The real story of rescue

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November 27, 2014  

Often it is thought that rescue work is romantic…so rewarding and exciting. Rewarding and exciting it is but it is often stressful and sometimes discouraging.

With so many adoptions at Animal Services last week, we thought we would not have to worry about having to rescue more strays however we were notified of several – kittens, cats – that were going to be euthanized.  We scrambled to find buffer placements (we buffer them first to make sure they are healthy before fostering out) as we do have a set timeline for removal.

We got an extension for mom and 6 newborns but were able to pull them earlier having found a placement…yesterday, a 10 week old kitten appeared to be dying, received emerg vet care – we hope he will survive; kittens that were rescued from AS escaped the crate in the car as they were being driven to the buffer home – “officer, I had to pull over to herd the cats” and a stop to purchase supplies.

…and it’s not a simple matter of putting them in a room – the area needs to be disinfected, litter boxes filled,  food, beds set up, records checked to see which ones have had vaccinations etc. etc…..all because we want to save lives.

And another wee one died – this happens more often than not. Rescued moms are stressed and are often in poor shape themselves. Sometimes they refuse to nurse their babies, or their milk isn’t sufficient. Buffer mom bottled fed, was up during the night and early morning and still, he died. We grieve for each precious life but what gives us peace is knowing that they had a chance to experience love and warmth. Rest precious little one.

November 28, 2014

Supper was in the oven. A phone call. The little kitten was failing. We needed to help him end his journey.

Oven shut off. Stove shut off…drive across town to pick him up. Foster mom had swaddled the baby in a blanket and towel. I was thankful I could scarcely see him. On another early morning trip  to the vet last week as I drove from a foster home in Lappe, I was pulled over for speeding so I watched to make sure no police were following me; I needed to help end this wee one’s suffering as quickly as I could.

Clinic staff had been told of my arrival. Checking his face as I carried him from the car, his one eye that was partially opened had no reflex. When the receptionist asked that I wait while she opened a file, I was not willing to wait. He needed to be put to sleep quickly – “He’s almost gone. He needs to go now.” The woman took him to the back and returned to say he was just barely alive and mercifully was euthanized.

And as I drove home, the darkness hid my tears.

It’s ironic isn’t it? We try so hard to save a life when others heartlessly throw them away.

When one of our rescues dies while in Kare, we move their photos from Kitties to Adopt page to Happy Tails because they just don’t disappear; each one lives in our hearts and you know….they are happy. They found their true forever home. They are free of pain and even though this little munchkin did not have a chance to grow old, he knew what it meant to be wanted, to be cherished and loved, to feel gentle hands instead of those who threw him away. How many countless others are so fortunate…but still…our hearts ache.

 

 

 

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