Today I give thanks for my life with animals. It started when I was just a kid. I’ve never not loved them. I’ve always wanted them around me. I am 55 years old and there has not been a single Life Stage so far that wasn’t enhanced by the addition of animals. I feel richly fortunate to have spent my life in this way. Of course there has been heartache. For EVERY animal I have loved, there is a scar from the loss of that animal. And if I could keep every animal who enters my life from suffering, I would choose that in a heartbeat. But if I was offered the opportunity to go back and opt out of taking certain animals into my world – the ones who suffered, died too young, or struggled at the end of a long life – I would choose the pain all over again to give and receive the love that flowed between us while they were with me. I have been blessed to give a variety of animals many years of comfort and love; or a few years, or a few weeks, and sometimes only a few days or hours. I have looked into so many pairs of eyes and felt overwhelming love and connection. Knowing in advance how scarred my heart would be after a lifetime of this, would I choose it all over again? You bet I would. I’ve spent my whole life living with animals. And what a wonderful life it is!
Yesterday I talked about my gratitude to the people who read this blog and support my mission in various ways. I could have included Adoptions in that post. But I must say that Adoptions fall in a category of their own. You all know from following the work here that finding wonderful forever homes is about the toughest part of this job. I get REALLY discouraged when months and months go by without a single adoption. I desperately need adoptions because most of the time I am at maximum capacity. I can only save more as space opens up here. Of course, it’s not only that. Sometimes I really feel like my heart will break over some of the cats who have been here so long and who I KNOW would absolutely thrive in homes of their own. I get choked up thinking about some of the cats who are desperate to get from me the few minutes a day of attention I am able to give. There are Wishers here right now who would make SUCH wonderful companions to the right people – if only I could find those people . . . if only those people could find Winnie’s Wish.
I opened this week (in yesterday’s post) with a promise to share my gratitudes concerning animals. And today I offer profound thanks for Adoptions. A form of joy like no other lives in the stories of the Wishers who have been Chosen and the wonderful people who chose them. Yes, I get discouraged when I look into the faces of the Wishers who are ready and waiting for people of their very own. But when I’ve had enough sadness, I scroll down my sidebar – right here in this blogsite – and I replay the stories of the adoptions of cats who are now out there living The Good Life. And recently, as I’ve received some stories from adopters telling me that adopting a Wisher WAS WORTH IT, I am reminded of why I do what I do.
So in honor of this week of Gratitudes – THANK YOU to those of you out there right now who have a Wisher (or two, or three, or four . . .) living in your home. It’s what makes my work worthwhile.
I’m sure many of you are like me. You try to remember to be grateful every day but end up racing around in Life – staying busy and trying to keep all the balls in the air. Sometimes the “gratitude” part of my day gets lost in the shuffle. It’s nice to take a few days in the build-up to Thanksgiving to really focus on gratitude. I’m grateful for SO MANY things in my life. But as far as this blog (being a blog about animals) I want to share my “animal-related” gratitudes this week.
Let me start with my deep deep gratitude for the Holiday Auction to benefit Winnie’s Wish which just ended on Saturday. I hope you know that I pay attention to EVERY donor and EVERY bidder. Thank you so much to everyone who participated in this auction, including Ann of Zoolatry who designed the entire multipage site. And to Andrea . . . anyone who reads here knows that Andrea is a Godsend for the mission here. I am so so so grateful to have Andrea as a part of Winnie’s Wish! (I’m sure we’ll learn more about the final results of the auction in the days to come . . .)
I fear that many of you might tire of how often I thank the folks who help me keep Winnie’s Wish afloat financially. I know it’s more exciting to read a story about a rescue (or an adoption) than to see pictures of Wish List items that arrive here. But there were times when Winnie’s Wish was first getting started that I wondered how I would be able to continue. Since that time, because of the generosity of the people who care about this tiny little rescue here in the middle of nowhere, I have not only been able to continue this work but Winnie’s Wish has grown bigger!
In addition to the very real and practical help that comes from donations, auctions, fundraisers, and Wish List gifts, there is the dedication I have from some of you who keep reading here day after day. Some of you have been with me for years; some of you have just discovered Winnie’s Wish and this blog more recently. But there is a group of you who just keep returning. You are out there rooting for me, crying with me through the heartbreaks, and cheering with me when I finally trap an animal who desperately needs help or when a Wisher gets adopted. And then there are those of you who Share for me. When there is a fundraiser or an adoption plea, you Share on Facebook or Tweet about the need. Those things make a difference!
