People always ask, Do you want the good news or the bad news first? I don't know how you would answer that question, but I always say - Give me the bad news. Let's get it over with. So here goes. I got amazing comments yesterday about how happy it made everybody to see Ladybug in her new forever home. I delivered her to that home on Monday, and I had only just yesterday gotten around to posting about it. Then yesterday afternoon, I got a call from the woman who adopted her. She told me she wasn't sure she would be able to keep Ladybug. Apparently, her bronchitis has gotten worse since Ladybug arrived, and the doctor told her it was the new dog. She said that the two dogs she has been living with don't shed, but Ladybug does and she thinks that's the problem. There is not even anywhere for Ladybug to go at this point, so she will keep her through the weekend. She has asked for purrayers that something will work out. I can hardly stand the thought of Ladybug now going to a shelter. I will keep you posted.
That's the bad news. The rest of this post is good news all around. But it comes with a story that will make you sick and anger you - no, infuriate you - as it did me. I still can't stop fuming about it. The good news in this is the ending. And I'll get to that in just a moment. But first - some good news that is staring you in the face, right here on this very page.
Take a peek. Last night WE HIT GOAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Look at the Cathouse Countdown. WE'RE THERE. PEOPLE, WE MADE IT. YOU DID IT. IT'S ON.
I have wondered over and over how to properly thank everyone who has been wishing for this along with us. The prayers, the work, the donations - how does one truly express the overwhelming gratitude that is deserved for such effort. The only way I know to truly thank all of you is by telling you the story of the 2nd cathouse from shopping for materials to breaking ground to driving nails. There will be pictures at every stage. I want all of you to see what you worked for, what you donated to, what you wished would happen right here in this one little spot in the world. You are an amazing group of people with gigantic hearts. There will be another safe, warm, protected space for homeless kitties in the very near future - because of you. That is the very physical outcome. There has been an emotional payoff as well - for me. I've said this before, but it bears repeating in this victorious moment. I feel surrounded by the warmth of this community I find myself in now. I no longer feel alone. Even on the bad days, I want to share good stuff with all of you. This is a kind of support, both physical (a very real cathouse) and emotional (the connection to other animal lovers) that I have never experienced before. These words seem feeble, but here they are anyway - THANK YOU. (I'm waiting for permission from the last few contributors before I acknowledge them individually.)
The story I am about to tell you will remind you why all of us MUST care about animals. In the hands of some "people" on this planet, an animal doesn't stand a chance. Domesticated animals are helpless to care for themselves. They must be cared for by those of us who will. Once again, knowing all of you with your big hearts and your huge love for your pets has given me strength in the midst of horror. We have two new additions here. Meet Rue and Rolly.
Remember me telling you that my daughter visited a shelter down in Kentucky where the angel who is running it is overwhelmed, overcrowded, underfunded, etc.? (Someone asked in a comment if they have a blog/web presence. I will try to find out.) The shelter that my daughter is interning with helped out by taking a very small number of dogs from that shelter - the dogs who needed ALOT of care, meds, and time. My daughter called me yesterday and asked what she has asked so many times before? Can I bring something home that needs us?
The two puppies you see in the picture have demodectic mange. The vet said their immune systems are so weak that he just doesn't know if they can recover. (Demodectic mange is condition brought on as a result of a very weak immune system.) But here's the thing. My daughters and I discovered a combination therapy years ago that has brought several dogs through demodectic mange to become healthy adults with no recurrence. I have written about these particular dogs in the past. Our own Miracle and Waggles are survivors of demodectic mange. It is not contagious, but it requires a very long and involved treatment. (I have already ordered the various products we will need in addition to the meds they came with.) I do have to say that we've never treated such young puppies for this mange. But we are NOT giving up on these two little babies. I wouldn't turn away from this task no matter the circumstances. But in light of what thesse babies have been through, I will fight to the ends of the earth to save them. Here's why.
These two puppies were discovered in the back of a city garbage truck. One of the workers just happened to notice movement in one of the trash bags. These babies were put in a trash bag, the trash bag was tied, and they were tossed into the garbage. The garbage truck dumped the contents of that receptacle onto the heap in the truck. Had no one noticed, they would have been deposited on the local dump, tied in a plastic garbage bag.
Now I know how you're feeling. And I could have spared you this part of the story. I could have just told you about the two little puppies that we took in and would treat for demodectic mange. But that would not have been the reality. The reality is that there are monsters in this world. Those of us with hearts and compassion need to be reminded occasionally that there is work to be done. We have to keep our eyes open. We have to report abuse and neglect. We have to lend a helping hand when and where we can. You - the readers of this blog - are the compassionate ones. I know because you have shown such compassion to me in your comments and in your efforts to help. Because someone discovered these pups and took them off the back of that truck, they are alive. Because an overwhelmed director of an overcrowded shelter took them in, they had a shot. Because another director was willing to lend a helping hand, they were taken to a facility with more resources. And now they are here, and we will work day in and day out to give them their very best shot. See, I told you there was a happy ending.
And now can I mention it just one more time? Celebrate with us, people! We'll be building a cathouse this spring.
With love and gratitude.