Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
The Best Christmas Present Ever
Angel Goes to Her Forever Home
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
The Story of Mr. Blue
Mr. Blue, through no fault of his own, found himself at the Bergen County Animal Shelter in Teterboro, NJ. The staff found him to be a friendly, active dog who they knew would make a great companion pet. One of his eyes was surgically removed because of infection due to his lack of previous veterinary care. His remaining eye was damaged also, and would need eye drops for the rest of his life.
All of the staff and veterinarians there fell in love with him. Mr. Blue also attracted the love and attention of a volunteer at the shelter named Mike Pravec. He went to the shelter every day to walk Mr Blue and developed a very special bond with him. Aside from not caring for other dogs too much, Mr. Blue was a typical happy Boston who adores people.
Mike wasn't able to take Mr Blue into foster care because Blue didn't get along with other dogs too well. When he went to the shelter the very kind vet there also took him under her wing. Blue was put in the front window of the waiting room. Otherwise, Mr. Blue might have gone unnoticed. He got great exposure there, and, fortunately, a family went to the shelter for a different reason and fell in love with Blue. They saw Mike sitting in Blue's kennel, holding him and playing with him...... the rest is history.
Mr. Blue went to his new home, and Mike went to the pet store with them and helped to pick out things they needed for him. Mike wrote, "They seem great with him. I'm very happy and grateful for this. This is one of my better days of my life, and I will always remember this moment. But I will also never forget the feeling of loss. I feel happy for him but so sad that I might never see this beautiful boy ever again. I guess that is something we choose and have to deal with. Thanks to all of you that helped."
Mike posted a later update. Mr. Blue's new name is Willie, and Willie was doing well and getting his drops regularly.
Click here to see the presentation that Mike made about Mr. Blue finding a new home
All of the staff and veterinarians there fell in love with him. Mr. Blue also attracted the love and attention of a volunteer at the shelter named Mike Pravec. He went to the shelter every day to walk Mr Blue and developed a very special bond with him. Aside from not caring for other dogs too much, Mr. Blue was a typical happy Boston who adores people.
Mike wasn't able to take Mr Blue into foster care because Blue didn't get along with other dogs too well. When he went to the shelter the very kind vet there also took him under her wing. Blue was put in the front window of the waiting room. Otherwise, Mr. Blue might have gone unnoticed. He got great exposure there, and, fortunately, a family went to the shelter for a different reason and fell in love with Blue. They saw Mike sitting in Blue's kennel, holding him and playing with him...... the rest is history.
Mr. Blue went to his new home, and Mike went to the pet store with them and helped to pick out things they needed for him. Mike wrote, "They seem great with him. I'm very happy and grateful for this. This is one of my better days of my life, and I will always remember this moment. But I will also never forget the feeling of loss. I feel happy for him but so sad that I might never see this beautiful boy ever again. I guess that is something we choose and have to deal with. Thanks to all of you that helped."
Mike posted a later update. Mr. Blue's new name is Willie, and Willie was doing well and getting his drops regularly.
Cindy, the new owner, reports that Mr. Blue..."Willie" is loved by everyone, behaves at home and is very playful and full of energy. He also plays soccer...and apparently not just pushing the ball...I was told "you gotta see this!" He not only pushes and kicks the ball, but also plays goalie, and very well." Congratulations to Mike for helping out with this little one and making sure that he found a loving home, and to Cindy, for providing that home for him, and to NEBTR for working with Mike and the shelter to assist in finding that home.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Pictures of Madison, Our Newest Foster
Hello everyone, here are some pictures of Madison, the 9 year old owner surrender we picked up this morning. Aside from being scared and confused, she's doing ok. She's a cute little thing, maybe 15-16 lbs and Molly is being very patient with her staying in her favorite room, the kitchen!
-- Vicki Rowe
Friday, December 25, 2009
Christmas at Rainbow Bridge
by Terri Onorato
Like magic the clock approaches midnight and a great stirring is heard in the distance. Each Bridgekid stops and listens, knowing the time is near, and they choose a fleecy cloud on which to snuggle. The roar of purrs drops to barely an audible hum, the babbling brook ripples hypnotically and the flutter of downy feathered wings fall silent. Heaven's spirited toddlers climb expectantly upon the laps of angels while babies coo in tranquil unison.
As the midnight hour approaches on Christmas Eve, a tremendous celebration begins. If you listen closely you will hear the exuberant sound of Bridgekids preparing for the remarkable moment that comes but once a year. Puppies romp through the tall green grass, chasing butterflies and rolling over and over until fits of giggles bring them to a tumbling stop. The volume increases as kittens, cats, tigers and lions purr in pure delight while the wings of snow white doves gently caress the air. The babbling brook that runs beneath Rainbow Bridge overflows onto the edge of mossy banks and fins of treasured aquatic life quiver in anticipation of this most joyous event.