So today I am grateful for all of you who care about the mission here – to rescue, care for, and find the perfect homes for the animals who find themselves here at Winnie’s Wish.
I would love to be able to blog about Andrea’s Auction to benefit Winnie’s Wish all weekend long. But I’m not going to be able to do that. So let me do one gigantic final push today!! Because we are down to the last four days.
I hope everyone will visit. Maybe you’ll see something you didn’t see the first time you took a peek. As I’ve said before, you can do some Christmas shopping at this Auction. There are gifts for your human friends and family, gifts for your furry friends and family, and gifts for YOU! There are still items that have not received a bid. I’m hoping every item will get at least one bid because everyone who donated an item did so with the intent of helping Winnie’s Wish. That is deeply appreciated here. The other thing that is deeply appreciated is the bidding! Thank you to everyone who has (and still might) bid on something wonderful in this Auction.
The Auction runs through this Saturday. You can visit by clicking here: VISIT THE AUCTION
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I have been sharing some “Where Are They Now” type posts about some of the Wishers who are out there living The Good Life! My goal is to have information available at the click of a picture for people who might be considering the adoption of a Winnie’s Wish cat. These stories will hopefully be testament to the fact that even though a Wisher might be halfway across the country from the adopter, those adopters say it was absolutely worth it to go the extra mile. And for those Wishers who required a little more patience, their families tell me it was worth it beyond a doubt. Yesterday, in my blog post about kittens growing up here, I briefly mentioned that Violet was THE lucky one of the six kittens who came into Winnie’s Wish this Kitten Season. The following story is about the adoption of TWO Wishers. A beautiful adult Wisher was chosen followed a few months later by the adoption of that lucky kitten. Here is their story.
Adopting Jenny (Sugar Cookie)
Heather and Zach’s journey to adopt another cat started in April of 2015. About three weeks before they adopted Sugar Cookie (renamed Jenny), they lost their eight month old kitten, Lt. Dan, due to an inoperable tumor the vet found in his small intestine. Heather, Zach, and Forest Gump, their orange tabby, were devastated. All three had become so attached to Lt. Dan. Heather and Zach could tell that Forest was lonely and needed a companion. So began the search for another cat. After having gone through two “kitten stages” with Forest and then Lt. Dan, they decided to adopt an older cat.
One day, Heather was discussing her desire to adopt again with her sister. Her sister told her she just had to see Sugar Cookie. Heather fell in love instantly and showed Zach. They immediately reached out to Winnie’s Wish. Heather and Zach were nervous to bring in another cat as they were not sure how Forest would handle it; however, they both knew Forest did not need to be alone. After talking with Chrystal for a couple days, Heather and Zach agreed to do a trial run with Sugar Cookie. They knew it was going to be a long process to introduce a new cat to Forest.
It was a rough start at first. Forest was overly interested in the newly named Jenny, and Jenny was spooked easily. Heather and Zach kept Jenny in their bathroom during the night, but allowed her to roam the bathroom/bedroom during the day. This way Forest could still have his bed at night, and they could get used to each other’s scents. They slowly introduced Jenny into the other living spaces under supervision. Forest was used to roughhousing and talking his younger brother. Jenny on the other hand did not like it at all. There were a lot of spray bottle uses on Forest in the beginning.
About a month after adopting Jenny, Heather and Zach moved into a house. This was the best thing they could have done for Forest and Jenny’s relationship. Jenny was no longer in Forest’s house; instead, they were discovering new territory together. It made a huge difference. They are no cuddle buddies, but they can at least stand to be on the bed together.
Heather and Zach are so happy with their adoption of Jenny. She loves to cuddle with Heather and loves having her ears scratched. She enjoys chasing the red dot (laser), sleeping on the heated cat bed, and staring out windows.
Adopting Piper (Violet)
For the next four months Heather and Zach allowed Jenny and Forest to adjust. It turns out that Jenny is a little bit of a diva. She wants to be loved on when she chooses, and wants little to nothing to do with Forest. Truth be told, Forest is too rowdy for Jenny. It broke Heather and Zach’s hearts that they weren’t the best of friends. They knew that this was not the companion that Forest needed. However, Heather and Zach were in love with Jenny and could not fathom the idea of not having her in their lives. They flirted with the idea of a third cat, but were hesitant. Finally, the straw broke and Zach and Heather were ready to adopt a third cat: a male kitten. They agreed that a male kitten was the way to go, as Forest got along so well with Lt. Dan.
