Saturday, December 26, 2009

Bob


Over seven years ago in a different life , a tiny kitten was left in a box , at the vets office. He was dirty , cold and broken . But Dr. Donna worked her magic and he survived and thrived. He was neutered and adopted out to a good family who promptly brought him back without giving a reason. We thought it odd because Bob was such a friendly little guy that everyone he met liked him at once. He went out again and came back again. He had no teeth left from his abuse and his back end was out of whack but he was a lover so I didn`t understand any of that.
I have a soft spot for orange male cats and asked if I could adopt him for my dog Ozzie. Dr. Donna said `Take him home and love him`. I did. So did Oz , Maggie, Tobey, Jack and my other male kitty Pekoe.
I did my best to keep Bob inside where he would be safe from the country creatures but he still got out on occasion and wandered over to see Oz when he was in the yard. Bob would help take out the garbage and meet visitors at their vehicles to say hi. He trusted the whole world , including dogs and other cats. And that turned out to be a bad thing.
Last Monday, Bob went out when the dogs did at six a.m. like always, but he never came back in.
The one foster dog I have here seemed to think Bob was fair game once he was outside.
I guess I can be thankful that dog broke his neck but I`m not. I couldn`t do anything but crate the dogs and take Bob to the vet for cremation. I think it took me quite some time to get out the door with him as I remember crying hard enough to make me sick. I kept telling myself that it was my fault because I had taught Bob to trust all dogs.
Well, the vet called Christmas Eve day to say that Bob was back . I picked up his remains and placed them on the mantle so he could share Christmas with me one more time. He`s still there in his little cedar box . Then again , he really isn`t. I have to believe that I will see him again . I have to believe that he is waiting for me at The Bridge with Maggie Dog, Pekoe, Kane and his dog Oz, who died last spring of a heart attack. When I have the courage, I`ll place his remains inside the china cabinet with the others to be buried with me when its my time.
I have no anger in me about Bob`s death. I do have an empty spot , a hole, a dark place and it will remain there until I`m finished grieving for my orange friend. Don`t know how long that will be .
Keep your fur friends safe . At least give it your best shot.

later

Monday, December 14, 2009

Christmas and Cats


I have a few beefs to get off my chest before the year is over.
The first and main one concerns cats.
Many good intentioned people will set out food for cats and kittens all summer. Then, when winter comes they call rescues to bring in those cats. Why? Obviously you have been feeding them, interacting with them and hoping the best for them, so why wait until now to find them shelter.
Once you feed a neighbour`s cat, it wont go away. Period. If you want the cat for yourself, bring it in and look after it. But don`t expect us all to have room for hundreds more cats at this time of year. And for gawds sake, keep the cats in the house , at all times.
Cats have become a throw away animal much like mice, rats,and rabbits . There are hundreds of homeless cats right here in this area. It doesn`t take a rocket scientist to figure out why that is the case. Cute fluffy kittens in the spring, turn into sexual beings around Christmas. If you have been an cat owner, you know what happens when the cat isn`t neutered. I truly feel that if a human adopts a kitten, that human should do so only if they realize the cost involved. We spend huge amounts of time and effort begging for money and supplies to keep our cats safe until a proper home is available. Right now we have 40 cats and kittens in care. Our foster homes are fighting Upper Respiratory and therefore cant take even one more cat or kitten until the virus is cleared up and the place is bleached.Vet bills are getting way up there and a bit scary. Cats, initially cost just as much as a dog to care for properly.
At least in my opinion this is the way it has been going. And yet adoption fees for cats have to be almost at a free level because there are just too many available for society to choose from.
Gee, I wonder who`s fault that is?? Mine? Yours? Yes, its our fault for not working harder to inform, educate and put a stop to indiscriminate breeding in the cat population. It cracks me up to see kittens for sale on the popular sites. FOR SALE!!!! ROFL.
We need to find a way to begin Neuter/Release programs for our Ferrel colonies and to build a clinic where neuter can be affordable to everyone who can get there.
Then theres the matter of the T.O Humane Society. In my opinion, Tim Trow is a gangster in a fat suit. He has caused endless suffering for thousands of animals in his charge ever since he was first elected to his post. I pray for Karma once again to intervene and put him in jail. He deserves no less that Vick for his actions . JMO of course.
There will be Christmas at my house . The animals and I will have each other and will be thankful for a roof, warmth, and food. I have become a bit jaded with family Christmas`. Theres always someone who didn't get what they wanted and someone who sits under the tree and cries for the past . This is a time for joy and singing. My kids will all go their own ways this year. My Mom will be happy at my sisters. I will enjoy the peace and love of my dogs and cats.
Being `animal poor` isnt always a bad thing when there is so much more to it than hair and slobber. I chose to be an animal mom. I live the life I have always wanted. My love and respect for Gods creatures overshadows the sadness that surrounds us all with wars, both National and family , death and taxes.
Its just better this way right now. Its been a horrible year for everyone. This one day of the year, I would like peace to surround me.
And all of you who read this drivel .
Tobey is still with me although not so quick as he was last winter. Here he is trying gallantly to get up the steps. Kira is in good shape . Jack is the look- out boy and takes his work seriously , especially at 2 am if a car goes by on the road.
I really do wish you all love and joy during this most Christian of seasons. Forget the gifts. This is the season of miracles, blessings and love.
So to all of you , Merry Christmas. May God Bless you .

