October is nearly over and I could not be happier about it. On October 3, I lost to cancer one of my favorite people in the world. His funeral was October 10, which also marked the year anniversary of my darling Rosie leaving this earth. Monet had a follow up vet appointment on Friday and while she has gained weight and her coat is growing in nicely, her fistula has not completely healed requiring another round of antibiotics and her personality issues are still making life a challenge. Thankfully, Scrat is such a roly-poly little angel, she is a joy to be around and I need some joy these days. I promise to post updated photos of the girls this week. Without the help of some really wonderful friends, I am not sure how I would have gotten through this year – especially the last few weeks. I went to a flea market and then had a late lunch today with friends and was feeling fairly decent for a few hours… and then my phone rang as I was on the 101 freeway heading home. Jasmin from Saving K9 Lives called to see if I was anywhere near her home (coincidentally I was three exits from her) because she wanted me to come by and look at some puppies she just rescued. We had a bad connection but I heard “inbred” and I knew I needed to get off at the next exit and circle back toward her place. I’ve seen some truly horrible examples of neglect, abuse and inbreeding over the years. Rosie – as beautiful a soul as she was – was a poster child for the horrors of inbreeding. So I thought I was prepared for nearly anything until I saw the tiny beings Jasmin took on today. They are probably Maltese/Poodle mixes and their “breeder” freely admitted the parents are brother and sister. These pups are five months old and I doubt the biggest one weighs more than two and half pounds!!! The mats covering their bodies are stained yellow and brown from pee/feces. They are so starved they are like wire dog figures with skin stretched over them and each tiny pup has twisted and deformed hind legs – they are like pretzels. The male – the tiniest of them – was born without eyes. I helped Jasmin get them set up in a puppy pen and when she fed them, they were so hungry they ate every morsel of food in seconds. It was so tempting to let them have all they could eat but we didn’t want them to get sick so she will feed them every so many hours until they are full. Despite the neglect, they crave love and attention. The little boy…oh, he breaks my heart, he just melted into my chest when I held him (yes, they stink like a sewer but clothes are washable). I had a hard time putting him back in the pen – I wanted to cuddle and sing to him, he’s too precious for words - but Jasmin is taking them to be bathed and groomed tomorrow so I had to kiss him bye. Since Rosie died, I’ve been pretty quiet because I haven’t felt like there was much to say. Tonight, I’d like to do some talking with a baseball bat if you get my drift. Terrorists, zombies, Ebola and serial killers do not scare me. The lunatic who bred Rosie scares me. The creeps who bred Baby and neglected Miss Trixie scare me. The depraved, heartless woman who unashamedly admitted she bred siblings to produce these pups - pups she has been starving and neglecting - terrifies me. When I am frightened, I don’t run…I get angry. Tonight, I am furious – this must stop. Jasmin took quite a few photos of these pups and I will post them here when I get them. Say a prayer and think good thoughts for these pups and all of the other animals not yet discovered who suffer quietly every hour of every day! Peace, Cinnamon
Posted on: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 07:18:00 +0000
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