Heather had been following the story of Jaws, the kitten with a broken jaw that Chrystal was fostering. Heather contacted Chrystal via email explaining the situation and to see whether they could adopt Jaws. After several emails back and forth with Chrystal, it was decided that Jaws was not a good fit for Forest. Jaws is fragile and would be for a while due to his broken jaw. It would be easy for Forest to accidentally hurt Jaws. They were disappointed, but understood completely.
A couple days letter Heather received an email from Chrystal stating that she knew they wanted a male kitten, but to consider adopting Violet (renamed Piper). She told them that Piper was able to hold her own against Evers, a large male cat. Zach and Heather thought about it and decided it was worth a trial run. Heather met Chrystal half way to pick up Piper. Piper was very vocal the entire ride home. As soon as Heather got home she locked herself and Piper in the guest bathroom that was going to be Piper’s room until she was adjusted. Piper came out of the pet taxi and instantly started loving on Heather. After about 10 mins, Heather sent Chrystal a text saying how in love she was.
The first day was great. Forest and Jenny were very curious. The second day was rough. When Heather got home from work and went to visit with Piper, she was spooked and would not sit still. Heather panicked and emailed Chrystal. They agreed it was likely a result of Piper being in a small room in a new place and alone while Heather and Zach were at work and school. They decided to move Piper to the office so she would have more room to walk and explore. There were no problems after that. Heather and Zach started introducing Forest and Jenny to Piper for short amounts of time, but very quickly it was easy to tell that Piper was going to fit in just fine. By the end of the week Piper was free to roam the house.
It’s been three months since Heather and Zach adopted Piper and things are great. Piper has really taken to Forest. She copies every move he makes. He taught her how to drink from the faucet, and even how to get on top of the cabinets by jumping on the fridge. Jenny has gotten a lot better as well. She tolerates Piper, but gets easily annoyed with Forest, but she’s a diva.
Forest and little Piper
Forest teaching Piper
Piper and Jenny
Jenny, Piper, and Forest - a perfect little family
We have six cats of our own. But for months now, my house has been home to TWELVE felines – our six, a mom cat named Monday and FIVE kittens. When those kittens first entered my home – Jaws, (then Violet who was lucky enough to be adopted as a very young kitten), then Dora, then Monday and her three – I needed to keep them here in my house for a couple of important reasons. One – Jaws had quite a struggle in his very young kittenhood. Dora had health problems, too. Then Momma Monday and Pippin, Clover, and Pipes came along. Pipes had an emergency choking event and had to be fed differently from all the others for a long time. Having them here in my house was necessary so they could be cared for and observed all throughout the day. In addition to reasons of health, I wanted to give these five kittens and Mom Cat Monday the best opportunity to bond with humans and learn about living indoors with other cats and even with dogs. Of course, my own home was never meant to be their final destination. SIX additional cats has turned my home into a zoo (well, a more crowded version of the zoo it already was).
All five kittens are now between 5 ½ and 6 months old. It’s different having kittens of this age running all over the house compared to the little tinies they were when they came here. It is time for them to move to the cathouse. With the bullying in the cathouse behind us (because of the new room and the ability to separate cats who need to be separated), the second purpose for the new addition is kicking in – room for more. Taking Momma Monday and her three kittens out of a life of struggle and continuous breeding wouldn’t have been possible without this new room. The new addition is just sitting there waiting to receive its new inhabitants.
Pippin and Pipes are recovering nicely from their neuter surgeries yesterday. Jaws (who is not a Wisher) will be scheduled soon for his own neuter surgery through the shelter he comes from. That makes it safe to continue to house the three boy kittens with the two girls (Dora and Clover) who will eventually be spayed. So all is good, right?
Well . . .
First of all, the new addition is currently home to a couple of my most easily stressed Wishers – Smokey and Sallie. Cato (foster cat from the shelter) lives with these two in that room. Smokey and Cato are doing great; Sallie doesn’t do great no matter where she is. I have big worries about introducing six new kitties into what has been a very limited world for Smokey, Cato, and Sallie. Cato will probably do OK. Sallie will probably have issues (but seems to no matter what). And Smokey’s biggest fear is other male cats. With the group moving in being all youngsters except for Momma Monday, I’m hoping Smokey will not feel threatened.