Nestled in the midst of this happy choir of Bridgekids are the littlest angel tots staring in awe at the majestic Christmas tree adorned with flowing strands of angel hair. Effervescent, twinkling stars seesaw elegantly from the sky and land in glorious harmony upon the stoic limbs of Heaven's most perfect Christmas tree. Swaying to and fro in nearby rocking chairs are grandmothers, grandfathers, parents, aunts, uncles and loved ones. The sound of their whispered lullabies permeate the air as they sing to tiny angel babies resting quietly in their arms.
Like magic the clock approaches midnight and a great stirring is heard in the distance. Each Bridgekid stops and listens, knowing the time is near, and they choose a fleecy cloud on which to snuggle. The roar of purrs drops to barely an audible hum, the babbling brook ripples hypnotically and the flutter of downy feathered wings fall silent. Heaven's spirited toddlers climb expectantly upon the laps of angels while babies coo in tranquil unison.
Amidst the warm glow of candle light which rises from the earth below, the arms of the Bridge Keeper envelop the heavens and into the precious hands of each child and in front of each animal a holy gift is placed. With grand exuberance the ribbons are removed and left to fly on a tender breeze where they dissolve into showers of angel dust. As the golden lids of these heavenly gifts are raised, an amazing aura fills the sky, reaching down to the very core of the earth. Ascending from each and every box is the greatest gift of all…unending, unconditional, all-encompassing love. This blessed love gently wraps itself around the cherished souls of heaven, warming their hearts with beacons of radiant light and bringing forth from angels an exquisite chorus. As the clock strikes midnight the distance between heaven and earth is vanished. It is at this very moment on Christmas Eve that the Bridge Keeper, His children, angels and Bridgekids send a message to their earthly loved ones on the wings of this unbridled love.
Listening carefully with an open heart we will hear the familiar voice of our own angel whisper softly into our ear their Christmas message..."Let me share with you this love of mine, always and forever. When you need me know that I am here. I have not left you for I am in your heart where I belong. Our love is eternal as is the brilliant glow of candlelight which illuminates the path to the heavens and Rainbow Bridge. I wait patiently as do you for our inevitable and glorious reunion. I love you, I love you, I love you."
-- Christmas at Rainbow Bridge
Like magic the clock approaches midnight and a great stirring is heard in the distance. Each Bridgekid stops and listens, knowing the time is near, and they choose a fleecy cloud on which to snuggle. The roar of purrs drops to barely an audible hum, the babbling brook ripples hypnotically and the flutter of downy feathered wings fall silent. Heaven's spirited toddlers climb expectantly upon the laps of angels while babies coo in tranquil unison.
As the midnight hour approaches on Christmas Eve, a tremendous celebration begins. If you listen closely you will hear the exuberant sound of Bridgekids preparing for the remarkable moment that comes but once a year. Puppies romp through the tall green grass, chasing butterflies and rolling over and over until fits of giggles bring them to a tumbling stop. The volume increases as kittens, cats, tigers and lions purr in pure delight while the wings of snow white doves gently caress the air. The babbling brook that runs beneath Rainbow Bridge overflows onto the edge of mossy banks and fins of treasured aquatic life quiver in anticipation of this most joyous event.
Nestled in the midst of this happy choir of Bridgekids are the littlest angel tots staring in awe at the majestic Christmas tree adorned with flowing strands of angel hair. Effervescent, twinkling stars seesaw elegantly from the sky and land in glorious harmony upon the stoic limbs of Heaven's most perfect Christmas tree. Swaying to and fro in nearby rocking chairs are grandmothers, grandfathers, parents, aunts, uncles and loved ones. The sound of their whispered lullabies permeate the air as they sing to tiny angel babies resting quietly in their arms.
Like magic the clock approaches midnight and a great stirring is heard in the distance. Each Bridgekid stops and listens, knowing the time is near, and they choose a fleecy cloud on which to snuggle. The roar of purrs drops to barely an audible hum, the babbling brook ripples hypnotically and the flutter of downy feathered wings fall silent. Heaven's spirited toddlers climb expectantly upon the laps of angels while babies coo in tranquil unison.
