December 12, 2013
I found her about an hour ago when I went to feed. ebony has been ill as a chronic URI cat for the last several years since her arrival here. I think she was becoming resistant to the meds as she has been slipping in her URI control these past few months. we were just talking about upping her meds again the other day and seeing if we couldn’t get her back track. I didn’t see her death coming tonight tho, I thought she still had lots of time left. the problem is I never knew how old she was, just that she was a senior cat.
ebony and chief came from a hoarder…cages and carriers stacked one on top of each other in a dark and airless garage. the cats were living in filth and most were without food and water.
chief and ebony probably did not know each other there, the cats were in separate crates. but maybe they shared and heard each others distress for all of those years.
chief will miss his very best friend and I will miss seeing them curled up together and content with their friend.
I am sorry we couldn’t give ebony back her health but I think she did find some comfort and contentment here.
rest in peace ebony, you deserved so much better.
December 11, 2013
First, here are the newest saints
Fairlane – a beautiful, long haired, easy going, big boy. Fairlane is friendly, though may seem a bit shy at first. He is a healthy, gentle, lovely cat, likely about 10 years old.
Daisy – is a senior cat that was a favorite in her former shelter. She is a quiet and sweet cat with some health issues.
Darby – was a home surrender for biting. He is a very sweet and needy dog who was probably in the wrong home.
Shep – is a 12 yr old shepx from the spca. He had a dental done and is on pain meds for his arthritis and some other things. He is very sweet and gentle dog that gets along well with cats and other dogs.
Bobbi – was a stray who was lucky enough to find herself at saints during a cold snap. She will never be without food and a warm bed again!
and here are a few favorites from the last few weekends (sorry for the lack of barn guys photos but its been too cold outside for me and also with the septic works its a pain to get around).
Jake – I know! tell me about it. The septic work meant I wasn’t about to go down for runs in the lower field for a week!
Fernando is such a cutie!
Crash is so beautiful
Buddy is serious most of the time and but also be very silly when he plays
Jesse with his bestie, Andy!
Roxy takes a great photo but still scares the crap out of me!
Odie has been a good streak!
I love all of the following cats and would take them all home if I could!
sorry..I will try to do the updates tomorrow …..there actually are quite a lot.
December 10, 2013
there was a post on one of the boards about problems with a foster to adopt…and it brought to mind the possible problem surrounding foster to adopts..namely the animal is in a home and essentially beyond the reach of the rescue. this is because many folks use the same contract for foster to adopts as they do for outright adoptions..they just say somewhere that the contract is not official until A,B,C have been completed.
rescues need two entirely separate contracts…one for adopters and one for fosters…no one can be both of these things at the very same time on the same piece of paper.
foster agreements must be crystal clear as to who actually legally owns the animal..this can be substantiated by not only the contract signed but also by the verifiable responsible actions of ownership of the rescue involved. like…do not send out animals with foster to adopt contracts that state said animal will be spayed/neutered by X date. all animals must be spayed/neutered, tattoo’d or microchipped and paid for by the rescue BEFORE the animal leaves rescues care. all vet care must be provided by the rescue to any animal in foster care..if foster families decide to cover some of the vet costs themselves, this becomes a donation to the rescue and requires a tax receipt. never let it be murky or unclear or open to discussion as to who is the actual legal owner of any foster animal. a foster animal is an animal belonging to the rescue. an adopted animal once officially adopted belongs to the adopters.
foster to adopts go sideways if we use them as a..well..hmmm…lets look and see. either the home is a good match for the animal and we are sure this home will meet our recommendations and expectations of care to be provided or they are not. we are adopting to homes who with our due diligence, we are assured meet the animals needs and comply with our contracts. we are not adopting on a wish or a prayer or even a possibly maybe.
I do not care how good a home may be..if I get the slightest inclination that the potential adopter may be hesitant about following thru or adhereing to the contract..could be they do not like the have to return clause..they may not like the cannot euthanize clause…or the part that gives us the legal authority to immediately claim any of our animals who may end up in a shelter somewhere..that adoption is dead in the water immediately.
when we allow or expect foster to adopts to do rescue’s very most basic work like spay/neuters, tattoo’ing…how were we in fact the rescuers? it will look to any judge and jury that we took an animal in, did pretty much nothing at all and then passed him or her on to someone who did quite a bit more for the animal than the rescue actually did. and an unclear foster to adopt contract is not going to help all that much. the contract itself makes it clear that we intended to adopt the animal to this person, this person has done some of the owner type basic legal responsibility things…food, shelter, vet care…if they didn’t meet our full not legally enforceable wishlist, the courts will not care.
foster are fosters.
adopters are adopters.
and neither is both at the very same time.