But that’s not my biggest concern. What has my stomach in a knot is this. Momma Monday and Clover are still easily spooked. I know they will adjust in the cathouse, but I’ll worry about them being afraid at first. And Pipes and Pippin – well, they have been joining our animals off and on throughout the day for weeks now. They adventure, they play, they find me and ask for attention. I hate to disrupt what they have come to trust. And then there’s the biggest mistake I’ve made in a very long time. I’ve let Jaws and Dora live like they are two of our own family. They are with our cats and dogs and us constantly. If Husband and I sit down in the family room to watch television, Dora gets in Husband’s lap and Jaws gets in mine. They roll around and turn upside down and purr and purr and purr. I had hoped and hoped that they would be adopted together straight from our home into a forever home of their own. Neither of them is going to understand where all of their time with their humans has gone. I know they will play and still have each other. But they are SO used to regularly being in a lap. I should have moved them to the cathouse LONG before now. Every time I think of moving all of these sweethearts out of my home and into the cathouse, it pulls my heart into my stomach.
Hello Pipes and Momma Monday.
Jaws and Dora.
These Wishers will now move to the cathouse where they will spend who knows how long until wonderful folks come along to give them their very own forever homes. If I could have a Wish granted at the blink of an eye, at this moment in time, I would wish for a PERFECT home for Jaws and Dora to go to together. NOW. Keep your fingers crossed, Friends.
This morning I’m off to the vet with Pippin and Pipes for neuters, so I’ll make this short. There is less than a week left for Andrea’s Auction to benefit Winnie’s Wish. In a world that sometimes feels like it’s filled with cruelty, it’s nice to remember how many wonderful people there are all around us. This Auction is such a blessing for Winnie’s Wish. Andrea has been and IS working SO hard. My hope is that this Auction is a RAGING success. There are now over 100 items to bid on. I hope EVERY item gets a bid because everyone who donated an item did so with such a giving heart. Thank you to everyone who is visiting and bidding! Just click here to take a peek.
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With Pippin and Pipes being neutered today, we are only days away from the BIG move for them to the cathouse, along with sister Clover and Momma Monday, and Dora and Jaws, too. That story (and cute pictures) tomorrow.
It’s November 12th. Yesterday I took a picture of something that not only cracked me up but was also quite an anomaly for this time of year. I have a metal flower in my bird feeding area that has a solar light for its center. One of the sunflower seeds that dropped beneath the feeder recently grew into a stalk with leaves right beside this metal flower. I kept watching it, knowing the weather would take it before any blooms had a chance to show up. But yesterday I walked by the feeders and glanced over to see this . . .
The sky was gray and there was a nip in the air. Definitely a November day. But there it was – a big smiling sunflower - sitting there beside the metal one as if to say “Let me show you how it’s done.” What a nice surprise. Hard to imagine that it is really mid-November. Ah, but it is. And that means lots of folks are already Christmas shopping. If you’d like to make that chore a little less burdensome, how about a visit to a great place where holiday gifts abound. You can find decorations, gifts for others, gifts for your pets, and of course . . . gifts for yourself! The place is Andrea’s Auction to benefit Winnie’s Wish. Today is Day Six. So only a little over another week left. I hope you’re visiting. The items are fantastic! And every day there are new items being added. SO many wonderful things. Come join the excitement. Visit every day to keep from missing anything. If this Auction goes as BIG as Andrea wants it to, it could literally fund the operation of Winnie’s Wish for months!
If you can think of ANYWHERE to advertise this Auction, please do. Andrea made a wonderful point to me in a recent email. Wouldn’t it be SUCH a fantastic bonus if people visited the Auction and discovered Winnie’s Wish for the first time . . . and fell in love with a Wisher (or two) they couldn’t live without!
I did a post not long ago highlighting the fact that I rarely write about dogs on this blog anymore. When I started blogging (over five years ago) Winnie’s Wish hadn’t even been thought of yet. I told stories about the dogs and cats I’d rescued over the years and did some posts of rescues in real time, too. Then slowly, as Winnie’s Wish was born and continued to grow, the stories about felines started outnumbering the stories about canines. There are still foster dogs who come and go here. But the majority of stories are about cats . . . because I have the wonderful three-room cathouse now known as Winnie’s Wish.
I do often feel bad about not devoting blog time to dogs. I absolutely LOVE dogs. As I’ve mentioned here before – I have six of my own cats but I have twice that many dogs. Many of my dogs are seniors. And some of them definitely fall into the category of “Ancients.” I thought it might be nice to do a handful of stories about some of my dogs – sort of some Blast-from-the-Past type stories. Many of these stories are in my book so will not be newly entertaining for readers who have been here from the beginning or who have the book. But there are no current cat rescues at the moment. And this blog rarely “goes to the dogs” anymore. So here’s a story about one of my most ancient ones – sweet sweet Rocky.