Amidst the warm glow of candle light which rises from the earth below, the arms of the Bridge Keeper envelop the heavens and into the precious hands of each child and in front of each animal a holy gift is placed. With grand exuberance the ribbons are removed and left to fly on a tender breeze where they dissolve into showers of angel dust. As the golden lids of these heavenly gifts are raised, an amazing aura fills the sky, reaching down to the very core of the earth. Ascending from each and every box is the greatest gift of all…unending, unconditional, all-encompassing love. This blessed love gently wraps itself around the cherished souls of heaven, warming their hearts with beacons of radiant light and bringing forth from angels an exquisite chorus. As the clock strikes midnight the distance between heaven and earth is vanished. It is at this very moment on Christmas Eve that the Bridge Keeper, His children, angels and Bridgekids send a message to their earthly loved ones on the wings of this unbridled love.
Listening carefully with an open heart we will hear the familiar voice of our own angel whisper softly into our ear their Christmas message..."Let me share with you this love of mine, always and forever. When you need me know that I am here. I have not left you for I am in your heart where I belong. Our love is eternal as is the brilliant glow of candlelight which illuminates the path to the heavens and Rainbow Bridge. I wait patiently as do you for our inevitable and glorious reunion. I love you, I love you, I love you."
-- Christmas at Rainbow Bridge
On Christmas Morning
On Christmas Morning...
I wish, for every dog searching trash cans for breakfast, a filled bowl with his name printed in bright letters.
For every dog who slept fitfully last night, chained unmercifully
in a frozen yard, a soft, warm bed with a person snoring gently nearby.
For every shelter dog, spending Christmas morning in a shamefully soiled run, a forever home filled with sounds and smells of a loving family.
For every "Christmas" pup given thoughtlessly as a "present" today, a tolerant, caring owner who won't abandon you as you grow into a real dog.
For every ailing pet, enough money for your owner to pay the bills to make you well.
For every lost dog, a clear, safe road and well marked path to lead you home.
For every old and tired friend, a warm fire and soft bed to ease your aches and pains.
For every Heart Dog at the Bridge, a moment when you know that you are remembered today, missed again and loved forever, that a loving God has a special place for you with Him, until I arrive to meet you in His heavenly home some day.
Author Unknown
-- Contributed by Shela Walton
Thursday, December 24, 2009
The Twelve Canine Capers of Christmas
(As Told By a Naughty Dog)
Psst . . . all you fellow mischief-makers out there: when your human is not looking, check this out. For the puppies, this all probably comes naturally. However, all of you "trained" pooches might need a refresher. Here are some tips to really live it up on Christmas. It's the perfect blend of naughty and nice. Oh, and to the German Shepherds: Loosen up, ya goody-goodies, and live like a Lab for the day!
1. On Christmas Eve, remember two very important things: do not bark at Santa, and never take his milk and cookies. You'll thank me later.
2. On Christmas morning, wake everyone up at the crack of dawn. This is especially appreciated if there are no children in the house to do it first.
3. Inspect all of the gifts under the tree. This is your job. The wetter the nose, the better. Get that snout all the way in those gift bags!
4. If you get bored, decorations make great chew toys. Just don't swallow anything. The last thing you want is a trip to the vet.
5. As people arrive at the door, do a little dance around each of them, even if it's just Dad coming back from the garage. They'll love the greeting and you'll get tons of attention.
6. Do your darnedest to wiggle out of those silly hats and outfits. Your human will enjoy the game. Give in and hold still as soon as the camera is put away.
7. Help everyone open their presents. Humans think they can do it all with those opposable thumbs, but they'll appreciate the assistance of your teeth.
8. Assist in the kitchen. Who needs a vacuum when they've got you to clean up?
9. This is your day for begging! Ham it up and you might even get some ham. Just keep your human away from all that "health advice" from vet-types.
10. After dinner, casually linger near the trash. Once they have had enough eggnog, they will never notice you there. This is your time to feast!
11. In the spirit of the holiday, be nice to the cat. I know it's hard, but just try. Trust me. It will shock the humans, and you can chase him all you want the day after.
12. And finally . . . When you're all tuckered out, curl up and take a nice long nap. Snore if possible.
Merry Christmas, fellow canines. Have fun!
Yours Truly,
One Anonymous Sneaky Dog
P.S. When in doubt, just wag your tail (if you have one).Yours Truly,
One Anonymous Sneaky Dog
Rex Finds His Forever Home
I just wanted to share the email I received from SuzAnne, Rex's new mom, this afternoon:
"Hi Heather:
Rex is doing great. He is fitting in perfectly and getting along with my Yorkie. He's a funny guy. I left him alone for an hour out of the cage and he didn't do a thing. He loves to play and run around and he follows me everywhere.
