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Thursday, October 29, 2009

For all the cats and dogs out there...

Before I go to sleep... this one is for all the cats and dogs in the world knowing of no such thing as compassion or gentle hands.

"Dear God, you have given us care over all living things; protect and bless the animals who give us companionship and delight, make us their true friends and worthy companions. Amen."

Author unknown

Tuesday, October 27, 2009



My heart goes out to the albatross in this post. Please have a read of this article... simply too sad to post here.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Saturday, October 24, 2009

When the heat strikes


Well, it's from earlier this year, but just found this story and wanted to share it...

Scorching temperatures down under have prompted some very parched koalas to do some extraordinary things to survive. A group of cyclists in Southern Australia say that this thirsty koala flagged them down so it could take a drink from their water bottles. "Even though we had heard that native animals had been suffering in the heat-wave conditions of the last week in Adelaide, it came as a surprise to be stopped on the side of the road during a bike ride by a thirsty young koala," Tim Noonan told ABC Adelaide. "The koala uncharacteristically approached us, and it became clear by the manner in which he grabbed the water bottle and the enthusiastic way he gulped it down that his thirst was a priority.” Deb Kelly, a spokeswoman from the animal welfare unit of the Department of Environment and Heritage, which is treating about 100 dehydrated koalas, told ABC that the actions of this koala were very rare, and that this little guy was probably a weaning youngster that had devised this plan of stopping cyclists as a means of survival. Koalas typically get refreshment from gum leaves but the heat wave has dried those trees out.

The bottom three pics is of another koala seeking refuge inside a house - and this is what happened when the house owner gave him something to drink - ahh!!

Also check out this little fella.

Dear little things, but thank God for those understanding humans!!

The story of Chino & Falstaff


This is the story of a fish named Falstaff and Chino, the dog who loved him. The two met three years ago, when Chino’s owners, Dan and Mary Heath, traded Portland for Medford and a house with a backyard pond.

Falstaff, a 15-inch orange-and-black koi, lived in the pond. Chino, a 9-year-old golden retriever, did not. But every day, Chino would pad out to the pond and peer into the water, waiting for Falstaff to appear. Falstaff would swim to the surface, offering what seemed like a finny greeting. Together, the inter-species pals forged a strong bond.

“Chino just got real fascinated. He would lie there on the rocks and just watch the fish,” says Mary Heath, 58, a retired environmental quality worker. “This is one of the few things that’ll get him to wag his tail.”

The fascination continued when the Heaths moved to a new house and built a new pond. The fancy 2,200-gallon digs made a perfect home for Falstaff — and a perfect perch for Chino.

Today, the dog spends up to half an hour at a time following the movements of Falstaff and a small school of goldfish. Belly flat, paws wet, nose an inch from the water, Chino watches intently as the fish swim close enough to touch.

“Falstaff comes up sometimes and will nibble on Chino’s paws,” Mary Heath says.

How cute is that?!!

Friday, October 23, 2009

Dove at first sight

A sweet friend of mine has reminded me of a great many stories recently and this is one of them. You might know it as it first appeared a couple of years ago. The story behind the photo goes like this:

"It's a tale straight out of Disney – an abandoned baby monkey, close to death, is revived by the love of a bird.

The 12-week-old macaque was rescued on Neilingding Island, in Goangdong Province, China, after being abandoned by his mother.

Taken to an animal hospital, he was weaned back to physical health but still showed little appetite for life.

It was not until a fellow patient, a white pigeon, took him under her wing and showed him love and affection that he perked up.

Now the two are inseparable, say staff."

I've also seen this photo posted under the title "If they can overcome their differences, why can't we??"

Anyway... I wonder how the two are doing today??


Thursday, October 22, 2009

So there's a God after all :-))

Well, what do you know? Sometimes you find the most abominable lack of justice - and then there's this story (thank you Anna!) which is almost hilariuos...

Extract from the Daily Mail
Migrant facing deportation wins right to stay in Britain... because he's got a cat

An illegal immigrant was allowed to stay in Britain because he had a cat, it was revealed yesterday.

The unnamed Bolivian was spared deportation after he told a court that he and his girlfriend had bought the animal as a pet.

Immigration judges ruled that sending him back home would breach his human rights by interfering with his family life.

The decision by the Asylum and Immigration Tribunal caused 'disappointment' at the Home Office and amazement among anti-immigration campaigners, who questioned why the existence of a pet cat could be considered relevant to an immigration case.

Sir Andrew Green of the Migrationwatch think tank said the argument over the cat was 'utterly absurd' and reflected badly on the attitudes of judges.

Court papers on the case have kept secret the name of the cat alongside that of the immigrant as part of its privacy procedures.

However one immigration judge, Judith Gleeson, remarked in the official ruling that the cat 'need no longer fear having to adapt to Bolivian mice.'

The cat ruling was made by immigration judge James Devittie after the Bolivian submitted evidence that claimed joint ownership of the pet with his girlfriend demonstrated he was settled in Britain and it would break human rights rules to remove him.

