Comments for Pound Rescue http://www.poundrescue.com Helping homeless, suffering and abandoned animals Mon, 13 Jun 2011 17:36:29 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 Comment on Praying for Patsy by Elizabeth M. Ginn http://www.poundrescue.com/test#comment-378 Elizabeth M. Ginn Mon, 13 Jun 2011 17:36:29 +0000 http://poundrescue.orb3k.com/?p=441#comment-378 I couldn't agree with you more. I do not know what we would have done down here in Lethbridge and area without RJ and Gabi's help. The situation here is critical and not enough rescues or people who care. The Last Chance Cat Ranch has more cats than any other rescue in Lethbridge and we are desperately trying to find more foster homes, for 3 bonded pairs that have to be placed due to people abandoning them..moving...evicted..not good... I couldn’t agree with you more. I do not know what we would have done down here in Lethbridge and area without RJ and Gabi’s help. The situation here is critical and not enough rescues or people who care.
The Last Chance Cat Ranch has more cats than any other rescue in Lethbridge and we are desperately trying to find more foster homes, for 3 bonded pairs that have to be placed due to people abandoning them..moving…evicted..not good…

]]> Comment on In Loving Memory by Kim http://www.poundrescue.com/ilm-test-post#comment-149 Kim Wed, 18 May 2011 20:52:22 +0000 http://poundrescue.orb3k.com/?p=429#comment-149 I was happy to assist Pound Rescue in looking after some rabbits from what we fondly remember as the "great rabbit roundup" - even though I had honestly never had the urge to have rabbits in my life. I was soon pleasantly surprised to discover that they are extremely intelligent, affectionate, entertaining animals! I developed a particularly close bond with one named Laurel, even though she was quite a grump. Sadly, Laurel later developed an abscess and had to have her eye removed. Then we tried several different medications to try to fight the stubborn abscess that kept returning. During this time, I spent countless hours with Laurel and we became closer than I could ever have imagined. When she passed away 8 months later, I was absolutely heartbroken. I would like to thank Laurel for opening my eyes to an amazing species of animal that I had always overlooked before. She truly changed my life & taught me so much. Since her death, I have gone on to help other rabbits in need. I hope that someday I can do more to help rabbits - like maybe even having a bunny sanctuary! And thank you to Pound Rescue for always opening your doors to any animal who needs help - be it bunny, bird or cow! I was happy to assist Pound Rescue in looking after some rabbits from what we fondly remember as the “great rabbit roundup” – even though I had honestly never had the urge to have rabbits in my life. I was soon pleasantly surprised to discover that they are extremely intelligent, affectionate, entertaining animals! I developed a particularly close bond with one named Laurel, even though she was quite a grump. Sadly, Laurel later developed an abscess and had to have her eye removed. Then we tried several different medications to try to fight the stubborn abscess that kept returning. During this time, I spent countless hours with Laurel and we became closer than I could ever have imagined. When she passed away 8 months later, I was absolutely heartbroken.

I would like to thank Laurel for opening my eyes to an amazing species of animal that I had always overlooked before. She truly changed my life & taught me so much. Since her death, I have gone on to help other rabbits in need. I hope that someday I can do more to help rabbits – like maybe even having a bunny sanctuary! And thank you to Pound Rescue for always opening your doors to any animal who needs help – be it bunny, bird or cow!

