go with the pride and respect thing. Transformers or not, soldiers are heroes.<br />
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Thanks Dad!<br />
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Immydoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15806916866752984517noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481888823138555968.post-88718561779252887272011-07-30T12:03:00.002-05:002011-08-04T14:46:14.343-05:00Help From Home...A young lady that worked at my clinic a few years ago while in high school, has been visiting the clinic lately. Her name is Alexis, and she is close friends with my veterinary assistant, Miguel, who most of you know by now from other stories.<br />
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Now that Alexis is a young adult, and is living on her own, she has decided it has become time for her to become a doggie mom. She has always wanted a dog of her own, and the time has come to make that dream a reality. She visits our clinic, and meets our adoptables but is waiting for "just the right connection". I think most of us that are pet parents understand exactly what she means. After several meet and greets, Alexis would leave the clinic a little disappointed that she had not met "the one" but hopeful that the right dog was out there for her.<br />
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A few weeks ago, we took in a pair of adorable puppies. <br />
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These two adorable puppies came from another animal shelter that was unable to place them on their adoption floor because the puppies were timid and did not pass the "personality" testing. So this adorable pair of six month old pups were made available for rescue to other qualified rescue groups willing to take them into their adoption program.<br />
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When Miguel saw these cuties, he sent his friend Alexis a text message.<br />
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"When you get a chance, you should stop at the clinic. We have two cute Cocker spaniel mix puppies for you to see."<br />
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Alexis stared at her phone, reading the words in disbelief, as a brief recollection of a recent dream overwhelmed her.<br />
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Entering adulthood was not the only reason Alexis chose now to become a pet parent. She was hoping a puppy of her own would help her heal and adjust to a tragic change in her life. Just five months ago, her father died unexpectedly in a car accident. She has been struggling to cope with the loss that occured just 8 days before her 20th birthday.<br />
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Just a few weeks prior to Miguel's text, Alexis was on a family vacation in Colorado. On the last night of this family trip, she had a dream. In this dream, her father and her grandfather (also deceased, and with whom she had shared a special bond) stood before her, alive and well. It gave Alexis a warm feeling of comfort to be so close to them again, even if only in a dream.<br />
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As the dream continued, her Grandpa said, "These are the puppies for you, Alexis." With the men, were two very cute, shy, cocker spaniel puppies.<br />
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Her father smiled in amusement as Alexis seemed overwhelmed, joyful, and definitely caught off guard by the two puppies romping at their feet, unsure of which puppy to call her own.<br />
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Her Grandpa turned to her again, "You have to pick one, Alexis." and he gave her a gentle smile.<br />
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As Alexis awoke, she felt the comfort of having seen them again, but the visit created a new longing for them to be with her now. She wished that last night her Dad had chased her up the stairs growling like a tiger, the way he did at bedtime when she was just a girl. She longed for him to be there as she climbed out of bed, waiting to give her that big morning bear hug meant to wake her up and start her day. <br />
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The presence of the two puppies in the dream made little sense to Alexis, despite her ongoing search for her own dog. She would often pray to God that he could help her through this tragedy. She would ask God to help her find a puppy, and help her be patient in her search. She would often "talk" to her Dad about getting a puppy, asking if he could help her find the right one. When you consider this, perhaps the strange presence of two puppies in that dream was not so strange.<br />
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As Alexis stood looking at her phone two weeks later, reading the words texted to her by her friend Miguel, the dream suddenly made sense. She knew before meeting them that, as her Grandpa had said in the dream, "These are the puppies for you."<br />
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She begged Miguel to put a hold on the pups until she could get to the clinic, fearful they would get adopted in the few hours it would take before she could make it to the clinic. <br />
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She arrived at the clinic a few short hours after the text. As her dream had predicted, she had a difficult time choosing which puppy would be hers, and she could hear her Grandpa's words, "You have to pick one, Alexis". And slowly, the choice was made.<br />