Sunday, June 14, 2009

4000 and counting

June 2008, Wag the Dog Blog posted this statistic.

Roughly 4000 dogs have been killed in Ontario since the ban was enacted - because of their appearance.

- The population of all three banned purebreds in Ontario is less than 1,000 and only one purebred is among the dead.

It is now June`09. Whats the count ? Do you care?

Does anyone wonder whats going on here or why they continue to kill dogs that have done absolutely nothing wrong but be born? MCGUITY SAYS IT MUST BE . HE IS THE NEW ALPHA AND OMEGA . IN HIS OWN MIND.

Here`s a posting from Nathan Winograd, No Kill Advocate and distinguished writer of Redemption. It is an actual excerpt from a pound log .

Puppy number 43063 was never put up for adoption and was killed for one reason and one reason only: Puppy number 43063 was identified by the shelter as a pit bull mix. On the puppy’s pre-euthanasia report, the official reason for euthanasia is typed in as “breed.” Let me repeat that. The recorded reason for why puppy number 43063 was killed under current shelter policies was “breed.” That reason at some point was crossed out in ink and “behavioral observations” was written in its place. Behavioral observations. The shelter’s canine behavior assessment for puppy number 43063 notes that the puppy, “Approaches the front of the kennel seeking evaluator’s attention. Happily greets evaluator. Is sociable. Initiates gentle, physical contact. Wanted to be in evaluator’s lap. Moves closer for further attention. In evaluator’s lap playing. Wiggly. Leans against you. Bouncing around. Very lovey.