]]> Comment on In Loving Memory by Morgan Tabor http://www.poundrescue.com/ilm-test-post#comment-148 Morgan Tabor Wed, 18 May 2011 20:41:39 +0000 http://poundrescue.orb3k.com/?p=429#comment-148 On March 17, 2011 Pound Rescue put out the call for help for a dog. He had been found on the side of the road, extremely skinny and malnourished. He was named Quinton, but we later found out his name was Duke (Dukie as we all ended up calling him). Seeing the request broke my heart as I hate seeing dogs who are suffering. I knew that I could offer him a place to call home while we tried to get him on the mend. Duke was full of love, wagging his tail and had the saddest eyes ever when I first met him. There was an issue with his throat where he could not swallow that well and he sounded like an old man who hacked all night long - but it was all the time. Once home he got set up in the office in his own room, a new dog bed, his own food bowls and not being bothered by the other dogs in the house. He took an instant liking to my son and I could tell that he had been around kids in the past. Even starving, he was full of love. After a lot of diagnostic tests done by Southpointe Veterianary Hospital, the results all came back inconclusive which was unfortunate as these tests cost Pound Rescue a lot of money to do. Instead, Dukie was put on medicine that would help relax his throat and help him digest his food. For a few weeks Duke's eyes got the shine of life back into them. We changed up his food a lot to keep him eating. Finally, we found a puppy food that he loved and was eating 6-8 cups of food a day along with wet food, dog bones and treats. Unfortunately he was not putting on weight. It was in mid April that I noticed he was starting to lose weight again. This was not good as he realloy had no weight to lose. It was decided to not put him through more tests as that would not be comfortable for him. Due to his inability to put on weight, it is thought that he probably had cancer. This was not a diagnosis that I wanted to hear. Bringing him home, my son and I continued to give him food that he liked and lots of frozen bones. Sadly, Dukie lost interest in everything really quickly. He went from eating all that food to having a hard time eating canned wet food. After some very long and difficult conversations it was decided that it was time for Duke to go to Doggie Heaven as we call it in our house. The light was not shining in his eyes anymore. On April 28, 2011 Dukie went peacefully laid across my legs, with lots of snuggles and knowing he was loved dearly. He had become our dog. Now he is running free, without worrying about if he can eat or if he would be able to breath after playing and running. Thank you to Pound Rescue for taking this wonderful boy in and for gifting my family with his care. Fostering is not always easy, especially with older dogs or those who are sick. However, it is also extremely rewarding. Having seen the light in his eyes return, even for a short time, and giving Duke the love he so needed, was something I will always treasure. On March 17, 2011 Pound Rescue put out the call for help for a dog. He had been found on the side of the road, extremely skinny and malnourished. He was named Quinton, but we later found out his name was Duke (Dukie as we all ended up calling him). Seeing the request broke my heart as I hate seeing dogs who are suffering. I knew that I could offer him a place to call home while we tried to get him on the mend. Duke was full of love, wagging his tail and had the saddest eyes ever when I first met him. There was an issue with his throat where he could not swallow that well and he sounded like an old man who hacked all night long – but it was all the time. Once home he got set up in the office in his own room, a new dog bed, his own food bowls and not being bothered by the other dogs in the house. He took an instant liking to my son and I could tell that he had been around kids in the past. Even starving, he was full of love. After a lot of diagnostic tests done by Southpointe Veterianary Hospital, the results all came back inconclusive which was unfortunate as these tests cost Pound Rescue a lot of money to do. Instead, Dukie was put on medicine that would help relax his throat and help him digest his food. For a few weeks Duke’s eyes got the shine of life back into them. We changed up his food a lot to keep him eating. Finally, we found a puppy food that he loved and was eating 6-8 cups of food a day along with wet food, dog bones and treats. Unfortunately he was not putting on weight. It was in mid April that I noticed he was starting to lose weight again. This was not good as he realloy had no weight to lose. It was decided to not put him through more tests as that would not be comfortable for him. Due to his inability to put on weight, it is thought that he probably had cancer. This was not a diagnosis that I wanted to hear. Bringing him home, my son and I continued to give him food that he liked and lots of frozen bones. Sadly, Dukie lost interest in everything really quickly. He went from eating all that food to having a hard time eating canned wet food. After some very long and difficult conversations it was decided that it was time for Duke to go to Doggie Heaven as we call it in our house. The light was not shining in his eyes anymore. On April 28, 2011 Dukie went peacefully laid across my legs, with lots of snuggles and knowing he was loved dearly. He had become our dog. Now he is running free, without worrying about if he can eat or if he would be able to breath after playing and running. Thank you to Pound Rescue for taking this wonderful boy in and for gifting my family with his care. Fostering is not always easy, especially with older dogs or those who are sick. However, it is also extremely rewarding. Having seen the light in his eyes return, even for a short time, and giving Duke the love he so needed, was something I will always treasure.