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Meet Izy, one of two dogs that had been deemed unadoptable by one animal shelter's standards. She is now a beloved family member and providing the gift of comfort and unconditional love. Two lives have been completely changed for the better. <br />
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It seems as though Izy was destined to provide the comfort, the humor, the occasional stress of pet ownership to a young woman who needed help to heal, a woman who cried out for help in finding her canine companion, a woman who received that help from the two people she least expected would be able to help her. <br />
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While we struggle with loss, the truth is, we never lose those we love, and Little Miss Izy is tangible proof that love can surpass all boundaries.<br />
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</b></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Addie's Story: 3 part series...</b></span></u></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://vetrescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/addies-story.html"><b>Part 1</b></a></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://vetrescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/addies-story-part-2.html"><b>Part 2 </b></a></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://vetrescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/addie-reunited-with-family-after-8.html"><b>Part 3</b></a></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Addie is doing great after eight years of being separated from her puppyhood home and family! Even in her senior years, she manages to climb into her own bed, and has the occasional left over Filet Mignon!</span></h3><br />
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</b></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Ellie's Story</b></span></u></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://vetrescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/ellie.html"><b>Part 1</b></a></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://vetrescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/ellies-adventure.html"><b>Part 2</b></a></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ellie, after her visit to the Oncology Department at the Iowa State University, College of Veterinary Medicine is doing great! Oddly, the morning of her appointment, her lesion had seemed to disappear (of course). After discussing it with my husband, we kept the appointment just to be on the safe side. They made some wonderful recommendations for her care, and suggested that surgery was not likely necessary.</span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">After a few days of not even being able to find the lesion, and not a single step of lameness. I decided to hold off on chemotherapy. She has since had no signs of any problems with that foot or leg.</span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Either of two things happened.</span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">1. The biopsy analyzed by a lab (not associated with Iowa State), was misinterpreted.</span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">2. The well wishes and prayers of people far and wide made a difference.</span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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A local Iowa family is heartbroken today. They went on a cross country driving vacation. During the trip, they stopped at their sister's house in Ashland, Kentucky. Lizzy stayed there where she would be cared for by family members rather than strangers.<br />
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Sadly, on Monday July 18th, Lizzy's collar, complete with identification tags, broke off while visiting and she wandered off at a location with which she is unfamiliar. She was seen briefly the next day but would not come when called.<br />
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If you are in Kentucky please spread the word about Lizzy. Her family is heartbroken and worried about her.</span></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBgSsm1lPntSUEl-iWQCG91GfoB9m4xAjNEDqOYROTTuy66zFOyHqlYzmOtaxtpbQszI_RT0zXSPB847pdL4r__3ezuzRlImClehQtp7Ys4_k7SLZJ2dVcxUc0kHLm1M0n4CuzoGqunUQ/s1600/liz+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBgSsm1lPntSUEl-iWQCG91GfoB9m4xAjNEDqOYROTTuy66zFOyHqlYzmOtaxtpbQszI_RT0zXSPB847pdL4r__3ezuzRlImClehQtp7Ys4_k7SLZJ2dVcxUc0kHLm1M0n4CuzoGqunUQ/s320/liz+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"><span class="text_exposed_show">If you are located in Kentucky, you can help by checking your local shelters, rescues, veterinary clinics, animal control, and petfinder pages for a dog matching Lizzy's description. Please print this page and hang it in public locations for people to see in case she is spotted. Print this page and hand it to the workers at your local shelters, rescues, veterinarians, animal control, and police departments, especially if you are around the city of Ashland, Kentucky or within a 150 mile radius. </span></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"><span class="text_exposed_show">Whether you are in Kentucky or not, please share Lizzy's facebook page <a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/129336879919?id=10150258408144920&ref=notif&notif_t=group_activity#!/pages/Help-Find-Lizzy-Dog-lost-in-Ashland-Kentucky/209589362424737?sk=info">http://www.facebook.com/groups/129336879919?id=10150258408144920&ref=notif&notif_t=group_activity#!/pages/Help-Find-Lizzy-Dog-lost-in-Ashland-Kentucky/209589362424737?sk=info</a> and this blog with everyone you know in order to help find her and bring her home. <br />