From the book . . .
We live by a river. My husband says the river is just at a quarter of a mile from us (as the crow flies). To get to the river, we take an old gravel road down the hill and through the woods. The road crosses a creek that can be rushing with water or dry as a bone depending on the rain. The road curves back and forth through the woods and opens into a large field on the bluff. You can drive right up to bluff's edge, and then carefully, down the bluff to the water. The south side of our house faces the river, and there is never a time when that river isn't beautiful. The people who bring their pets to my kennel for boarding often comment on the view. I try to see it through their eyes because I don't ever want to take it for granted.
The river rises and falls depending on the weather and the season. When the river is up, it splashes against the bluff making it impossible to get very close. But when the river is down, there is a sandy/rocky beach that stretches in both directions as far as you can see. These are the "beach days," and they show up in the late summer and extend throughout the fall. This is the best time to get right down by the river. We have camped, had bonfires, strolled along river's edge, and sat in chairs doing nothing more than staring at the river's beauty. When the girls were young, they would run along the beach, picking up special rocks and scouting for the perfect piece of driftwood. They would skip in and out of the willows, stopping to balance on giant tree trunks that the river had deposited on the sand. They would slip into fantasies that only the backdrop of the river could create.
There is rumor that real treasure is buried somewhere on the bluff. There was a fort on the river just east of where we live. One of the state universities was here for quite a period of time excavating in the area of the fort. The story goes that some thugs on the run buried a treasure somewhere in these parts because they had been discovered and were being pursued. For years, we've looked up at that bluff from the riverbank below, hoping to see treasure jutting out from the eroding bluffside. No discoveries to date.
The river has, however, provided treasures over the years. When the girls were little, they would find rubber balls, plastic shovels, tiny army men, and a variety of small toys trapped in the driftwood left behind by a high winter river. There is a rock collection on the window sill above my kitchen sink, along with jars and sandwich bags filled to overflowing with stones and "Indian beads". Rock hunting is an activity you cannot avoid when you're strolling along the river's edge. It is impossible to keep from scouring for that special rock with a hole all the way through, a line of deep color, or the perfect polished surface. And driftwood. Oh, the driftwood. I love it. It appeals to my senses in an extraordinary way. We have pieces of driftwood all over the house and in various places in the yard. The treasure of all treasures is a HUGE piece of driftwood that my husband brought home to me when I was having a bad day. It required the tractor and lots of muscle on his part to bring this piece home. It sits in my bird-feeding area, sprinkled with sunflower seeds. It stands nearly chest high and is one of the most beautiful pieces I've ever seen.
It was during the "beach days" in 2002 that we had gone to the river for an afternoon of relaxation. The surface of the water changes from day to day. On this particular September afternoon, the surface of the river was like glass. Not a ripple anywhere. My husband and I were strolling along water's edge, and the girls were exploring up in the willows. It was a very hot afternoon, not unusual for September around here. At some point, the girls came racing down to the water where my husband and I had stopped to scour through a nice collection of rocks. Surely there was the perfect stone just waiting to be discovered - a treasure to take home with us, a little keepsake from an ideal afternoon. As it turned out, there would be a treasure to discover that day. But it wasn't in the collection of rocks we were digging through. . . .
The girls joined me and my husband as we sifted through the pile. I looked out at the mirror-smooth surface of the river. The sun reflected off the water in a spectacular show of light. The heat was more like that of mid-August; only the continuous breeze off the river kept us from being too hot. Standing over the mound of rocks in the direct sunlight soon became a task too warm to continue. We started to stroll on up the bank.
Between water's edge and the tree line, is sandy, rocky beach. Strolling along, it's hard to take your eyes off the water and the sky. Luckily, the girls were at ages that didn't lend themselves to getting lost in that particular kind of beauty. They were more interested in running back and forth between the water and the willows. They shot off toward the shade of the trees and my eyes followed them, a giant smile on my face at the simplicity of their young lives. I watched them up into the willows and then scanned ahead at the sparkling sand stretching out ahead of us. And something caught my eye.