He is also eating and going outside to the bathroom. He is quite the snorer too, so he slept in his crate. I'm so happy I got him and thanks for taking such good care of him.
I'll keep you updated.
Happy Holidays,
SuzAnne"
I'm so happy he found such a wonderful home - and just in time for Christmas!
Heather
Wharton, NJ
Monday, December 21, 2009
Christmas Comes for Manley
Blow is a photo of "Manley". He is the permanent foster of Jane Tirc. Manley recently had an eye removed and now, in time for the holiday, has found an angel sponsor in Jade Wanner. This was a Christmas present from her Mother Debbie Wanner, who is a member of our group. Thanks so much to Jane, Jade and Debbie! What a wonderful gift to Manley!
Manley the blind Boston Terrier, was found wandering the streets of Long Island, alone, on a rainy night. A good Samaritan stopped and picked him up and rescued him and contacted the NEBTR, where Jane Tirc provided a warm and comforting foster home. A story has now been written about Manley for the Amityville Record. Attached is a copy of that story. The story was written by one of the wonderful people who came to his rescue. It's a great one, and Manley thanks everyone who helped save him with endless kisses!
Manley the blind Boston Terrier, was found wandering the streets of Long Island, alone, on a rainy night. A good Samaritan stopped and picked him up and rescued him and contacted the NEBTR, where Jane Tirc provided a warm and comforting foster home. A story has now been written about Manley for the Amityville Record. Attached is a copy of that story. The story was written by one of the wonderful people who came to his rescue. It's a great one, and Manley thanks everyone who helped save him with endless kisses!
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Successful Fundraiser at Saucon Valley
I would like to thank Jessica, Lisa (and boyfriend) and Debbie for helping to make another successful event at the Paws to Tail pet supply store in Saucon Valley PA.
In four hours we raised $310.00!!!!!
That's $78 per hour.
Great job team. And thanks to everyone for coming out to support us!
-- Cynthia Musselman
In four hours we raised $310.00!!!!!
That's $78 per hour.
Great job team. And thanks to everyone for coming out to support us!
-- Cynthia Musselman
Monday, December 14, 2009
BFFS - Macie and Rosie
Had to share these photos of Rosie and our Chihuahua, Macie. They are BFFs... never too far apart from one another, or from my husband. Rosie loves to sit behind him on the couch. :-)
- Amy Jansky
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Meet Pixie
Hi everyone,
We picked up Pixie last night in Allentown. So far she's trying to fit in, although she's not too pleased with the downpour this morning. She's a bundle of energy and she thinks she's the boss, although Chooki will help change her mind on that. She's definitely a little love bug.
- Jeff Cawthorne
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Norman Wants His Christmas Present
Wanted to share this pic... Norman somehow knows that there is a new squeaky ball for him in the box of Christmas stuff I ordered. He left his favorite ball outside in the snow this AM, so thinks it's only fair for him to have his new one now. He keeps staring at the boxes, occassionally crying. I can't look at him too long because he's acting so pathetic, I know I'll give in... probably time for me to put on my snow boots and find the ball outside!
-- Amy Jansky
Hope all your fur-kids are enjoying the snow as much as mine. :-) We had about 4 inches here.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Letter to NEBTR
Dear NEBTR,
As I sit here I look into the face of the best friend I have ever known and know his little body is subcuming to an inoperable cancer. We will make his time comfortable even when our hearts are breaking. The only solace we have is the hope of his life having taught us something to bring to the next of his magnificent species. My boy is a frenchie crossed with boston. He is only five and because I cannot free my mind from the word lymphosarcoma I sometimes distract myself with thoughts of happier days. We hope our boy lives on but when the day comes that we need to put his tired body to rest we will consider your rescue. Thank you for having such a place to protect and assist true companions and wonderful souls.
-- A Friend
Dear Friend,
I want you to know that just an hour ago I sent to my list of volunteers an article entitled "I want to Quit", beautifully written by an overworked and tired and dispirited woman who works to rescue Great Pyrenees. I was feeling very much like her at that time.
I will copy it below.
And now I have tearfully read your note and know why I won't, not yet, as you have just reassured me that there truly are wonderful people "out there" who care, love and provide for their treasured friends as you do.
We are here when you need us. Please know that my heart goes out to you during this very painful time for you.
Sheryl Trent
NEBTR
"I Want to Quit"
Author: Joan C. Fremo
Published on: May 16, 2001
I want to quit!
My health is bad. There are days I feel so terrible that I can barely move. My phone bills are outrageous, and I could have replaced my van with the funds I have spent these last 3 years---on animals that were not my own.