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Every time this page gets visualized, so does Lizzy's face.</span></div><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></div><br />
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If you have any information on Lizzy, please call us at Jewell Animal Hospital at 515-827-5700 or email <a href="mailto:Immydog@msn.com">Immydog@msn.com</a> . Her family misses her greatly...</div></td></tr>
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After sitting and brewing for a few moments. I responded... as gently as I could.<br />
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"Unfortunately, getting rid of the dog will only teach the kids that pets are disposable. They should really think about whether that is the lesson they mean to convey to the kids in the household." The woman thought about it, nodded her head, and gave an accepting smile.<br />
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"I hadn't thought of that." she said in revelation. Her face revealed an honest moment of enlightenment rather than insult.<br />
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I proceeded, "I don't mean to sound rude or blunt with that response, but it's the truth, and it is very difficult to find any dog a new home. Our shelters are full."<br />
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My hope is that this revelation led to a discussion with the family.<br />
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The truth is that most families are too busy for their pets. We are constantly running one direction then the other, from one event to another. The responsible action is NOT to rehome the pet that you committed to when you brought it home. The responsible action to take is to set aside specific time for the pet. Create a family schedule and commit to it. Reaffirm your commitment to a family member whose choice is to remain with the only family it has ever known.<br />
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As a parent, offer the choice of caring for the dog or dropping an event such as basketball practice or favorite TV show to make time for the dog. It may not be the easy choice (for the child or the parent), but it is the responsible choice. If our children can learn loyalty to a team, or dedication to an organization, they should also know that a pet also requires loyalty and dedication. Parents should not be exempt from the pet care schedule, nor should they be solely responsible for it. Parents are the ones that gave permission for the pet to become part of the family. There are proven benefits for children to have pets, including teaching them the importance of dedication through difficult times. <br />
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Our younger generation needs to be made aware that an animal is a family member for life. The commitment was made when you brought that puppy or kitten home. That pet plans to see you every day for its entire life. It knows nothing else. It has made the commitment to you for life. It expects nothing else. If you cannot make time to give the animal its care, then something must be dropped from the schedule. The something that must be dropped should not be something that depends on you for life and that is capable of loving you, and missing you when you abandon it. The basketball, the television, these items will not miss you, and they will not die without you. <br />
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Rehoming a pet should be reserved for dire circumstance. It should not be a casual decision made out of convenience. <br />
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I was on my way to my exercise class, "Boot Camp", at 5:15 (central) this morning. I saw the prettiest sunrise, so I stopped to take a photo.<br />
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I see beautiful skies often, yet I usually neglect to stop and take the time to capture the moment. Usually I am in too much of a hurry to stop. Life goes so fast, especially with two children in tow. I was not sure why at this moment, I decided to capture the beauty. <br />
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After class, I received a phone call from my sister. At about the same time that I stopped my car on the side of the road to take this photo, my cousin was struck and killed by a car. She was on her routine morning walk with a friend, safely up on the sidewalk when a car came up onto the sidewalk, taking something that did not belong to him...a life. He took the life of a mother, a daughter, a wife, a sister, a cousin, a friend.<br />
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I can recall many times seeing her on her walk when I lived in Rhode Island years ago. She would be taking her long strides, as I made my daily rush to work, having allowed barely enough time for breakfast, never mind exercise. I respected her dedication.<br />
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I just wanted to share this morning's photo...<br />