Maybe the judge is simply a cat lover!! LOL


Tuesday, October 20, 2009

A calculated and deliberate act

I've always found the concept of chickens in cages through and through horrendous.

Today a sweet friend of mine forwarded me an email asking our local politicians to act on a new piece of legislation to ensure that dairy cows get to spend some of their time on grass - instead of a lifetime inside a barn with too little room to move around properly. And yes... what a surprise that the cows gets aggressive with eacother, get infected hooves, dies way too early and now there's an actual official name for them - looser cows. WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT!!???

I am too well aware that so much goes on behind closed doors that most of us do not want to know about, but isn't that exactly the problem. When on earth did it become acceptable to lock up cows for life inside a dark barn where they will spend their entire life with the sole purpose of DELIVERING milk. What a disgusting thought.

Other places they make it a family event that people can come witness when certain cows are allowed back in the fields after winter time. Apparantly it's quite a joyous spectable because the cows are so obviously THRILLED to be on grass again.

How someone ever thougth that it should be more profitable to keep cows locked up for life... how that should ever even have been allowed.

To think that humans have dominion over animals and then does a thing like this...


Monday, October 19, 2009

Go Bo


So glad that the president has got his priorities straight! :-)

© Official White House Photo by Pete Souza

Sunday, October 18, 2009

These are a few of my favorite things...


Yes, yes... I know. A picture of a cat again (please let me indulge), but I do think God had a particularly good day when he created the feline - in whatever shape or size!

I LOVE all things sweet an uncorrupted and when I came across 'These are a few of my favorite things' from Walt Disney's 'The Sound of Music'... I thought it matched this picture just like hand in glove :-)

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things...

If that is not designed to make you day a bit brighter, then I don't know what is! Have a lovely day!!


Friday, October 16, 2009

The story of Faith

Did you ever see or hear the remarkable story about Faith, the two-legged dog?? She was born severely deformed and was deemed to be euthanized. But who could possibly give up on a puppy like this one?

See the astonishing story right


Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Pockets of happiness

This morning on my way to work, I saw a lovely little scene play out whilst I waited at the traffic lights. A real big man with a real small dog were also waiting at the lights and the little doggy was so keen to continue the walk, that when they were able to walk on, the little dog jumped and ran and spun around itself from sheer eager and happiness. It was obvious that it wasn't that easy for the man to run, but he did a little run and a skip just to share the delight of his little dog and it struck me just how happy it made me watching that lovely little theatre.

Then there's the little old lady who lives somewhere nearby, who takes her tiny dog for a walk daily. It's the most loyal, faithful and loving affair they have together and I often send them a little prayer whenever I see them at a distance, wishing them a long and happy life together.

Or when Obama hit town for a few hours a couple of weeks ago...
Everyone had lined the streets to get a glimpse and were literally standing on top of each other. Just a few meters back from the crowd and the hurry scurry of it all there was a woman with an another absolute sweetheart in her handbag, protecting it from the crowd and the cold. It kept me happy during a wait that seemed like forever before the man himself appeared, and yes, the lasting impression was that of the woman with the little dog in her handbag!

What lovely little pockets of happiness - they all made me feel so uplifted.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Gentle Jessie


Some years back volunteering at a cat shelter, I met one extraordinary cat named Jessie. Well, she didn't actually have a name when she arrived at the shelter, but the girls decided to call her Jessica. To me she became Jessie... I thought it sounded gentler and she was such a gentle little soul.

Whenever I turned up for my shift I would be updated on all the 'newcomers' and this particular day (during the freezing winter months), I was told about a cat delivered by the national animal rescue. It didn't sound good at all. She was badly emaciated, didn't eat, didn't move, couldn't do her toilet and I was told that she smelt like death (these were the words!) and was suspected of having cat aids. I was told that no one really wanted to touch her because of the suspected cat aids, but now that I was 'filled in' I could go see the cat. And what a heart breaking sight. Apparently she had been spotted by several people in the neighborhood where she was picked up, for at least a couple of months. Most people had spotted the little emaciated cat with a limp, but no one had done anything about it. It's very unusual in my part of the world! Cats are generally considered someone's pet and strays is a rare phenomenon.

I found her sat upright with her head positioned exactly like the picture above. Although this picture is not Jessie, she looked a lot like this cat. Grey and white. She just sat very still with her eyes closed... obviously in pain and with not much further strength to go on. She quite clearly would not have made it had she not been brought to the shelter that day. I quietly opened the lid to her cage and stroked her a couple of times. I then (completely intuitively) put my forehead up against hers, so we sat forehead to forehead. Meanwhile I put my hand around her little neck and stroked her real gentle. With my mind I just embraced her with love and care and mentally wanted to let her know that she was now alright and in a safe place. I felt that she took it in, but she didn't make a noise. Apparently, for the next couple of days no sound was heard from her, although she did start eating and it seemed that her will to live reappeared.

