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Furry hero
Shirley Brown
There are many hero’s in the world but one thing that amazes me is animal hero’s especially one barely 2lbs. A silver tabby kitten 4 weeks old came into my care, her mother has killed by a car. Unfortunately, fate hit her with another blow. She suffered a back injury in a tragic accident that created paralysis. She quietly submitted to the vet’s care and was given a 24 hour window to see if the paralysis was permanent. I prayed she would be OK. Earlier that day I had picked up starving yellow tabby kitten, who I named Mr. Potter.
That night I took the
tiny silver kitten to bed so I could give her fluids though the night..
She dragged herself onto my chest. The expression of “Why?’ was on her
tiny face. While I held her I wished I could give her comfort from pain
ad prayed that she would recover. I must have dozed and was awakened by
stereo purrs. Mr. Potter had crawled beside the ailing kitten was
wrapped around her body licking her. She had noticeably relaxed and
seemed in less pain. All through the night Mr. Potter stayed with her
purring and licking her. We stayed together - one human in grief, a
tiny silver kitten in pain and a little yellow tabby offering comfort to
us both.
Unfortunately, the kitten did not recover and was mercifully
put to sleep. Mr. Potter was adopted the same day to a lady who had
lost her cat of 17 years. Some hero’s come in small furry packages.
Mr. Potter is as magical as his name.
Wobbie John 2002-2004
Wobbie was born with some neurological damage. We almost lost him three times as a kitten. He used to walk with a big thump-thump-thump. When he tried to turn real sharp he would fall over. He got better but still walked unlike any other cat. He followed you everywhere and was always there when you opened a door. He was a real pest but you couldn't help but love the old guy. He finally succumbed to kidney failure. He was the favorite and will be missed beyond belief. Wobbie is now in a happier place with friends.
The
Great Dog Janie
August 10, 1988 - December 26, 2000
To Squirty, Wherever He Is… by Shirley Brown
I could all of the
four tiny scraps of fur in the palm of my hand as I lifted them into a
box in the rare freezing weather in Panama City. They snuggled together
with their eyes closed. It was a tough decision should wait any longer
for their mother to come back while listening to their painful cries of
hunger or should I take them to a warm place and bottle feed them and
then try and find their mother. Looking at them my decision was made,
they were dehydrating and would not last long without protection and
food. I decided to take care of their wants and then try for the
mother. For several days we brought the tiny mites back to the area
just before feeding time, with the hope that their cries would bring
back their feral mother. Maybe she was just too scared as she never
came back.
Feeding tiny kittens and attending to their needs is a
twenty-four hour duty. I slept with them and bottle fed each every 3 –
4 hours. Then performed the duties of their mom by gentle wiping their
butts to make them go potty, and stroking them. With constant feeding a
plenty of love they thrived. Just when you think all is well something
happens. One of the kittens “Squirty” was not fully formed and a
fraction of the size of the others. He did not grow like the others,
but this did not stop this feisty white piece of fluff from rough
playing with his siblings. He won our hearts. One morning he was
lethargic refused all offers of food and wanted only to snuggle against
my husband’s body. We watched him as his tiny body almost melted away.
After several vet visits, we sadly took him to the vet for the last time
– he did not last the night. We cried and wished the four-ounce guy a
better life in a painless world.
Life goes on and his siblings are growing, playing, romping,
and are furry bundles of fun. They have learned a kitty litter box is
fun for digging, a bottle now comes out of a food bowl and teeth are
great to chew with. They all are going to great new homes.
We will miss them as they gave us so much pleasure. There are thousands
more to help that should not have been born. Please encourage your
friends to spay and neuter their pets.
A little kitten called Squirty. We now think that Squirty also died from ingesting the clumping kitty litter containing sodium bentonite.
Two little kittens named, Gateway and Mighty Mo, both died as a result
of ingesting sodium bentonite found in clumping kitty litter.
Despite our best efforts both died within one week of each other.
Whitey 1997-2002 Great big white fur ball will be missed..
Hal & Shirley Brown
Memorials
Don’t weep for me when I have gone, for I have friends in the
great beyond.
All the little ones I used to feed
Will come to me in my time of need.
They will purr and bark in great delight,
And I will hold and hug them tight.
Oh, what a great day that will be
When my furry friends all welcome me.
By Richard Severo