Hurrah! Today my tortie female and one of my ginger males are on their way to the vet. I am extraordinarily lucky. Two lovely ladies in my town provided the traps, picked up the kitties, and will transport them to the vet for Spay/neuter and rabies shot, then return them to my lawn.
Of course, I am “mud” right now in my poor kittie’s eyes. (Spending their day in traps was no thrill for them)
But I am happy to be on an “unwanted litter prevention team.” The Tortie has already produced at least one, and possibly 2 litters in her short life.
Now, if I can just entice the other ginger male into a trap. 4 more traps are poised and ready for a “visitor.” But he’s a wary little guy. Just so I don’t end up with another fat raccoon tomorrow morning!
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Fawn’s Story
Fawn’s owner surrendered her to Pet Pal Animal Shelter after letting them know that she was definitely a “bad dog.”
Bad dog? Poor Fawn had been so ill-treated by her human that she had developed severe skin problems. The dog was suffering from both mange and ringworm, and she must have been excruciatingly uncomfortable.
It took intensive treatment to get her condition under control, and finally her infection began to clear up.
Meanwhile, the Pet Pal staff discovered Fawn had a far more dangerous condition; she was discovered to be heartworm positive. To cure this potentially deadly condition, Fawn will need to undergo a series of costly and painful treatments.
Afterward, Fawn will be on “cage rest” for at least 3 weeks.
And by the way, Fawn is not a “bad dog,” nor is she a “good dog”. She is a GREAT dog.
And someday, she will be placed for adoption, and find her loving forever home.
Helen’s Story
Helen the Tabby lived with a loving owner for 3 years.
When this woman developed serious personal and financial difficulties, she felt she could no longer care for Helen and surrendered the tabby to a county shelter.
Imagine Helen’s sense of loss as her environment changed from a warm lap and daily treats to a cage in a foreign room, surrounded by other distressed and crying felines.
Worst of all, Helen was not adopted and time was running out for her.
In the eleventh hour, Pet Pal Animal Shelter came to her rescue. By now Helen had become extremely lethargic and refused to eat. Tests were performed at Pet Pal to discover the source of her distress, but they all came back negative.
Could the source of her upset be mental rather than physical? The Pet Pal staff removed her to a private area where volunteers and staff now provide constant cuddling and care to this deserving sweetheart. Helen seems to be improving, but what she really needs is a new forever home.
I noticed this little fellow at one of the recent veterinary conventions. I don’t know his name but I think he’s immensely photogenic. I thought perhaps it was some rare breed of Chihuahua, what with his general body type and that little pouf of hair between his ears, but my husband told me he met the dog’s human companion who happily explained their relationship.
I came upon a news story today about the number of homeless
kittens that are turning up in shelters this month. It’s really staggering-
hundreds of the little things with only a few caring humans to take care of
them all.
The mystery is where do the raccoons go when they aren’t invading my compost heap?
I’ve seen them meandering across my back yard at dusk and the next morning find their teeth marks on the watermelon rinds, but it’s not like I live in the forest.
(Thanks to Matt at BatGuysWildLifeService for this photo of a young raccoon)
Here is the completion of Sweetie’s story.
”On Monday morning, June 21st,
I took Sweetie to
took over her care. Dr. Waters spayed her, gave her shots, and treated her for
Lyme’s disease, Ehrlichia and mange- with heartworm treatments. To no one’s
surprise, Sweetie had a list of medical problems, but all were treatable, and
she would soon look and feel well. She spent her first week at the hospital,
lovingly cared for by the doctors and technicians. When I visited her, I wondered how she would
make out going outdoors to the bathroom, worried that she would try to run away
from the staff who were watching over her so carefully. I asked Robert, a
teenage assistant at the Hospital, how her disposition had been, and I dropped
my jaw at his answer. He had just taken her for a walk on a leash. Not once had
Sweetie ever growled at any of the hospital staff, never was she aggressive,
always docile as strangers were attending to her needs, and she willingly allowed
herself to be leashed for a walk.
Another chapter in Lisa’s tale …
“The pattern of my going across the county both days and every weekend to feed Sweetie continued throughout the rest of April. When I would see her outside she continued to run away from me-not very fast, but fast enough. By early May I had a friend to help me and began to accompany me on the weekends. The weather was getting hot. We worried about ticks and the heat. I began making two trips a day on some days, still feeding her and calling her name. In the midst of this people told me that she should be shot or put down if caught and that she would never be socialized and never healthy.
Avril, my friend in the UK, recently purchased some of my sterling silver turtle earrings and wrote me a little of her “terrapin history” to explain her interest…
“We had a couple of red eared terrapins given to us by mum in law many years ago. One got lost in the garden when we were trying to get some sunlight on them to strengthen their shells. We were distraught; a fortnight’s intensive search was fruitless.
Lisa’s heart warming story of a dog’s rescue continues…
“The following weekend I returned. Again a 45-minute drive across the county. The food was gone, but there was no way to determine if she or another wild animal had eaten it. Knowing her comfort with the abandoned house, I decided to begin feeding her there. At that point, I reasoned that at least I would know that she wouldn’t starve, and that hopefully, foraging less would bring a measure of safety.