I know you've done this. You're moving along - your brain is continuously taking in your surroundings and giving you feedback that all is as it should be. Then suddenly, your eyes pick up a shred of information that doesn't fit. Your brain analyzes it immediately, but your eyes have already moved on. All you know in that split second is that something was wrong - something didn't compute. I knew I had just picked up something in my scan that wasn't "river". My eyes shot back over the ground I had just perused. What had I just seen? I couldn't find it. I knew there was something up ahead that wasn't supposed to be there, but I couldn't even decide what it was. We were steadily walking as I tried to study the area we were moving toward. And then it registered. My eyes landed on the oddity again, and this time I comprehended.
I guess if the girls hadn't broken away and raced toward the trees, we might never have discovered the treasure that day. Because that treasure was situated in a depression in the rocky sand, and it wasn't moving. It was stone still. I've seen this many times. Absolutely no movement. A defense mechanism. Without looking directly at it, this particular treasure would have been missed completely. But there it was. Just the very tops of two tiny, furry heads. Puppies. One black, one blond.
I stopped in my tracks. I called up to the girls, and when they looked back, I put my finger to my lips to let them know we had to get quiet. Of course, my girls knew exactly what that meant. Animals. They didn't know if I wanted to show them a bird perched nearby or a deer near the bluff. But they knew my "animal" face, and they both stopped and waited. I motioned them toward me and their father. They eased down to us. Then I pointed toward the two little heads that were barely visible in the shallow hole they were hiding in. We quietly talked about what to do next. We knew they might bolt and run. For sure we would lose them in all of this space. We decided to slowly surround them. At least we would have a chance at grabbing them no matter what direction they might run. We all took our positions and started easing toward the rocky nest. Still no movement. Their mom had taught them well. As we inched closer and closer, four little eyes began to dart back and forth. The fear was taking over. I knew, at any moment, they were going to make a run for it. We kept moving in. The closer we got, the more fear I saw in those eyes. But still no movement on their parts. When we were only a few feet away, I was becoming convinced that the fear had paralyzed them and we just might get the chance to get all the way to them. I motioned to the girls to move on in. Each daughter carefully crawled toward a pup. They got all the way to them, and reached down and scooped them up simultaneously. We had them.
We made our way back down the river to our vehicle. It only took one look to know how needy these two little pups were. They definitely had some type of mange. And they were so skinny that their ribs and hips nearly poked through the skin. Each sat in a girl's lap on the way home, not moving a muscle. These guys had a long haul ahead - they were in terrible shape.
The black one was a boy, the blond was a girl. Very little hair, very little muscle mass, NO fat. These guys should have been roly-poly, fat little puppies. Instead, they were starving to death. Certainly, the lack of fat and fur would not endanger their lives in the kind of heat we were having. But warmer temperatures cause extra itching when a dog is suffering from mange. Oh, the poor little things. Thank goodness we found them when we did. Assuming we could bring them back to health, they now each had a chance at a good life. The girls named the boy Rocky and the girl Carmel.
The rest of the story is the same one you've heard me tell over and over. Small meals throughout the day. To the vet. The skin test diagnosed sarcoptic mange - contagious to us, but easily treated in them. The socialization process didn't take long at all. They became happy, healthy pups. I even had a place to move them to once the treatment for mange was over - we just happened to have built a small shelter area that very summer. Rocky and Carmel moved into the shelter area at the end of 2002. They would live there together for nearly three years.
(I didn't take any pictures of them when they were scary skinny and nearly bald. These pictures were taken in December, 2002. They were so tiny in September. Nearly three months later, they were big pups with full shiny fur.)
In the fall of 2005, a man who worked with my husband asked if we had any dogs for adoption. Did we have any dogs for adoption? Uh, yes. Always. His daughter wanted a dog. They came to meet the dogs we had. She fell in love with Carmel. They went home with her that day. I heard about Carmel only once after that - the little girl loved her dog.
Rocky has remained here his entire life. He developed a very close relationship with another dog we’d taken in who suffered from seizure disorder. Rocky alerted us to Bouzzer’s seizures over the years. When Bouzzer moved on, Rocky became friends with Annabelle, yet another rescued dog who was never adopted. They are still a pair to this very day.
This blog is about dogs and cats. It is also the home of Winnie’s Wish Cat Rescue & Shelter. Please scroll down and you will discover the pictures of the Winnie’s Wish cats and kittens available for adoption. If you have ANY questions about adoption, please feel free to email me (Chrystal) at either of these two addresses: firstname.lastname@example.org OR email@example.com
THE FOLLOWING CATS ARE LOOKING FOR FOREVER HOMES. Click on each picture to read about that cat. EMAIL ME with interest and/or questions about adoptions.
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