I want to quit!
I spend hours and hours emailing about dogs. There may be 500 messages when I start---and at 4 AM, when I finally shut down the computer, there are still 500 emails to be read.
I want to quit!
Gosh, I haven't the time left to email my friends. I can't remember the last book I read, aand I gave up my subscription to my local newspaper---I used to enjoy reading it, cover to cover, but now it often ends up in the bottom of the squirrel's cage---unread.
I want to quit!
I've spent days emailing what seems like everyone---trying to find a a foster home, help for a dog languishing in a shelter---but his time has run out, and the shelter has had to euthanize to make room for the next sad soul.
I want to quit!
I swear, I walk away from my computer to stretch my legs---let the dogs out---and come back to find another dog in desperate need. There are times I really dread checking my email. How will I find the funds, the help, to save yet another dog?
I want to quit!
I save one dog, and two more take its place. Now an owner who doesn't want his dog---it won't stay in his unfenced yard. An intact male wanders..... This bitch got pregnant by a stray... This 3-month-old pup killed baby chicks...
The dog got too big....This person's moving and needs to give up his pet. I ask you, friends---what town, what
city, what state doesn't allow you to own a pet?
I want to quit!
I just received another picture, another sad soul with tormented eyes that peer out of a malnourished body. I hear whimpering in my sleep, have nightmares for days...
I want to quit!
Many of the "Breed People" don't seem to want to hear about these dogs. Breeders either don't realize, or just don't care, how many dogs of their breed are dying in shelters.
I want to quit!
I just got off the phone. "Are you Pyr Rescue? We want to adopt a male to breed to our female." How many times do I have to explain? I have tried to explain about genetics, about health and pedigrees. I explain that rescue NEUTERS! I usually end up sobbing, as I explain about the vast numbers of animals dying in shelters across the country, as I describe the condition many of these animals are found in. I wonder if they really heard me...
I want to quit!
It is not like I don't have enough rescues of my own to worry about---but others have placed dogs improperly and aren't there to advise the new owners.
I want to quit!
There ARE some unscrupulous rescues out there---hoarders, collectors, and folks who will short change the care of the animals to make a dollar. They save them all, regardless of temperament, putting fellow rescuers and adopters at risk by not being truthful.
I want to quit!
I have trusted the wrong people--- had faith and heart broken...
I want to quit!
AND THEN... My dog, Magnus, lays his head in my lap, he comforts me with his gentle presence---and the thought of his cousins suffering stirs my heart.
I want to quit!
AND THEN... One of those 500 emails is from an adopter. They are thanking me for the most wonderful dog on earth---they cannot imagine life without their friend---their life is changed, and they are so grateful.
I want to quit!
AND THEN... One of my adopted Rescues has visited a nursing home. A patient that has spent the last few years unable to communicate, not connecting---Lifts his hand to pat the huge head in his lap, softly speaks his first words in ages---to this gentle furchild.
I want to quit!
AND THEN... A Good Samaritan has found and vetted a lost baby, "I can't keep him, but I'll take care of him until you find his forever home."
I want to quit!
AND THEN... "Jamie took his first steps holding on to our Pyr." "Joan, you should see this dog nursing this hurt kitten!" "I was so sick, Joan, and he never left my side..."
I want to quit!
AND THEN... I get an email from a fellow rescuer, "Haven't heard from you in a while---you OK? You know I think of you..."
I want to quit!
AND THEN... A dozen rescuers step up to help, to transport, to pull, and to offer encouragement. I have friends I have never seen, but we share tears, joys, and everything in between. I am not alone. I am blessed with family of the heart, my fellow Rescuers. Just days ago it was a friend who shared her wit and wisdom, whose late night email lifted my heart.
Sometimes it is friends who only have time to forward you a smile.
Often, it is my friends who forward me the notices of dogs in need..
There are Rescuers who see a failing transport and do
everything they can to find folks to pull it together for you.
Rescuers who'll overnight or foster your Dog while you seek transport.
There are Rescuers not used to or comfortable with your breed, but who put aside their discomfort to help.
There are Rescuers whose words play the music of our hearts.
Foster homes that love your Rescue, and help to make them whole again---body and spirit.
Foster homes that fit your baby in, though it may not be their breed.
Rescuers whose talents and determination give us tools to help us.
Rescuers we call on for help in a thousand ways, who answer us, who hear our pleas.
Rescuers who are our family, our strength, our comrades in battle.
I know I cannot save every Pyr in need.
I know my efforts are a mere drop in a sea. I know that if I take on just one more---those I have will not suffer.
I want to quit!
