Showing posts with label kitten rescue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kitten rescue. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Furbaby Momma

I am what you would call a fur mommy. I have two fur babies that I take care of, cuddle, raise, discipline, feed, nurture, protect and love with all my heart. These two little rascals are considered my adopted children in every way.


 

That's the cat sitting on my thigh and the dog is glued to my side. I took this picture the other day. I was watching tv and had to get up but they wouldn't let me move... literally. Until my leg started cramping up... When I'm home this is pretty much the situation. These two become my shadow.

They give me so much love and affection that I am not even able to describe it in words. I can have the most terrible of days but when I come home the dog starts jumping up and down tail wagging uncontrollably and the cat is rubbing against my leg purring. The dog brings me the ball and wants only to play with me...he wants to kiss my face and wants me to pet his head and the cat wants me to rub her ears and that is all. They don't want anything in return. All they want is to give me unconditional love. Nothing more... And in a split second I forget about my terrible, no good, very bad day.

"Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened".

- Anatole France

 
I get the side eye a lot from Italian woman for a number of reasons. The main reason and the reason that makes me so stabby is "because animals are dirty and your house will get dirty." Uhhhhh...what? So I can't have a pet because my house will get dirty? First of all my house is cleaner than most people's home because I keep it that way and my pets are cleaner than most of the children I see anyways because I BATHE them.... well... not the cat. I tried that once and it was a complete and total NIGHTMARE.  For those of you who, like me, knew nothing about cats when I rescued mine....let me just say this: NEVER TRY TO GIVE YOUR CAT A BATH....EVER.  I have just saved you from a life threatening situation. You're welcome. 


Then there are those people that tell me, "oh yes, I too love animals but I keep them outside. They're not allowed in the house". I could never keep my babies outside. I mean I understand if it was maybe an allergy related issue that developed later on or something like that but I would never actually go buy a dog and keep it outside in the heat or cold. I'm the person that puts pajamas on their dog in the winter. Yes, I'm THAT person.  

Another reason I get the side eye is because I treat them too much like children. "It's just a dog", they tell me. "When you have children you will understand", they say. "Animals don't have the same feelings that people do". This couldn't be any farther from the truth.

It's weird because whenever I talk to my friends who have children I can't help but compare their children to my dog. Is that really weird? LOL. Like in the things they do, for example when kids do devious things becasue they want attention. My dog does that ALL. THE. TIME. Like when I see toddlers that want to be held because they're scared or they're tired of walking around and they tug on your leg. My dog does that too. And it is a total crock of BS that animals don't have the same feelings we do.

Sometimes my aunt will take my dog to her house for the weekend because she loves him just as much as I do and my cat will cry for days and sit behind the front door waiting for the dog to come home. I have a vase on my kitchen counter with wine corks and when the cat knocks one on the floor, the dog usually comes running and steals it. So when the dog isn't there, she deliberalty knocks the corks on the ground in the hopes that the dog will come running back. How sweet is that? She really loves him (heart eyes)...

 
This meme above is totally me... I would love to have children some day but I really highly doubt that my relationship with my fur babies will be much different after my babies are born. I know I can't say that for a fact right now but I will always love them and take care of them no matter what. I might not have all the spare time that I have to cuddle with them but they will always be spoiled and loved no matter what.
 
Some people also say that when there are small children in the home animals shouldn't be present.
 
This is wrong for so many reasons and this is why:
 
Reasons Why It Is Important to Raise Kids Around Animals
  •  A study in the Journal of Pediatrics shows that kids who had a dog during the first year of their life had higher immune response, with 31% fewer respiratory tract infections than those without.



  •  Having a furry friend in the house can help instill a sense of responsibility in children.

  • Children with autism, other spectrum disorders or ADHD can experience lowered blood pressure and better cognitive and communication gains when able to participate in therapy dog programs.

  • Kids with a dog are more likely to get out and play, taking the dog on walks and throwing a ball or toy for some catch.

  • Pets can be there for comfort when things get real tough. For example when there is a divorce or illness in the family.
 