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"Lost her dog in Joplin tornado and was told to contact us for possible insight on how to locate her dog." A phone number followed.<br />
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I hesitated to pick up the phone, not sure how I could help someone 400 miles away after such a catastrophic event.<br />
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There was no name on the sticky note, so I called the number and announced who I was. The woman introduced herself, and told me her dog was missing from the aftermath of the deadly May 22nd tornado in Joplin, Missouri. This EF-5 tornado was the <a href="http://www.stlbeacon.org/region/110486-joplin-tornado-was-8th-deadliest">8th deadliest tornado in U.S. history, the deadliest tornado in the past sixty years.</a><br />
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The family had already checked local shelters, and posted fliers. I asked if Hanah had been microchipped. She had not been microchipped. I hated to ask such a negative question, but I wondered about whether her dog even survived the massive tornado. How could she be certain that her dog did survive such a horrific ordeal? She was given a photo of Hanah taken after the tornado, alive. Hanah looks stunned, and possibly injured, but she looks pretty good for a survivor of such a tragedy.<br />
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This is what is left of Hanah's home...<br />
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Hanah's Mom's main concern was the possibility that rescues from several other states ranging from Minnesota to Texas had come in to assist Missouri and rescued animals that were displaced following the tornado. Unfortunately, there is no record of which rescue groups came in and which animals went where. Joplin Humane Society is posting photographs of the animals they currently have on their website: <a href="http://www.joplinhumane.org/">http://www.joplinhumane.org/</a><br />
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Dogs and cats that are both Found and still Lost, are being listed here: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ms_tornado_pets_2011/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/ms_tornado_pets_2011/</a><br />
Humane Society of Southwest Missouri<a href="http://ksmu.org/content/view/8681/66/"> is taking in dogs</a> from the Joplin Shelter to aid them with the influx of homeless animals the tornodo has created. You can view their adoptable pets here: <a href="http://www.swh.org/site/dogs.cfm">http://www.swh.org/site/dogs.cfm</a><br />
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My advice is to:<br />
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1. Deliver fliers with photos to police, veterinarians, shelters, rescues, media in all towns potentially involved in the "rescue efforts". <br />
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2. If you are able to, go to the shelters yourself. Do not rely on shelter staff to confirm whether your dog is there. Your description of your dog or the breed of your dog may not be interpreted well over the phone by a stranger.<br />
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3. Comb <a href="http://www.petfinder.com/">http://www.petfinder.com/</a> , using the zip codes of all the towns listed as possible groups who had entered Joplin offering help. Petfinder does offer search options within different radii of your location, IE 50 miles, 100 miles, All. I recommended she choose the "all" option.<br />
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4. Search for Hanah by varying the breed in the search parameters online and via telephone or other communications. Hanah is an American Bulldog. Even on the poster above, it appears as though she is listed as a Bulldog, with the word American written in small print in the corner. She looks more like a Dogo Argentino to me, especially considering her massive size, but other people may consider her a Pit Bull, Am Staff, American Staffordshire Terrier, American Pit Bull, American Bulldog, Bulldog, Dogo Argentino, Boxer, Great Dane, Lab mix, etc. Interpretation of breed can vary greatly among "experts". <br />
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5. Check breed specific rescues. Often multi-breed rescues will send purebred dogs to breed specific rescues, freeing up a cage for another animal in need. Again, Hanah's breed could be misidentified. So check different breed rescues.<br />
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6. If spotted in the area, post signs, use live traps, make everyone aware of her face and your contact information. IF you are going to put food down, make sure you place it in the same place. Also remember, if food is placed, and the enticement to go into a live trap is food, you may be keeping her alive, but hindering her capture. <br />
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7. Remember, that after weight loss and dehydration, an animal looks much different than she does in her healthy happy days lounging on the couch. Everything about her may look different, her face shape, body shape. Look at her identifiable markings, ie eyes, and outline of her nose pigment to help identify her in photos and in real life. This is another good reason to go identify an animal yourself if a shelter believes they may have Hanah. My husband could not recognize our cat after catching her in a live trap after she was missing for almost two months.<br />
