Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.

 

Diego and Boots

Diego and Boots

One of the special blessings in our life is having dogs and cats, living side by side. I was raised thinking that dogs and cats were natural enemies, but it simply isn’t so. Not only is it so far from the truth but when raised together they become the very best of friends, showing each other love and companionship. I found this story online the other day and it touched my heart. I hope it touches yours also:

“A family decided to take in a stray cat after they discovered that everyday the cat waited outside the door to see their dog. “I caught my dog meeting with him daily .. They have been inseparable since,” said the human via reddit.

“Boots was a 3 month old kitten at the time, and he would interact with Diego and follow him around whenever we went for walks, usually in the back yard. We thought it was strange they got along so well!”

“We got him immunized and took him in when we realized Boots was almost always waiting outside the door for him. They really are like brothers, they play and teach each other and keep each other out of trouble,” they added.”

If you’re thinking you can’t have a cat because you already have a dog, or vice verse, then you need to rethink. It’s spring, that time of year when shelters are overrun with puppies and kittens because people are irresponsible and don’t have their animals spayed and neutered, and if someone, meaning you, doesn’t adopt these babies then there is a better than not chance they will die simply because they were born. So if you have the space in your heart then do the right thing and bring one into your home. I promise, it will be a decision you won’t regret.

And never forget, it’s only through you that the Randolph County Humane Society continues to save lives, one by one.

 

 

 

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The only special need anyone has is to be loved.

Trooper

Trooper

Have you ever thought about adopting a special needs dog? I always get down to the deadline on writing Tail Talk before inspiration hits, and boy when it hits it’s like being hit upside the head with a brick. This morning I saw a video on Facebook about Trooper, a one-year old Shepherd-mix dog that was found in Indianapolis dragging himself, his back legs useless. A Military Veteran saw the disabled dog, felt a kinship with the survival spirit and bought him a wheel chair, and now Trooper is happy, healthy and mobile, waiting for that special person to adopt him. So I ask again, have you ever thought of adopting a special needs dog? I have had two in my life, and they’re worth every second of every moment you are blessed enough to spend with them. You are the lucky one if you are chosen to be their beloved. My husky mix, Budward, lost the use of his back legs after many years of being an able-legged dog, and rather than having him put down he was able to maneuver around the house and yard by dragging himself without any issues. The only problem he had was “climbing” the steps to get from the house to the yard, so we fashioned a carrier with handles that went around his belly that helped him make that journey up and down the steps, and he was satisfied with that lifestyle for those “disabled” years of his life. Right up until the day his kidneys shut down and I had to make the decision to call the vet to come out and help Budward make the transition from this life to the next to wait for me until the day when I make the journey to join him. It was a sad, sad day that I still cry about when I remember, but when Budward visits me during the twilight hours he is happy and running free. He’s no longer bound by the constrains of back legs that don’t work and carry his body where he wants to go and instead runs free where he wants to lead me in the twilight time when spirit and earthly embodiments come together for visits. We have to be satisfied with our limited time together rather than the 24/7 of life as it once was but it’s never enough for me because I am always left wanting more because I still miss his huge spirit so. Then there was my Action Jackson, the epileptic dog that had cluster seizures that could last 6 hours. Each time I prayed this time would be the last time, and the last time my prayers were answered, just not in the manner I’d hoped. Was it difficult to go through that? You bet. He lost control of his bladder and bowels every time he would have those seizures and his seizing body would grind it into the carpet, a little treat I would clean when his body was finally back. I prayed to God to let him stop, and would sing “you are my sunshine” to him, praying he could hear my voice and while his brain caused his body to go haywire I wanted him to feel the comfort of my love as I was on the floor, holding him in my arms. The rest of it, the urine and feces, was nothing to me but a detail that soap and water could clean. I just wanted him to be okay, because in my world he was a joy to behold. He gave me more in the 5 years I had him than the majority of people have given me in a lifetime of loving. He taught me about life, love and loss. I have had my heart broken through losing him during the most raw time of my life when I was living my biggest personal nightmare but what I gained in having him more than made up for it. As I have repeated so many times, in the words of Mother Teresa if you love until it hurts there can be no more hurt, only more love, and that is so, so true. It takes a special soul to love a special needs dogs, but if you are a special soul then open your heart and adopt one because you will be rewarded beyond my ability to describe. You know I am never at a loss for words, but there simply are no words to describe the joy they bring to your heart and what they give to your life and teach your eternal soul, helping prepare you to be a better fit to be at one with the eternal Light of Love and our ultimate journey into the Light. You will learn more about living and loving from them than you will learn between the four walls of any church, and I know there isn’t a minister worth their salt out there that will deny that statement. They will love you, unconditionally, until their dying breath and beyond. There are many special needs animals out there that need you today. Open your heart and be the one, that special person that says I can be strong enough to love you into eternity, and today I make the commitment that I will, then do it. You will be rewarded in ways you never imagined. Not in earthly gifts, but in gifts of the soul. You will be changed forever as much through your love as their love. You will be blessed by God by having one of His special Angels in your midst. How lucky can you get? Put simply, it doesn’t get any better than that.