Then, a few days later, when I came by just to check in on how Jessie was doing, something magical happened. It gives me goose bumps even when I think about it today. As I made my way down the corridor to where Jessie was sat, the girls told me that she seemed better but still not a sound, not a purr from her. When I stood outside the room with her cage and could see her, I called out to her. And then she let out a loud miauw!! The girls were amazed and excited... it was like the first sign of the little 'person' in there. We all squeaked with delight.

From then on Jessie slowly (very slowly) began her recovery. After she had a thorough check up by the vet he declared that she didn't have cat aids, but probably had been run over by a car some time ago because she had a broken her hip. And was extremely emaciated. It was a mystery how she'd managed to survive for as long as she had in her condition.

Many weeks later we discovered that on top of it all she was also pregnant, and as it turned out, already in quite an advanced stage. This really said something about just how emaciated she'd really been. Never in a million years would you have guessed that she was pregnant. Everyone had by then gotten completely caught up in looking after Jessie and I believe that just about everyone was involved (in one way or another) the evening she began to go into labour. It became an evening of great drama that I think none of us had quite seem coming. Jessie kept resisting the actual birth because the pressure gave her agonizing pain in her broken hip. Her unborn kittens were suddenly in great danger of dying because the birth took so long. The vet was called and after a lot of extreme pain for Jessie, she gave birth to two kittens. One stillborn due to the prolonged birth process. But the one kitten survived and a few days later Jessie even fostered a tiny kitten that had been rejected by it's mother.

After Jessie made a full recovery she and her kittens found a lovely and safe home with a kind family.

In spite of a truly gentle nature, Jessie had an amazing fighter spirit and she left a deep impression in me that I'll never forget.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Reconnecting with animals


Found a great article written by Azriel Cohen and wanted to share it here...

Close Encounters: Reconnecting to animals through our primitive nature (main extract).

Some environmental thinkers are convinced that the most fundamental difference between modern and indigenous societies (such as Native Americans, Amazonian tribes, Maoris and Aboriginals) is that indigenous societies believe as an absolute fact that humans have the innate capacity to communicate with animals (and plants!).

It is no wonder then that ancient cultures have a remarkable degree of respect for all life. Experiencing all animals and plants by being able to communicate with them would make it much harder to severely damage the environment.

Developing a theory

I began to wonder if this really is a long lost human capacity and not just a superstitious ancient world view. The best way to explore this, I figured, would be to personally experiment.

First of all, it would mean that I personally could access this capacity. I began my explorations as a complete skeptic, quite certain that I could never communicate with a wild animal.I reasoned that if communication with animals is an innate (albeit long lost) capacity that all humans have, the implications could be enormous.

But I was brimming with curiosity, and at the very least I’d have some interesting adventures.

Secondly, if our “normal” state includes communicating with other living beings, we would need to be tuned into something other than our normal communication channels.

As far as we know, animals don’t share our higher capacities for language and reasoning. The channels where we could meet animals have to be with the more “primitive” aspects of being alive. These include physical and non-verbal domains.

In order to communicate with animals, we’d have to shift our moment-to-moment experience of ourselves, mostly in ways of how we experience our bodies. This could mean that through rediscovering how to be in relationship with animals, we might discover a different, perhaps older and more natural, way to be in our own bodies.

Animals possess an innate capacity to return to health and balance, and consciously interacting with animals can assist us in tuning into our own “zone” of balance and harmony.Humans have individual states of imbalance (animals don’t need doctors or psychologists) and collective states of imbalance (such as war) that are non-existent among undomesticated animals.

Thirdly, if indigenous cultures live in a zone or frequency that is in relationship to the other-than-human-life forms, it would be possible to observe that they have different ways of “being,” such as how they move, sit, walk, talk, make eye or physical contact, than modern cultures.

In short, these cultures would feel different. It would not be a theory. It would be something that we could experience when we were around them.

Experimenting with communication

I spent time with Native Americans in North Dakota, with the Bri-Bri tribe in Costa Rica, with Bedouin in the Negev desert in Israel and Egyptian Sinai, and old cultures of Zimbabwe.

During these eclectic travels, I found myself around wild animals such as birds, lizards, wild deer, monkeys, elephants and baby tigers, and experimented with non-verbal domains.Indeed, they are different from “modern” people in how they move, sit, walk, talk, make eye contact and physical contact.

I focused on the most “primitive” aspects of being alive – my breathing, heart rate, muscle tension, how my eyes focused and the most subtle physical sensations.

Wild animals absolutely responded to my experiments with shifting these physical aspects of my being. In many situations, it led to the animal feeling safe enough to make physical contact.

There is a “zone” that is natural for us, but rarely experienced in the modern world, that animals and indigenous cultures can help us reconnect with.

In that zone, we are often less verbal, often slower, often more “intuitive” and always more tuned in to what is going on within ourselves and around us.

There’s a state of exquisite connection with all living beings that is ours to rediscover.