Giving Thanks for Animal Rescuers

By on 11-18-2014 in Uncategorized

Giving Thanks for Animal Rescuers

dd15532b21ac1c51bdb8e5f9b6a9fa32 To celebrate Thanksgiving, I will reprint some excerpts from this wonderful post done by Karen Bugge:

Giving Thanks for Animal Rescue: Dogs and Cats Who Got a Second Chance

We may live at opposite ends of the globe, speak different languages, practice different religions, disagree politically, even stand on either side of the biker vs hiker controversy, but if you are someone who extends a helping hand to animals, you and I can still be friends. We have the basis for a relationship.

Last year at this time, . Actually, I didn’t make the pitch, blogger friends contributed stories about their own pets and the ties that bind. And so we’re doing it a second time. Some contributions come from as far away as Australia, Germany, and Brazil; others are from truly exotic locations – Altadena, included. And here’s the thing about animal lovers – whether the story comes from Poland or Pasadena, we voice the same sentiments, we share a common ground.

Today, it’s my job to just get out of the way, except to say, on a personal note, pets occupy a unique place in our hearts, and the emptiness when they die can’t be filled by the simple act of replacement. Grieving hurts. But anyone worth loving is worth missing, deeply. The depth of our sorrow is a form of respect. And we’ll adopt again, after the one we miss makes some room, gives up a little of the heart’s real estate.

Ok, and now for the good part: Stories and pictures. Some will appear today, and we have more stories tomorrow. Enjoy. And please join the conversation; we want to hear about your friends, past and present.

“I’m two years into living with my second cat rescue and I still don’t know if Luna retains any memory of her earlier, more difficult days before we were brought together. But I like to think that she does. Every time she jogs to the door when we come in, every time she gets a little fresh turkey when we come back from the Trader Joes, every time she moves from one spot of sunlight to another, I imagine a little synapse of gratitude gets fired in her brain. And then the same thing happens to me, I get grateful for the friends and the food and the warmth that I get to experience.” — Kevin McCollister, Los Angeles

In 2001, I adopted my cats, Reggie and Rose. I went to the shelter for a kitten, but came back with two. They changed my life. When my husband, then-boyfriend, an avowed cat hater, met them five years ago, he fell in love. They changed his life, too. Nowadays, he sings to them almost every morning. “Reggie is a clown and will do anything for a laugh and a chin scratch. Perpetually ungraceful and un-silent, he clamors like a horse when he plays, galloping after his toys.

Though he loves to be petted, he rarely crawls into a seated lap, so when he does, it feels like I am the luckiest cat mom in the world. He is judiciously generous, though, with his nighttime cuddles, alternating almost every other night between my husband’s belly and the crook of my right arm. Every animal that Reggie meets he tries to make his best friend, and he has always succeeded. Something about Reggie erases tension–it is nearly impossible to be worried or unhappy in his presence.

Rose prefers mountains and crevices. She sleeps either on the highest point, my hip, say, or tunneled deep under the covers. Waking us up with loud meows every morning, she demands food that her skinny body never seems to absorb. Unlike the jolly Reggie, she is serious and elegant. Her tail always wraps tightly around her seated body to hide her white toes, accentuating her ramrod posture. But, Rose’s composure fails when it comes to laps. She, despite her allergies to human dander (yes, it’s true), can’t stay out them, and once in them, turns into a floppy, furry mess of roaring, crackling purrs.

A few weeks ago, we added another species to the household by adopting a Chocolate Lab from a rescue that had saved him from euthanasia at a shelter. We have a lot to learn about being dog parents to Indiana. He is smart. He is very funny. He can get in trouble quickly. Yet seeing his athletic body leap as we play fetch is awe-inspiring: steely muscle rubber-snapping as he bounces from earth to sky and back. He needs so much from us, but after a month or so of being part of our family, he is already giving much back. Reggie hasn’t won over Indiana yet. We are giving it time.” — Christina Wenger, Altadena

“The more rescues you have, the luckier you are in life. Our elegant Eagle Rock pack includes Mickie, female spaniel from Glendale HS; Riley, male pit bull mix abandoned on the the street; and Jasper, male Samoyed mix from Pasadena HS.” — Mary Monroe, Glendale “A year ago my daughter found a rescue kitten on Facebook. She hounded me for two days to “GET HER!” Finally I said, “If you make the call and you go and get her, I’ll take her.” I’d never had a cat and to be honest never really wanted one. Meeps came into my life and we’ve been in love since that very minute. She lets me smooch on her as much as I want to and curls up in my lap or against my legs every night. I’m besotted.” — Virginia Kelser Jones, Alabama a9c149c6ca397afa046307456af49a2d


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