And never forget, it’s only through you that the Randolph County Humane Society continues to save lives, one by one.

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In every shadow there is light, in every tear a smile, and in every death there is everlasting life.

 

Nicholas

My Beloved Nikky

Once again I have heartbreaking news from the Tail Talk farm. My beloved Nikky, the newest member of our pack, is an Angel of God, safe in the loving arms of the Angels where he will remain until I join him and we remain forever as part of God’s love in eternity. I had to make the decision to send him there. It is the first time I have ever had to send a perfectly healthy specimen of an animal over to the other side, but you will understand in a moment why my heart is broken, once again, probably more than it ever has been in the past because this beloved wasn’t sick, not in the normal sense of how we understand illness. There was a part of Nikky’s history that I kept to myself because I didn’t want to bias the opinion of him before anyone had a chance to learn to love him as I loved him, and that is he was a wolf-hybrid. We were informed of this fact when we received him from Indiana, but they thought they had trained the bad traits out of him before we picked him up, but the day we got him he nipped my hand. I wrote it off that he was nervous because it was a very stressful situation, but because of his sheer size when he nips your hand it does damage, serious damage. His jaws have twice the power of a normal dog and his teeth are serrated, causing the skin to fillet like being laid open by the sharpest knife. He tried so hard to control these urges, but his instincts were so deep within his psyche that he was unable to control them. He came here, and I became his beloved. He stuck to me like velcro. He slept next to me, at the side of my bed, just as my beloved Jack did. He followed me around, never leaving my side. I will admit the vain side of me liked it. Now that I have educated myself on the wolf-hybrid it was an indication of trouble ahead, but I chose to believe he was just a silly white Shepherd because he looked just like my Wolffie, our first white Shepherd, and they were simply wrong about the wolf part. Everything was fine within our pack. Better than fine, everything was perfect within our pack. He couldn’t have been a better fit. He was loving towards the cats, playing with them, sleeping with them, eating with them. We were one, big, happy family. The problem came about when anyone came into the house. He bit everyone that came here. At first I thought we could train it out of him. We went to the vet and got medication to help calm his anxiety over new people, and with training I thought we could overcome this issue. But not only did we not overcome it, it was getting worse. We had people come in, sit in the chair quietly, and he would suddenly decide to bite. Then he began to attack from behind as they were walking away, no threat to anyone. I thought perhaps he misunderstood their intent for being in the house. Yesterday my son came home on leave from the Army for a visit. It is obvious he is a beloved member of the family. Nikky attacked him, twice, The second time running and attacking him from behind as Josh walked away, totally unaware of what was about to happen, and at that moment I knew what I had to do. It became the tipping point when I realized that my beloved Nikky was a dangerous dog and had to be put down. So I did what was best for the greater good at the expense of my own joy. My heart is broken but no one will ever suffer because my large dog was afraid that any person that entered our home was some how a danger to his pack.

The people that bred him are the cause of this, and I will forever hold them responsible for this travesty, because Nikky had the kindest, most loving heart of any dog I’ve ever known other than Jack, and there will never be a moment I will not miss him. He was a blessing to me every day for the time I had him, and I like to think we were a blessing to him also. He is at one with God now, while I suffer his loss. Until the day I join you, Nikky, your smile will light my way. I am grateful for the time we had together. I just wish it could have been longer. But I am grateful the time you were here you were with us because I know no one could have loved you more.

I am angry at the people that dumped him along the road in Indiana rather than being responsible as I was yesterday because although he was a loving animal, he could not be a good pet, and it was not fair to him to try to make him so. Those selfish people and the breeders that bred a shepherd and a wolf are accountable for the pain I am feeling today. I am grateful we took him and I was the one that loved him into eternity.