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We had a beautiful dalmation growing up. His name was Prince Pongo of Puglia. Hahah. We called him Pongo for short...or sometimes Roy Boy or Skoochie Bear. He was my cuddle buddy. My pal. We had him for 13 years. He was the smartest dog ever. He even said "Mamma". He did I tell you! He was the most beautiful dog I have ever seen. The sweetest most loving dog. We even took him to Italy with us... he was definitly a part of the family. He was loved by everyone. He had multiple sclerosis and we had to put him to sleep because he couldn't walk anymore on his hind legs and it was the worst day ever... I couldn't go... I couldn't watch him leave us. I'm getting teary eyed right now writing about this because he was like a brother to us. I could never imagine my childhood without him.

That day when my parents came back from the vet I didn't want to talk to anyone, I locked myself in my room and didn't want to come out. My father let me read a poem that stuck with me and that I have never forgotten. I'll share it with you because this little poem really helped me cope with the loss and I hope that it might be able to help others too.

The Rainbow Bridge
 
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
 
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
        
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
        
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
        
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
        
Author unknown...



Friday, August 28, 2015

My kitten rescue story

I have always been a dog person. My belief was that cats were evil and dogs were great because they love to cuddle, sit in your lap and are always loyal to you whereas cats don’t show you the love that dogs do. Cats carry diseases and are traitors. They’ll leave you any chance they get. That was my opinion on cats.
 
I wanted a dog to care for and love so one day I finally convinced myself and brought my puppy home. But this post is not going to be about my puppy. It’s going to be about my cat. Yes I know, I just finished telling you I’m not a cat person…well I proved otherwise. 
I found my cat while I was walking the dog one Friday afternoon. When I got home from work that day, June 21, 2013, I put the leash on my pup and we went out for our daily walk. All of a sudden he started barking up a storm and pulling me into the corner of a building. I then saw what he was barking at... Curled up in a corner is this little black and white cat the size of a tennis ball with half of its tail missing and bleeding badly. The skin from the tail was hanging loose and only the cartilage was visible. My heart immediately sank looking at this little creature whose eyes were full of terror. My dog was still barking trying to attack the frightened kitten and I was trying to keep him away.

 
In that moment the only thing I was thinking was that if I walk away and leave her there she will die and when I go for my usual walk with the dog the following day and I see her laying lifeless I'll feel terrible about myself for not helping her and giving her a chance to live.
I decide to take the dog back home. I put on a pair of latex gloves, I get an old dog carrier that I had in my garage, get in my car and drive back to the spot where I had found her. Fortunately, she was still there. I had no idea how to handle her, I knew nothing about cats. I tried picking her up but she kept hissing at me. I finally managed to put her in the carrier, got in the car and drove to the nearest vet.
I waited patiently until it was finally our turn.  The vet told me the kitten was a female (I couldn’t tell) and that she was probably a month old. The rest of the tail had to be amputated which meant that she had to have full anesthesia. She told me that since the kitten was too young she might not have survived the operation but it was all that could be done. The vet gave her antibiotics and the operation was scheduled for first thing Monday morning. That meant she had to come home with me and stay all day Saturday and Sunday…

I took her home and put her in a cardboard box in the guest bedroom. I had to keep her away from my dog who was very aggressive towards cats. The vet had given me cat food to give her and she ate with such an appetite the poor little thing. My dog was always behind that bedroom door, he knew she was in there.  But I kept them apart. I knew I would give the cat away eventually…I couldn’t keep a dog and a cat together! Monday came around and before going to work I took the kitten to the vet for her surgery. I left her there wondering if she was going to make it. I already felt like I was getting attached to her. All morning I kept thinking about her and if she was ok. I couldn’t take it anymore and called the vets office.
The vet told me that she was already wide awake from the anesthesia and she was eating and jumping around. I was so happy!! I couldn’t wait to pick her up that afternoon! I took her home with me and bought a small litter box for her. Her little bobtail was all bandaged up but she was a healthy kitten! Needless to say I never gave her away. 
She is part of our family now and she and my puppy are inseparable. I was hesitant about my dog getting along with her but they play together and sleep together and have become best friends.
I have grown to love her so much and I take back everything I ever thought about cats. She purrs whenever I pet her and she is always by my side. She follows me in every room of the house. When I’m cooking she’s sitting on the kitchen chair keeping me company, when I’m watching tv she’s right there next to me.

She is an absolute joy and I couldn’t imagine my life without her. God really does work in mysterious ways and I am forever grateful to Him for this joy He has given to our family. By the way, her name is Gigia which is the female version of Luigi. You see, I found her on June 21st, which in Italy is the day that Saint Luigi is celebrated :-). Thanks for reading!