]]> Comment on In Loving Memory by RJ http://www.poundrescue.com/ilm-test-post#comment-147 RJ Wed, 18 May 2011 20:40:02 +0000 http://poundrescue.orb3k.com/?p=429#comment-147 Those of you who have known me for long would remember my little girl Maggie. She was my pride and joy, my shadow. She went everywhere with me. Her time with me was short as her life was taken at a young age. When this happened my life felt like it had come to an end. My reason for being was gone… I remember swearing to never have another dog again as I couldn’t bare the pain of losing someone so close. I put a shield up convincing myself that by not sharing my life with an animal I would spare myself the hurt and heartache. 4 months later I was asked from a friend if I would consider fostering a dog that was abandoned by his guardians at the age of 9. I was living in a small mobile like unit at the time, and was worried as to what I was getting myself involved with. I remember meeting him for the first time; he was skin and bones, matted beyond belief. He was nervous as he was uncertain to who we were. We placed him on a table where we began to shave him. Even though he was so uncomfortable, he patiently allowed us to finish what we were doing with him. I remember Lucie pulling a piece of barbed wire and a piece of a pop can out of his mats, thinking to myself what on earth did this poor dog experience. I took him to my house with a bowl of food, brand new dog bed and treats of every flavor. He wanted nothing to do with any of it. He would lie near the door and whimper, for what I assumed was for his “people”. I remember thinking to myself that maybe he was just lost and that his guardians were out looking for him. How can a dog that seems so gentle and kind be thrown out? The following day the guardians were found. A message was left for them telling them that their dog was turned into a local vet clinic found wondering the streets. We waited for a reply, but nothing. The next day after returning home a message was left on our machine. It was them…. Calling to inform us they didn’t want him back and for us to give him a hug from the kids. How could they? It was awful, not only because these people were heartless, but awful because Riley was mourning the loss of what he considered to be his pack. The whining for him continued for a week’s time or so, when I think he realized that they weren’t coming back. He started to settle into the house, becoming comfortable with his new bed and new surroundings. He started coming to work with me on a daily basis. He began to fill in and put some weight one. The question was asked to me when he would be ready to be up for adoption. I knew instantly that this wouldn’t be an adoption for either him or me. How could I after he was discarded by his last people even consider letting him go again to somewhere new. From there it snow balled. His past created my future. A journey into animal rescue. It was a domino effect. Since my chapter with Riley hundreds of dogs and cats have come into our home. He was always so patient with all of the animals. The puppies would steal his chews and toys, and Riley would just move on with something else. It was as if he knew. He understood why they kept coming in; he knew that they would get what they needed until they too had the happy ending he got. To everyone who knew him, they knew a friend, a loyal companion. He was a regular at work where he got to greet customers or lie directly under the till so that he was always at your feet. When he would go for runs, he always would greet every dog. He would pounce like a deer; even at the age of 16 he was full of life. Riley was so lucky to have such amazing people in his life. Linda took such great care of him, bringing him for daily walks with the senior dogs, and lounging with him on the patio in the summers. Barb who watched him so often while I was away and making sure he was given the best of care. My family who would never hesitate to look after him when help was needed. My friends at Souhtpouinte Pet Hospital were always there for him and me when his health would take a turn. His remaining minutes were in my arms, and with the compassionate staff at McKnight vet clinic. Everyone there was so amazing and quick to tend to his needs. Thank you Riley for coming into my life and opening my eyes to the suffering of so many animals. Without you I’m not sure where my life and the life of many animals would be. Those of you who have known me for long would remember my little girl Maggie. She was my pride and joy, my shadow. She went everywhere with me. Her time with me was short as her life was taken at a young age. When this happened my life felt like it had come to an end. My reason for being was gone…
I remember swearing to never have another dog again as I couldn’t bare the pain of losing someone so close. I put a shield up convincing myself that by not sharing my life with an animal I would spare myself the hurt and heartache.
4 months later I was asked from a friend if I would consider fostering a dog that was abandoned by his guardians at the age of 9. I was living in a small mobile like unit at the time, and was worried as to what I was getting myself involved with. I remember meeting him for the first time; he was skin and bones, matted beyond belief. He was nervous as he was uncertain to who we were. We placed him on a table where we began to shave him. Even though he was so uncomfortable, he patiently allowed us to finish what we were doing with him. I remember Lucie pulling a piece of barbed wire and a piece of a pop can out of his mats, thinking to myself what on earth did this poor dog experience.
I took him to my house with a bowl of food, brand new dog bed and treats of every flavor. He wanted nothing to do with any of it. He would lie near the door and whimper, for what I assumed was for his “people”. I remember thinking to myself that maybe he was just lost and that his guardians were out looking for him. How can a dog that seems so gentle and kind be thrown out?
The following day the guardians were found. A message was left for them telling them that their dog was turned into a local vet clinic found wondering the streets. We waited for a reply, but nothing.
The next day after returning home a message was left on our machine. It was them…. Calling to inform us they didn’t want him back and for us to give him a hug from the kids. How could they?
It was awful, not only because these people were heartless, but awful because Riley was mourning the loss of what he considered to be his pack. The whining for him continued for a week’s time or so, when I think he realized that they weren’t coming back.
He started to settle into the house, becoming comfortable with his new bed and new surroundings. He started coming to work with me on a daily basis. He began to fill in and put some weight one.
The question was asked to me when he would be ready to be up for adoption. I knew instantly that this wouldn’t be an adoption for either him or me. How could I after he was discarded by his last people even consider letting him go again to somewhere new.
From there it snow balled. His past created my future. A journey into animal rescue. It was a domino effect. Since my chapter with Riley hundreds of dogs and cats have come into our home. He was always so patient with all of the animals. The puppies would steal his chews and toys, and Riley would just move on with something else. It was as if he knew. He understood why they kept coming in; he knew that they would get what they needed until they too had the happy ending he got. To everyone who knew him, they knew a friend, a loyal companion. He was a regular at work where he got to greet customers or lie directly under the till so that he was always at your feet.