But I won't. When I feel overwhelmed, I'll stroke my Magnus's head while reading my fellow Rescuers emails. I'll cry with them, I'll laugh with them---and they will help me find the strength to go on.
I want to quit!
But not today. There's another email, another dog needing Rescue.
As I sit here I look into the face of the best friend I have ever known and know his little body is subcuming to an inoperable cancer. We will make his time comfortable even when our hearts are breaking. The only solace we have is the hope of his life having taught us something to bring to the next of his magnificent species. My boy is a frenchie crossed with boston. He is only five and because I cannot free my mind from the word lymphosarcoma I sometimes distract myself with thoughts of happier days. We hope our boy lives on but when the day comes that we need to put his tired body to rest we will consider your rescue. Thank you for having such a place to protect and assist true companions and wonderful souls.
-- A Friend
Dear Friend,
I want you to know that just an hour ago I sent to my list of volunteers an article entitled "I want to Quit", beautifully written by an overworked and tired and dispirited woman who works to rescue Great Pyrenees. I was feeling very much like her at that time.
I will copy it below.
And now I have tearfully read your note and know why I won't, not yet, as you have just reassured me that there truly are wonderful people "out there" who care, love and provide for their treasured friends as you do.
We are here when you need us. Please know that my heart goes out to you during this very painful time for you.
Sheryl Trent
NEBTR
"I Want to Quit"
Author: Joan C. Fremo
Published on: May 16, 2001
I want to quit!
My health is bad. There are days I feel so terrible that I can barely move. My phone bills are outrageous, and I could have replaced my van with the funds I have spent these last 3 years---on animals that were not my own.
I want to quit!
I spend hours and hours emailing about dogs. There may be 500 messages when I start---and at 4 AM, when I finally shut down the computer, there are still 500 emails to be read.
I want to quit!
Gosh, I haven't the time left to email my friends. I can't remember the last book I read, aand I gave up my subscription to my local newspaper---I used to enjoy reading it, cover to cover, but now it often ends up in the bottom of the squirrel's cage---unread.
I want to quit!
I've spent days emailing what seems like everyone---trying to find a a foster home, help for a dog languishing in a shelter---but his time has run out, and the shelter has had to euthanize to make room for the next sad soul.
I want to quit!
I swear, I walk away from my computer to stretch my legs---let the dogs out---and come back to find another dog in desperate need. There are times I really dread checking my email. How will I find the funds, the help, to save yet another dog?
I want to quit!
I save one dog, and two more take its place. Now an owner who doesn't want his dog---it won't stay in his unfenced yard. An intact male wanders..... This bitch got pregnant by a stray... This 3-month-old pup killed baby chicks...
The dog got too big....This person's moving and needs to give up his pet. I ask you, friends---what town, what
city, what state doesn't allow you to own a pet?
I want to quit!
I just received another picture, another sad soul with tormented eyes that peer out of a malnourished body. I hear whimpering in my sleep, have nightmares for days...
I want to quit!
Many of the "Breed People" don't seem to want to hear about these dogs. Breeders either don't realize, or just don't care, how many dogs of their breed are dying in shelters.
I want to quit!
I just got off the phone. "Are you Pyr Rescue? We want to adopt a male to breed to our female." How many times do I have to explain? I have tried to explain about genetics, about health and pedigrees. I explain that rescue NEUTERS! I usually end up sobbing, as I explain about the vast numbers of animals dying in shelters across the country, as I describe the condition many of these animals are found in. I wonder if they really heard me...
I want to quit!
It is not like I don't have enough rescues of my own to worry about---but others have placed dogs improperly and aren't there to advise the new owners.
I want to quit!
There ARE some unscrupulous rescues out there---hoarders, collectors, and folks who will short change the care of the animals to make a dollar. They save them all, regardless of temperament, putting fellow rescuers and adopters at risk by not being truthful.
I want to quit!
I have trusted the wrong people--- had faith and heart broken...
I want to quit!
AND THEN... My dog, Magnus, lays his head in my lap, he comforts me with his gentle presence---and the thought of his cousins suffering stirs my heart.
I want to quit!
AND THEN... One of those 500 emails is from an adopter. They are thanking me for the most wonderful dog on earth---they cannot imagine life without their friend---their life is changed, and they are so grateful.
I want to quit!
AND THEN... One of my adopted Rescues has visited a nursing home. A patient that has spent the last few years unable to communicate, not connecting---Lifts his hand to pat the huge head in his lap, softly speaks his first words in ages---to this gentle furchild.
I want to quit!
