Sunday, May 22, 2011

Animal Lovers Unite ...

It's no secret, I love animals.  I've never tried to hide that, mask that, or dim it down in anyway.

For as long as I can remember, I have had a cat, or dog, or both - I've had hamsters, mice, fish, frogs, salamanders, iguanas, chameleons, more cats, more dogs, rabbits .... Often times, more than one at a time.

Currently there are 2 dogs, and 3 cats that reside in my home.  Or well, run my home.  Dexter and her sister Pixie are 11 year old Italian Greyhounds, both of whom we rescued.  Dexy from a couple who no longer wanted the responsibility of a dog.  Pixie, from an Italian Greyhound Rescue in Massachusetts.  Also running this household is Serandipity, a feisty, bitchy 10 year old multicolored cat.  The fuzz ball that ran off for 10 days, and left her mother (me) in a constant state of panic and depression until I finally won that war, and trapped her.  Continuing on this track, we have 9 month old Gulliver Aloysius and his brother Olliver Francis.   Gullie is gray and white, with faint tan stripes on his legs, and double paws.  All four of them.  Ollie is multicolored with a white "O" on each of his sides.  Ollie and Sera have double paws on their front paws, they are all white, and look like they're mittens.

If I were allowed, and able, I would have a house full of unwanted animals.  The ones that are dropped off at the SPCA or the Humane Society with no hope of finding a warm, loving home, and end up there - for the rest of their lives.  However long or short that may be.  The SPCA Commercials?  You know the ones?  With that sad ass song playing, and all those sad, sorry looking faces - I want to pick up the phone and call them and say "Look, I want each animal you just flashed across my screen, and I want them now - send em up"

You and I both know, those are the lucky ones.  Those animals were already adopted out, moments before (or after) that commercial ever aired.  I donate to the local SPCA and I donate to the local Humane Society.  I donate money, and food, and other items needed.  I care for my pets as if they were my own babies, because, let's face it - they are.  They are my babies.

In all reality, there is a reason for this post.  There is a point I'm getting at.

Gullie and Ollie came into my life, and the lives of Mike and Em, to fill a hole that was left when Rufus passed away.  There will never be a replacement, one pet cannot ever replace the lost one.  That isn't a realistic plan, and it does more harm than good in the long run.  To ever think you can replace someone you've lost.    Gullie and Ollie's mom has had yet another litter of kittens, and so has her sister.

There is one litter that is ready to go to new homes, and the other, is merely days old.  The mom's are *finally* going to be "fixed" and then, sadly, they and all their babies, (those that are not adopted to good homes) will be dropped off at the SPCA.  Can you tell how disgusted I am?  How intensely bothered I am by this turn of events?  I have posted on a forum I'm a member of - in hopes that someone, anyone, out there knows anyone looking for a cat, or a kitten.  I cannot stomach the thought of these helpless babies (yes, moms included) sitting in a cage, until someone else comes along to take them home.  Specifically knowing, at least 1/4 if not more, will never find a new home.  Cats are in abundance.  Kittens are usually adopted out first, and my hope is - they never see the inside of a cage.

The moms?  Are beautiful.  They look like Gulliver.  He is the spitting image of his momma, and her sister.  Which makes it that much harder for me to imagine.  Gullie, in a cage.   I'm watching him play in the kitchen right now - chasing a small slipper (that Emily has *surprisingly* grown out of already) - tossing it in the air, and catching it - batting it into the other room, and chasing it.  His "siblings" may not get that chance.  I am heartbroken.

I do not understand how people cannot spay or neuter their animals.  This outcome is 100% unnecessary, specifically because there are programs out there that will help cover the cost of the procedures, and I'm sure if the owners thought about it, or tried - even remotely - to get help, it most definitely would have been found.

It angers me, that with all the help out there - people choose not to seek it.  I know times are tough, and being a pet owner is expensive - however, it is my belief - that when you find an animal, and bring it home - you should know what you are getting into.  You should know the cost.  Financially, emotionally, physically - specifically know what you are getting into.  It's not a choice for these animals, it is a choice for the person.  Some people, should never be given that choice.  With all the help out there, people should open their eyes and ears, and learn before saying "I want a Pet!!"

This brings me to the point I had when I originally started writing, over an hour ago.  If you, my faithful reader, or anyone you know is in the market for a new pet - and are ready, willing and able to take on the caring for a life of a completely helpless animal - or however that should be worded - please, contact me.

I desperately want to have these cats in loving, warm, safe and happy homes.   Sooner rather than later, so there can be no horrid decisions made.  So these babies can have a chance.


Ellen said...

I <3 you so much Amy and I completely empathize with you and understand everything you've written. I pray the cats find safe, loving, happy homes. <3

Jessi said...

I hate people. I really do sometimes.
I hope these guys find a home. Why would you NOT spay/neuter when so many programs do it for little to no cost? Dumb-dumbs.

I'd love to take one but my husband would probably spay me, LOL. It's sick how I can totally empathize with animal hoarders.

PS. Did you name Olliver after Bing (Francis) and his Mama? ;)

Amy said...

It's rather possible <3

I really loathe some people - and that this woman is related to my wonderful husband, sickens me.