If you are thinking of getting a wolf-hybrid, you need to be educated because you probably know as little about them as I did, and you are going to be as heartbroken as I am right now unless you do your due diligence and read this message from the Humane Society of the U.S. and take it to heart: “Though supporters of wolf-hybrids as pets have plenty of positive stories, hybrids in general tend to be more aggressive than wolves or dogs. They are also more dangerous since wolf hybrids are still predators and have now had the fear of humans bred out of them. Hybrids retain strong wolf hunting instincts and have been known to regard small children as prey. There are also many know human attacks by wolf hybrids. Regarding pure wolves, there has never been a reported case of a healthy wolf in the wild attacking a person. Wolf hybrids, due to their wild nature, resist training and obedience and resent confinement. They are timid and readily bite when they feel threatened, teased or cornered. They are also unpredictable, destructive and adept at escaping confinement. Another dangerous aspect of wolf hybrids is that they will usually strongly bond with one human. If they feel that this person is being threatened, even if he/she is actually just playing or having a heated discussion with another family member, an attack and potential tragedy can occur. As puppies, wolf hybrids are very adorable, lovable and enjoyable pets. As they mature, their wild instincts and fearlessness take over and they soon become unacceptable pets. As with wolf pets, most wolf hybrids are euthanized. It took 15,000 years to domesticate the dog and make it an acceptable part of human society. Wolves cannot be domesticated with just a few breedings with various dog breeds. If you are considering purchasing a wolf or wolf hybrid as a pet, please reconsider. There are so many dogs needing homes at area shelters. These dogs make much better pets than any wolf or wolf hybrid could ever be.”

And never forget, there are plenty of dogs and cats available for adoption right now at Randolph County Humane Society where they continue to save lives, one by one, and your heart won’t be breaking as mine is right now.

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A lowly dog saved a baby named Angel and earned her wings in the process.

Felix Omondi, an 11-year-old student, pets a dog May 9 who rescued an abandoned baby girl on the outskirts of Nairobi.

Felix Omondi, an 11-year-old student, pets a dog May 9 who rescued an abandoned baby girl on the outskirts of Nairobi.

I read a lot of stories in my quest to bring a weekly article to the newspaper every week. It can be difficult to figure out what to write because I want to insure that what I tell you is correct and valid information that uplifts your spirit and creates an environment where animals are understood as the Creator intended. Unfortunately there is so much misinformation out there it is difficult to discern what is reality and what are simply urban legends. So after years of hearing this story I am pleased to be able to present what I thought had to be an urban legend but is, instead, a beautiful story of a lowly dog once again stepping up and becoming the savior a child in what I can only think is nothing short of a miracle. You may have heard of it because it happened back in 2005, but you may not have known it actually took place in Nairobi, Kenya, and this is where urban legend combines with reality and confusion ensues. A stray dog saved the life of a newborn baby after finding the abandoned infant in a forest and apparently carried it across a busy road, through a barbed wire fence, and “home” to share the love of mothering she provided to her litter of puppies. The dog apparently found the baby in a abandoned in a plastic bag and used that bag to help carry the baby back to the shed where she was guarding her puppies. The owner of the shed found the seven pound four ounce infant, who was taken to the hospital and did well after being put on antibiotics. Health care workers named the infant Angel. Personally I think they should have named the dog Angel. No one claimed the baby. Apparently this is an ongoing problem in Kenya where poverty is rampant. People donated diapers and baby clothes for the baby because of the publicity. Nothing was mentioned in the article about the dog that saved the baby, which shocks me because I think the dog is the star of this story. A child will live because of this animal. It’s not like she picked up the baby, taking her through the fence and across the road so she could make lunch out of her. She did it to save the infant which was more than what the infant’s parents did for her. This lowly dog had more love and compassion for her fellow man than the baby’s own parent. That breaks my heart and makes my soul sad but it doesn’t surprise me that a dog would have more love for us than we would have for each other. It is borne out to me every time I see an abused animal that forgives the sins of their abusers by readily accepting the love of rescuers rather than biting the outstretched hand of compassion as would be the common response of most people given the same circumstance. So we have a lot to learn from our four-legged furry friends. But we’ve all known that, haven’t we? If you’re reading Tail Talk it’s because you already have the love, now you just want the ammunition to use in explaining to others that don’t have the same good sense you’ve been blessed with, right? That’s my reason for writing, and I figure it’s your reason for reading. We’re all in this together, for the love of our fellow spiritual beings that have decided to walk this path beside us and bring us comfort as we struggle. It is my prayer that we give back 1/10th as much as we get, but even at those odds we’ve got some mighty big shoes to fill made by those tiny paws. Their unconditional love is so inclusive and their forgiveness so all-encompassing that I have to believe that God gave them to us only to be our example and guide because if we are judged by their standards I am afraid we are destined to fail. But that’s okay because they’ll love us anyway.