O.K. got that??
Do you see what the Breed Specific Law is doing?
Yes, its killing innocent animals . But have you really looked into it?
The base of this law is to forbid we people of Ontario to possess the animal companions of our choice. Choice has been taken away.
Who are the ones to say what breed a dog is?? Anybody at the pound!! And they don`t know f___K all about dog breeds, let me tell you. They get warm furry bodies, wait 3 days and kill them off. These deadly , killing machines must die. Give me a friggin break.
The law says a pound `MAY` kill a suspected `pitbull or mix`` . It does not say they MUST kill the dogs . They have the option of sending the dog out of province themselves , or to a rescue that will whisk the dogs away to safety.
What happened to getting a second unbiased opinion? How about individual evaluations ?
MY point is, WHY SHOULD HAPPY , HEALTHY , INNOCENT PUPS HAVE TO EITHER DIE OR LEAVE??
This Liberal Government, under Mr McGuinty, has continued to chip away at my rights on a weekly basis. If I hadn`t gotten so riled about the BSL, I would never have awoke to see exactly what this scum sucking ass hole is doing.
He isn`t part of any democratic union that I can see. He is a little dictator, telling me what I can and cant do and what I can and cant own . I no linger have the right to choose the dog I want to share my life with. I no longer have the right to drink or smoke if I want to and where I want to.
I cant talk on my cell phone and drive. I never did because its stupid, but why the hell did a law have to be passed to say so. Drinking and driving is also stupid. Humans know that. Why lower .08 to .05? One is as bad as another but they had to have a law. Kids cant be in my car if I smoke. I know that. Why the need for yet another law.?? I am up to my neck in laws. I cant smoke on the street. I cant have a smoke with my coffee at a sidewalk cafe. I cant walk here or drive there. How many more friggin laws have to be written before someone gets angry and goes postal on McGuinty`s ass??
I am an adult. I have worked most of my life and paid my own way. I have raised a family.
MCGUINTY, STOP TAKING AWAY MY FREEDOM. I AM NOT AN AXE MURDERER OR TERRORIST. STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO.
I am quite capable of making my own choices and my own decisions.
This is my damn country and my damned money has paid his wages . Likely paid for his hospital bills when he was born. He and his over paid lackeys make all these petty laws to corner us , then he taxes the shit out of us so we cant afford to fight him on anything. If we try to fight him, he poo-poo`s us as the crazy minority.
Oh really!!!
My Grandfathers family , my grandmothers family, my father and my uncles fought for my freedoms. I am suppose to have freedoms...most of which have been taken away from me in my own home of Ontario. The Government has made sure that I will remain in poverty until I die. ( I didnt work for CAW companies to pay for a golden retirement and I certainly never worked for the government)
Will someone please kick this guy in the ass and tell him he`s wrong . Thousands of us `crazy dog people` have tried. He doesn`t hear us. Soon there will be no breeds that are safe in Ontariostan. This pitiful little man will continue to add more dog breeds to the endangered list as more dogs bite humans, because the voters allow him to continue. If this guy would see the light, dogs bite for a reason. We need to educate humans on how to associate with dogs, how to act around dogs, how to love dogs as they are and not keep thinking of them as four footed humans who understand what we are telling them. Dogs need to be taught with love and guidance .People are no different in that respect. He cant tell a hound from a hot dog for gawds sake and he aint all that good with us poo` folk either.
But I digress.
Please look at all the tiny new laws that the Fibrels have tabled lately.
Tell me there isnt one of them that you are upset about. Can you?
Do you see yet?
Its about rights and freedoms, folks. Now the OSPCA can come into my house and take my dog if they want to. Nice. My home is no longer my sanctuary and safe haven. My world is full of useless laws and so much tax that I find it difficult to remain calm .
The dogs are dying because no one cares about human rights.
For God Sake, Do Something.
When you do understand why we dog people are fighting so hard for the American Pitbull Terrier and their relatives, you will understand that the fight is about all of us , for all of us and not only my dogs.
There but for the grace of God go I.
Dead is Dead. We cant bring back thousands of innocent (dogs)(relatives ) but we can bring back some sense and our hard earned freedoms . But we have got to get it together .
Thanks Uncle Fred, Dad, Uncle Ang. I bet you are rolling over in your graves.
Later

Friday, June 12, 2009

Something has to give.