AND THEN... A Good Samaritan has found and vetted a lost baby, "I can't keep him, but I'll take care of him until you find his forever home."
I want to quit!
AND THEN... "Jamie took his first steps holding on to our Pyr." "Joan, you should see this dog nursing this hurt kitten!" "I was so sick, Joan, and he never left my side..."
I want to quit!
AND THEN... I get an email from a fellow rescuer, "Haven't heard from you in a while---you OK? You know I think of you..."
I want to quit!
AND THEN... A dozen rescuers step up to help, to transport, to pull, and to offer encouragement. I have friends I have never seen, but we share tears, joys, and everything in between. I am not alone. I am blessed with family of the heart, my fellow Rescuers. Just days ago it was a friend who shared her wit and wisdom, whose late night email lifted my heart.
Sometimes it is friends who only have time to forward you a smile.
Often, it is my friends who forward me the notices of dogs in need..
There are Rescuers who see a failing transport and do
everything they can to find folks to pull it together for you.
Rescuers who'll overnight or foster your Dog while you seek transport.
There are Rescuers not used to or comfortable with your breed, but who put aside their discomfort to help.
There are Rescuers whose words play the music of our hearts.
Foster homes that love your Rescue, and help to make them whole again---body and spirit.
Foster homes that fit your baby in, though it may not be their breed.
Rescuers whose talents and determination give us tools to help us.
Rescuers we call on for help in a thousand ways, who answer us, who hear our pleas.
Rescuers who are our family, our strength, our comrades in battle.
I know I cannot save every Pyr in need.
I know my efforts are a mere drop in a sea. I know that if I take on just one more---those I have will not suffer.
I want to quit!
But I won't. When I feel overwhelmed, I'll stroke my Magnus's head while reading my fellow Rescuers emails. I'll cry with them, I'll laugh with them---and they will help me find the strength to go on.
I want to quit!
But not today. There's another email, another dog needing Rescue.
Happy Tails Books Features Tinker
Tinker was the featured dog this month at Happy Tails Books. Happy Tails Books collects thought-provoking stories from people who have participated in dog rescue or dog adoption, and compiles them into books that educate and entertain readers! Their "Lost Souls: FOUND!" series of books raises awareness about dog rescue efforts and provides a source of funding for dog rescue groups. Because of their support, Happy Tails Books will be providing a happier holiday for many dogs in need. After six books in seven months they are about to donate more than $3,500 to 34 dog rescue organizations. To purchase this book, go to the Happy Tails site. It would make a great Christmas gift!
Here is Tinker's story.
"Found as a stray, Tinker ended up in a high-kill shelter in the Metro Atlanta area. Luckily someone there had the sense to call The Small Dog Rescue (a no-kill shelter), which took her in. They cleaned up an ulcer on her eye and a tumor on her leg, and then crossed their fingers that her new family would materialize. They waited and waited but received no applications for a year. It looked like Tink was going to become a “forever foster."
At the time, I was finishing up my music therapy internship and exploring the idea of adding a dog to our family. I’ve always been head over heels for Bostons, as I grew up with one who was feisty, bold and a whole lot of love wrapped into a small package. Being fiercely loyal myself, other breeds just didn’t have a chance! We looked and looked until, on Christmas Eve, there, on page 15 of the Boston Terriers on Petfinder.com (yes, there were that many needing homes), we finally found her!
She was old and blind—she had been in a fight while at the shelter and lost vision in her one good eye—but she spoke to my heart. Having worked with children and adults with special needs as a music therapist, the idea of bringing a dog with a disability into our home made perfect sense. Her profile stated that, despite her past, she knew how to love and trust. Upon reading her biography I was positive that she would fit perfectly into our house and family.
I looked at my husband and with the saddest face I could muster asked, "Can we adopt her?"
My puppy dog eyes apparently worked, because in the next moment I was emailing the shelter asking if we could apply. Their policy excluded people in our area from adopting (we were too far away from their headquarters), but I thought I would try anyway.
I’m glad I wrote because we received an email on Christmas morning saying that we could apply for her! "It really IS Christmas!" I shouted as I ran down the stairs.
Being approved to apply turned out to be a double-edged sword kind of gift. Apparently two other families applied at the same time we did, so our joy quickly turned to fear and apprehension. We exchanged emails, phone calls and applications with the shelter for over a month. We walked on eggshells thinking we would lose Tinker, but after a long, difficult wait, Tink’s foster mom chose us! Upon hearing the news, my husband and I rented a car, packed a cooler full of food (we were rather broke, living on one income at the time), and made 12 hours worth of memories as we traveled to Atlanta to pick this little one up.