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8. In my experience with Hurricane Katrina, after surviving out on their own, animals turn almost feral with survival instinct. She will likely resist capture. Once she is caught, and fed, her old personality should come beaming through.<br />
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9. Check Craigslist Pet listings, and Petfinder Classifieds as well. Remember your local paper Found Pets Classifieds. List her here as lost with photos if possible.<br />
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10. Wildlife cameras may capture evening movement, and help monitor areas where people are no longer residing.<br />
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11. Here is a story of a man who placed a tent at the site of his destroyed home following a Massachusetts tornado and awaited each cat's return. <a href="http://www.lifewithcats.tv/2011/06/15/tornado-destroys-home-man-camps-on-site-until-all-7-cats-safely-found/">http://www.lifewithcats.tv/2011/06/15/tornado-destroys-home-man-camps-on-site-until-all-7-cats-safely-found/</a> All seven of his cats returned safely within five days. Camping via tent or camper at the site following the event, if safe, will give the pet an opportunity to return "home".<br />
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If you live in the U.S, from Canada down to Texas, please check your local petfinder listings from home. Her eyes and the outline of her pigmented nose are very distinctive characteristics that anyone can use to help identify her in photos. She is just gorgeous. See if you can find this beautiful girl and reunite her with her family. <br />
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Here are some photographs and information from the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.185536854828362.43322.185536731495041#!/pages/Bring-Hanah-Home/185536731495041?sk=info">Facebook page "Bring Hanah Home"</a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Desperately seeking a 5yr old 110# American Bulldog, white in color,2 different eye colors, may have red rash on rt underbelly. Missing from 4915 E27th st. Please call 1-417-529-8088 or 1-843-399-2199.</em></div><div class="data_field"></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Hanah has been seen 2 times since the tornado hit. Once on E 26th street in Duquesne. Hanah lived on 27th st. before the tornado. There is no house there anymore but we think that's why she may be hanging around that neighborhood." </em></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>THERE IS A $500+ REWARD FOR HER RETURN. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><em>"A VERY generous donor has just called and INCREASED THE REWARD! We are determined to BRING HANAH HOME! We'll have a big ole' check printed up for the fabulous soul who brings our gal home. If she is found at a shelter, rescue or other organization we will donate the funds to them in Hanah's name. We are overwhelmed at the generosity expressed and the love for our Hanah. ♥"</em></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgUKuwQnRD8c5Q-dhczULAsK5sWCUI9cD3UZRmQvQKn2ksGmOsZVTg_KH7shBurDYplXRc_9jEW8pWpyqrvKT0Lt_5HyC0U1esePkHjNAuv93eqvg2-iTgjxbpbkLXtX89DCSP7TP71T0/s1600/Hanah+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgUKuwQnRD8c5Q-dhczULAsK5sWCUI9cD3UZRmQvQKn2ksGmOsZVTg_KH7shBurDYplXRc_9jEW8pWpyqrvKT0Lt_5HyC0U1esePkHjNAuv93eqvg2-iTgjxbpbkLXtX89DCSP7TP71T0/s320/Hanah+5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I thought about sharing photos of the devastation created by this tornado to show you how desperate circumstances are after such a massive tornado. I thought about sharing a video of the devastation caused by this tornado. But I do not want people focusing on the photos of wrecked houses. I want people to focus on Hanah's face. I want you to look at this dog without distraction. I hope you will note the small things that will help identify her... the freckle beneath her left eye, the fact that her eyes are two different colors, the identifying shape of the pigment of her nose. These are the details that will reunite Hanah with her family.<br />
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Here is a video about Hanah:<br />
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Please share this blog. Spread the word. Post it on facebook. Send it by email. Check your local <a href="http://www.petfinder.com/">http://www.petfinder.com/</a> for a dog matching her description, regardless of where you live.<br />
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Hanah's family huddled together during the storm. Hanah was torn from their arms by the devastating winds. The photo of Hanah sitting on the rubble was given to the family after the tornado, proof that she survived, and the search began. <br />
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To know that your dog survived a tornado, and still not be able to hold her must be absolutely heartbreaking. Hanah wanted to go home, but her home is no longer there. Her neighborhood is no longer there. Hopefully she is in the care of a good Samaritan. The more that Hanah's photos and story are shared, the more likely the person who has Hanah will see it and be able to bring her home. Please, help Hanah find her way home by sharing her story with as many people as you can. <br />
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