I am going to sue the Ontario Government for pain and suffering. I think about a trillion dollars will do. Our wonderful Supreme Court, in its infinite wisdom,has refused to hear arguments against the BSL. That`s so much bull. They haven`t even heard the friggin` evidence. The real evidence. Not the crap that spewed forth during the hearings. Everytime an innocent pup dies just because it might be a `pitbull` I get a little crazier, a little more cynical, a little more angry. And this isn`t just me. Thousands of us are at war here . We are all feeling the same way. I have a problem with public speaking so can`t even think about talking to these dummies. But there are intelligent , highly respected , good people out there that are fighting every minute of the day to save even one of the innocent dogs that pour through the pounds daily. And DIE. Mr McGuinty is an ass.
I no longer have any rights. You don`t either.
I do have a question. Why the hell do we have a humane society? ospca? whatever....
Why aren`t they putting their donation money into the fight against the BSL?
They know its wrong . They know its deadly. They are supposed to protect the animals and their rights. Why aren`t they doing that?
But I can answer that one myself, cant I? They get so much damn funding from the government they can`t kick up any dust. They can`t bite the hand that feeds them. How bout this , ass holes. No more donations for you until the BSL is thrown out.
And you can take your Animals for Research Act and stick it because you certainly don`t give a shit about animals at all unless there`s a big dollar sign attached to it.
I don`t think I`ve been this angry in my life. I want my family and friends and anyone who can see or hear me to check into the BSL., find the facts and not the gossip about `pitbulls` and join the fight. We have to do something before we aren`t allowed to own a poodle without worrying whether its a killer or not according to the government.
We already have all the laws we need to keep dangerous dogs under control. We already have laws that charge the owners of those dogs for harm done. We don`t need to kill innocent dogs for no reason.
All dogs deserve a fair and proper evaluation before they are even considered as dangerous. And even then they don`t need to die. There are ways to retrain dogs. Its the people I`m afraid of.
Later

Monday, June 8, 2009

I`ll see you again Rooster

Grief
by Norah Leney

Deep sobs -
That start beneath my heart
and hold my body in a grip that hurts.
The lump that swells inside my throat
brings pain that tries to choke.
Then tears course down my cheeks -

I drop my head in my so empty hands
abandoning myself to deep dark grief
and know that with the passing time
will come relief.

later

ROOSTER

2:00 a.m. I hear him whimper. Right on time for his night feeding. I pick up his warm little body and hold him close talking to him while I get him something to drink. He looks at me, sighs and takes his last breath. I`m numb. I sit cuddling and rocking him as I have done so often over the past week. If I let go of him now, it`s forever..I stay awake the rest of the night.

Six weeks ago I got a call from a great family who had brought home a two week old pup and really didn’t know how to care for a baby animal. They were directed to me and I took up the task. This was something I could do well, so I thought. Roosters
story started two weeks before that when he was born into a crack house situation . Rooster`s family, then Beau, saw an ad on the infamous KIJIJI for shepherd x pups and went to London to pick their new family member. There was a discussion of money, the deal was sealed that this baby boy would have a decent home in the near future. Shortly after that visit, our good family got a call to come and get their pup as Mom wasn’t feeding the babies and the woman wanted her money `right now`.
Mom WAS feeding the babies. Crack Addicts always find a way to get their fix.
And Beau came to my house. You all know about the special formulas and mixes and concoctions that we rescuers have come up with to give almost new borns the best possible chance so I wont go into that.
Beau and I settled into a routine of food , play, sleep and he thrived. He was doing very well, so well , I changed his name to Rooster because as soon as there was any light in the room , he would start a little puppy barking act . His little body got fat . He loved wandering in the grass and he was learning so much about life. He refused to eat any kibble but that didn’t concern me. I felt since he hadn’t had proper nourishment enwomb and after birth that he was enjoying the fabulous soft puppy meals he was getting on command. He was eating and drinking on his own so I sent him home to his good family.
But, I did tell them to get him to a vet for a check up asap. They did. He went down hill from there.
I hadn’t asked what breed he was when they needed help. When I was told ShepX, I felt someone either lied to them or there was something wrong with him. He was so tiny, so fragile, so loved.
. I was their last resort. I am humbled, and grateful at the same time. Knowing a special pup for a short time grows an old heart like mine a few sizes . There are more babies that need saving and I need more heart to do that, now that another piece is gone.
Something inside of me said this was going to be a life fight and I was right. The day they brought Rooster to me for the last time, I offered them one of the pups that were here . The good family now has the new family member they wanted. Rooster is safe in Gods arms , surrounded by other little guys like him .
And my heart is broken.
I`ll bury him under the biggest maple in the yard after I kiss him goodbye.
Later