We made plans with Tink’s foster mom to meet at a Petco® store. I remember that waiting for them to arrive with Tink seemed like an eternity. Her foster was worried that we wouldn't like her; we were nervous that they wouldn't like us. What compounded our anxiety was that when we called to check in, someone from the rescue group told us that Tinker was going on a trip and wouldn't be at Petco®. We hoped that they were confused and that the trip she was taking was with us.
Tinker came to us as an older dog but showed us that she could still learn and grow. We taught her to beg, and when she started jumping on company, we untaught her! She eventually learned that thunder wouldn’t hurt her, and she began sleeping through the night during storms.
From the beginning, this has been an amazing journey of new discoveries every day! And while she is aging now, with her good and not so good days, she is still the most amazing dog I have ever met or owned. Her blindness doesn’t impede her, and she is not afraid to love with all she has. People do not realize this confident little lady can't see a thing as she proudly walks down the street. Tinker is my heart and I am proud to be her seeing-eye person.
By Nick and Vicki Rowe, Northeast Boston Terrier Rescue
On October 5th, 2009, Tink crossed the Rainbow Bridge. Please keep Nick and Vicki, her wonderful parents who gave her the best possible quality of life through her golden years, in your thoughts."
Here is Tinker's story.
"Found as a stray, Tinker ended up in a high-kill shelter in the Metro Atlanta area. Luckily someone there had the sense to call The Small Dog Rescue (a no-kill shelter), which took her in. They cleaned up an ulcer on her eye and a tumor on her leg, and then crossed their fingers that her new family would materialize. They waited and waited but received no applications for a year. It looked like Tink was going to become a “forever foster."
At the time, I was finishing up my music therapy internship and exploring the idea of adding a dog to our family. I’ve always been head over heels for Bostons, as I grew up with one who was feisty, bold and a whole lot of love wrapped into a small package. Being fiercely loyal myself, other breeds just didn’t have a chance! We looked and looked until, on Christmas Eve, there, on page 15 of the Boston Terriers on Petfinder.com (yes, there were that many needing homes), we finally found her!
She was old and blind—she had been in a fight while at the shelter and lost vision in her one good eye—but she spoke to my heart. Having worked with children and adults with special needs as a music therapist, the idea of bringing a dog with a disability into our home made perfect sense. Her profile stated that, despite her past, she knew how to love and trust. Upon reading her biography I was positive that she would fit perfectly into our house and family.
I looked at my husband and with the saddest face I could muster asked, "Can we adopt her?"
My puppy dog eyes apparently worked, because in the next moment I was emailing the shelter asking if we could apply. Their policy excluded people in our area from adopting (we were too far away from their headquarters), but I thought I would try anyway.
I’m glad I wrote because we received an email on Christmas morning saying that we could apply for her! "It really IS Christmas!" I shouted as I ran down the stairs.
Being approved to apply turned out to be a double-edged sword kind of gift. Apparently two other families applied at the same time we did, so our joy quickly turned to fear and apprehension. We exchanged emails, phone calls and applications with the shelter for over a month. We walked on eggshells thinking we would lose Tinker, but after a long, difficult wait, Tink’s foster mom chose us! Upon hearing the news, my husband and I rented a car, packed a cooler full of food (we were rather broke, living on one income at the time), and made 12 hours worth of memories as we traveled to Atlanta to pick this little one up.
We made plans with Tink’s foster mom to meet at a Petco® store. I remember that waiting for them to arrive with Tink seemed like an eternity. Her foster was worried that we wouldn't like her; we were nervous that they wouldn't like us. What compounded our anxiety was that when we called to check in, someone from the rescue group told us that Tinker was going on a trip and wouldn't be at Petco®. We hoped that they were confused and that the trip she was taking was with us.
Tinker came to us as an older dog but showed us that she could still learn and grow. We taught her to beg, and when she started jumping on company, we untaught her! She eventually learned that thunder wouldn’t hurt her, and she began sleeping through the night during storms.
From the beginning, this has been an amazing journey of new discoveries every day! And while she is aging now, with her good and not so good days, she is still the most amazing dog I have ever met or owned. Her blindness doesn’t impede her, and she is not afraid to love with all she has. People do not realize this confident little lady can't see a thing as she proudly walks down the street. Tinker is my heart and I am proud to be her seeing-eye person.
By Nick and Vicki Rowe, Northeast Boston Terrier Rescue
On October 5th, 2009, Tink crossed the Rainbow Bridge. Please keep Nick and Vicki, her wonderful parents who gave her the best possible quality of life through her golden years, in your thoughts."
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