When he would go for runs, he always would greet every dog. He would pounce like a deer; even at the age of 16 he was full of life.
Riley was so lucky to have such amazing people in his life. Linda took such great care of him, bringing him for daily walks with the senior dogs, and lounging with him on the patio in the summers. Barb who watched him so often while I was away and making sure he was given the best of care. My family who would never hesitate to look after him when help was needed.
My friends at Souhtpouinte Pet Hospital were always there for him and me when his health would take a turn.
His remaining minutes were in my arms, and with the compassionate staff at McKnight vet clinic. Everyone there was so amazing and quick to tend to his needs.
Thank you Riley for coming into my life and opening my eyes to the suffering of so many animals. Without you I’m not sure where my life and the life of many animals would be.

]]> Comment on The no-kill approach to animal rescue by Janice Wigham http://www.poundrescue.com/the-no-kill-approach-to-animal-rescue#comment-116 Janice Wigham Thu, 12 May 2011 19:36:25 +0000 http://poundrescue.orb3k.com/?p=593#comment-116 I notice you did not provide a link to the blog about which you are so offended. I read the blog by Patricia Cameron and she didn't say any of the things you said she said. Here is her blog URL. If you are anywhere near honest, you would post this on your site so people can do an honest comparison. How disappointing that you deal in deceit. http://www.calgaryhumane.ca/page.aspx?pid=385 I notice you did not provide a link to the blog about which you are so offended. I read the blog by Patricia Cameron and she didn’t say any of the things you said she said. Here is her blog URL. If you are anywhere near honest, you would post this on your site so people can do an honest comparison. How disappointing that you deal in deceit.

http://www.calgaryhumane.ca/page.aspx?pid=385

]]> Comment on Ode to Adolpho by Elizabeth M. Ginn http://www.poundrescue.com/ode-to-adolpho#comment-113 Elizabeth M. Ginn Wed, 11 May 2011 17:18:17 +0000 http://poundrescue.orb3k.com/?p=503#comment-113 Very moving story. Where is he now? Precious, precious boy! Very moving story. Where is he now? Precious, precious boy!

]]> Comment on The no-kill approach to animal rescue by Maureen Hurly http://www.poundrescue.com/the-no-kill-approach-to-animal-rescue#comment-112 Maureen Hurly Wed, 11 May 2011 03:47:39 +0000 http://poundrescue.orb3k.com/?p=593#comment-112 This is an extremely well written, well thought out article. If a small, all-volunteer organization with limited resources such as Pound Rescue, can do so much to help so many animals, I have to believe that Calgary Humane Society, a large organization with many times the Pound Rescue budget, volunteers and staff could do better and also become no-kill. Please check out the work of Nathan Winograd, author of books such as "Redemption", in which he details his plans for a No-Kill America, and describes in detail how he and others have transformed animal shelters from high kill to no-kill facilities. Killing adoptable animals is never the answer, as Dr Barrie eloquently stated, and dealing with the issue of homeless animals by killing them is an admission of failure of so- called welfare and what are supposed to be animal protection groups. Thank you to Pound Rescue and all the other no-kill rescue groups who value each life, who never give up, and for whom killing is not an option. This is an extremely well written, well thought out article. If a small, all-volunteer organization with limited resources such as Pound Rescue, can do so much to help so many animals, I have to believe that Calgary Humane Society, a large organization with many times the Pound Rescue budget, volunteers and staff could do better and also become no-kill. Please check out the work of Nathan Winograd, author of books such as “Redemption”, in which he details his plans for a No-Kill America, and describes in detail how he and others have transformed animal shelters from high kill to no-kill facilities. Killing adoptable animals is never the answer, as Dr Barrie eloquently stated, and dealing with the issue of homeless animals by killing them is an admission of failure of so- called welfare and what are supposed to be animal protection groups.
Thank you to Pound Rescue and all the other no-kill rescue groups who value each life, who never give up, and for whom killing is not an option.

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