Archive for the ‘Animal Rescue’ Category

THOSE WHO RESCUE OUR HEARTS

Tuesday, March 2nd, 2010

There are two stories here, both rather sad, unless—like me—you choose to view them as redemptive.

Bud arrived just when he said he would—a few minutes early in fact. He backed the truck slowly up the service drive toward the barn. Ann Marie had finished her business, and she and her vet tech were packing their van. She acknowledged Bud with a small salute.

We watched his arrival from the kitchen window.

“Please,” my daughter said, “could you take my checkbook and pay him? The check’s all filled out except for the dollars. I wasn’t sure of the final amount. And could you also ask Bud to please…take off…the halter?”

Since my self-designed job description was to provide emotional support, I overrode my resistance to go out there. I took the checkbook and went to meet the truck, stepping respectfully around the now-still horse.  The two heavyset men in the cab looked like clones of each other; the one I took to be Bud began backing the truck carefully over the lawn.  The passenger gazed at me dolefully. I went around to the driver’s door. (more…)

BERT, THE CINDERELLA BULLDOG

Friday, October 16th, 2009

dancer06 She is an unlikely fairy princess with her pronounced underbite and her arthritic, bowed legs. Dainty she isn’t. She can snore like a whole chorus of chain saws and has a gas issue that is …. well … astonishing. Still, there are elements of Bert’s story that are the stuff of fairy tales: a dark prison, a wicked stepmother, two pampered and spoiled stepsisters gussied up in Malty-poo costumes and finally—and best of all!—a handsome Prince Charming.

Jim might seem an unlikely Prince Charming—a tall, martial artist with a mellow-bass voice. “I’m not always a terribly nice person,” he says with a laugh. (Although that is not true.) Jim is kind. And his heart was touched by the geriatric English bulldog imprisoned in his sister’s Connecticut cellar.

Bert, originally the pet of Jim’s brother-in-law, had apparently been living in the cellar for some time. First one and then the second Malty-poo entered the household and became the darlings of the residence. The wicked stepmother claimed that Bert did not get on well with the spoiled stepsisters; perhaps that was her justification for keeping the old bulldog imprisoned. And perhaps it is unfair to cast Jim’s sister in the role of wicked stepmother (but we have to make this fairy tale work.) Still, it took all of the Prince’s charm and patience to wheedle Bert out of the dungeon by convincing the stepmother to turn her over to him. (more…)

GOT MICE? ADOPT A BARN CAT

Tuesday, June 30th, 2009

The tipping point came the morning she turned ovdancer05er the hay bale and found the rat’s nest. Rodents are almost a fact of life in buildings where feed is kept for livestock. She understood that. Still … rats! Realizing that even her immaculate grain room—pristine by most barn standards—wasn’t immune to rodents, she started the process of acquiring a pair of barn cats.

Now a barn cat is a different “breed” of cat, and fortunately, there are rescue organizations that recognize this and are dedicated to finding safe, comfortable homes for animals that can’t be house cats. The barn cat adoption program gives these former feline misfits a way to be productive, working members of society. (more…)

Because No Horse Is Safe From Slaughter

Monday, June 8th, 2009

Noir was found in a slaughter pen, waiting—although he didn’t know it—to be transported to Canada or Mexico where it is still legal to slaughter horses for food. A volunteer from New England Equine Rescue (NEER) spotted the black gelding. He was clearly bright. He had obviously been highly trained. And he also had sarcoids on his ear, sheath and chest. The presence of the sarcoids (cancerous growths) suggests the reason he was in the slaughter pen. Sarcoids are expensive to treat, difficult to cure and sometimes fatal. That an animal with sarcoids could even be considered as a food source, provides a peephole into that nasty world where horses are killed to provide “gourmet” meat to places on the globe where horsemeat is considered a delicacy.

NEER volunteers patrol the slaughter pens on bailout missions, looking for horses to save and hauling them into the rescue network. The black gelding was one of the lucky ones. Mary, his rescuer, called him The Trick Horse when she discovered that someone had taught him to bow, to beg and to rear on command and balance on his hind legs. That owner may have fallen on hard times and perhaps sold the horse to a new and less caring owner. His story will probably never be known. Horses in slaughter pens are acquired without disclosure, and fraud and misrepresentation are common. (more…)