Never forget it is only through you that the Randolph County Humane Society continues to save lives, one by one.

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Thrown away like a piece of trash, he has found his place, safe in the heart of love.

Nikky and Zoey

Nikky and Zoey

In December we adopted a new love monkey, Nikky, to our pack. He was abandoned by his former family, left in the area near animal control in a town in central Indiana, to fend for himself. I know why he was left. Puppies are the cutest little things but when they get to be around seven months to one year they stop being cute and start being little terrorists, or in Nikky’s case, large terrorists. So, rather than see the mission through and training him into adulthood they abandoned him to the cruel, hard world in what I pray was the hopes that someone like me would get him but the reality is that he was more likely to be sent to a high kill shelter where his days would be limited. That would especially be the case if his fear at being in the cold, cruel world caused him to act out in a manner we in a civilized society don’t accept as normal, but for a dog that recently came from a home and has been put out into the elements to fend for himself would be the only way he’d know how to respond; barking and biting. From the first day with me Nikky took to me just as I took to him. We both had wounds to heal. His were from being abandoned by his beloveds. Mine were from my beloved Jack being taken from me during a seizure when I wasn’t ready to lose the smile that got me through my not so sunny days. So in a sense Nikky and I were both suffering from the same malady; loss of love. We took to each other like it was meant to be. Nikky is my shadow. He is never far behind me, in fact there are times when his step overtakes mine and I feel his nails come down across the back of my heel. Not a pleasant feeling but I try not to scold because I know he doesn’t do this intentionally. It’s only been four months and I can’t expect him to understand the nuances of the dance as Jack did after five years of being my side-kick in every waking hour and only an arms length away as I slept. Nikky has instinctively taken over that spot too. He manages to finagle his huge, gangly body into the slim space between the bed and the wall so when I awaken at night and attempt to get up I have to find the space in the curve of his stomach to place my foot, try to stand, then take the next step without falling over or stepping on him in the process. It’s a little dance we do every night, one that he has learned not to jump up and knock me down, but just to lay there quietly until I find my footing and move past him so he can rise and be my guardian once again. He is learning how to be a friend to Zoey. He’s not as easy going as Jack was, and there isn’t the same friendship she enjoyed before, with a flirtatious placement of her leg between his as she walked into his chest to nuzzle him after kicking his butt at the games they played in the yard. Nikky’s exuberance is too much for Zoey and if we’re not around to call time out she gets overwhelmed that she’s no longer the strongest of the group, but Nikky is beginning to learn. He’s beginning to see that allowing others to win sometimes makes you more of a winner than winning. But not always, so there are still days of hurt feelings to deal with. It will come with time. He wants to learn. He wants to be part of the pack. He wants to be loved. It is his driving emotion. I guess it was the tragedy of being thrown away like a piece of trash that has damaged his psyche and turned him into a needy dog, one that needs love and affection more than any other animal I’ve ever been around. He looks at you with such sincerity, such longing, so much expression in his eyes, begging you to please, please, love me and don’t abandon me. Please, please don’t let me go. So I tell him every day as I look into his eyes that he never has to worry about that again. He is home now. He belongs. With us. Until we breathe no more he will be part of our lives, and beyond. Once you are loved you change the world with the energy of that love, and energy is never lost. It may change form, like water. Water can go from frozen individual ice crystals, to water droplets that combine to form huge oceans but are still individual droplets of water, to the invisible vapor in the air we know as humidity, but it is never lost, it only changes form just as we do in living and dying, earthly being and spiritual being. As I look at him now, laying with his head on his paw, asleep with a ray of sunshine beaming on his face, this love will never go away now that it exists. That is my promise and my bond. I will be here for him through out his life and mine. I will heal his wounds, just as he is healing mine. Together we will move forward until the day we are once again separated by death, but the love will remain forever, into eternity. We are forever in life and in spirit joined by this love that makes us family. We are one.

Never forget, it is only through you that the Randolph County Humane Society continues to save lives, one by one.

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