December 9, 2013
I rarely pay attention to what is going on around me in the outside world. but I am so sad to hear of the passing of nelson mandela. we have so few real hero’s amongst us anymore.
a quiet man, a peaceful man, a forgiving man who spent his life to heal a nation.
such a loss.
what is interesting about rescue is the whole spectrum of various beliefs, practices, mores, morals involved. and how those mores shift and change depending what kind of animal is involved. and because we are human..we all think our own personal thought processes are the only ones that make any sense at all.
I have said it before, there are a thousand different ways to climb up a mountain….some ways are easy, some are hard, some paths are clearly or confusingly marked.
I think rescue success is not so much based on the path you choose to climb..i think it is based on the true motives behind you as you do climb. most people in rescue want to help animals..yes there are a few power or prestige seekers and yes like any enterprise, there are folks in it looking to fill their pockets. but on the whole most folks in rescue have a deep emotional connection with animals and truly want to make their lives better.
the problem is, as humans…we have problems getting past personalities. we are not grown up enough to separate how we feel about a particular person to look at how they rescue objectively. we throw our personal feelings into the rescue pot and stir it all up so to make sure it doesn’t taste good to anyone.
I have to say, that this bugs me.
none of us are here in rescue to fulfill our own personal needs…we are not here to make friends or to increase our personal popularity ratings. we are here to get animals off of the streets and into somewhere safe and warm. we are here to prevent unnecessary death, suffering, neglect and abuse to the animal victims of uncaring, cruel, ignorant or thoughtless humans.
how we do that is up to us…how successful we are at it mostly does depend on us as individuals and how much effort we are willing to put in to learn, to grow, to try each day to be better than the day before.
it is a journey of self discovery in order to do it better. it is a journey of opening our minds to the possibilities ahead of us. it is a journey with no clear finish line in sight because for most of us this journey continues for our entire lives.
I am better at listing the animals I have failed than I am on the ones that I have helped. my failures are the ones I hold closest, never letting go of, never setting them aside. they are the markers of how I must do better. they help to guide me as I continue on to the future.
no one in real rescue is ever going to get anywhere worthwhile without a ton of heartbreak and deep scars inside them. and the real heartbreak comes when we have screwed up and could have done it better. it has nothing to do with what others are doing or not doing..it has to do with us..alone. how we choose to learn from our mistakes and continue to move on.
the next time someone tells you how someone else SHOULD be climbing the mountain..take a look around you. where are they standing, where are you standing, where are the others standing? and who is not standing around at all but is still climbing up that blasted hill. then decide which way it is that you want to climb and get your feet moving and go.
December 8, 2013
so sorry I ate and ran but there were diabetics waiting at home to poke.
great job AGAIN! ann and allison!
all is well on the chilly saints front..the pipes are still frozen, gilbert is doing ok and everyone seems to be holding their own tonight so I am off to bed.
I had to laugh yesterday when jenn was here…teddy had sightlessly and silently lumbered over to her and was standing with his head against her lower leg, waiting, motionlessly. she was afraid but she slowly and bravely started to scratch his ears, he softly started rumbling like his motor was turning on and then snap,snap,snap..he tried to bite her. as she quickly pulled her hand and leg away from his snapping mouth, she started laughing and said…”he is like a zombie dog!” and I started laughing too because she’s right, he totally is!
so all of you zombie enthusiasts…do I ever have a cool dog for you….TED Z!
little bobbi shop cat is slightly confused. she has been laying in her litter box and peeing and pooping in the soft and comfy, good place to hide/hang out playpen and her litter box is pristine clean. hmm. last night, as I cleaned the playpen all out and placed in fresh comfy towels and fleece, I tried to gently explain the difference to her but I am not sure she quite understood me.
I thought gilbert looked a bit better last night. he was certainly perkier because he pulled the bird cage into his pen and was tossing it around with his head. he also was drinking a bit more from his just plain water bucket so I was happy about that.
if crazy horse does not quit trying to dig out my eye sockets with her freaking sharp talons in the middle of the night…I will either kill her…or end up totally blind. I should get her in to the vets for a nail trim, but quite frankly I am afraid..i can’t even fully imagine the chaos involved if our little T REX goes into the vets.
preacher was gone totally weird..i mean way weirder than usual for him. for the past three days I periodically find him laying on the floor with his head shoved into the cupboard under the sink. he just lays there for what seems like hours and then gets up, finds something more or less interesting to do and leaves. a couple of hours later he is back again, doing the same freaking weird thing. I have looked under there…I have peered closely and I don’t see or hear anything…makes me wonder if he is hallucinating or something.
whatever, how that cat’s brain works is far beyond me and I better get ready for work and quit procrastinating while pondering the in and outs of the odd little ducks living with me.