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"All my dogs have been a ladder for me to God." Poppy's Mom

And God gives us these little ones, loving, forgiving, and comforting us, and knowing that we are physical beings, he gives us these little creatures to hug and kiss, to nourish and fulfill our need to touch, especially when we are alone.

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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Chimp Haven

Whether born in Africa or born in a cage, each of the chimps at Chimp Haven, located near Shreveport, Louisiana, has spent decades in medical labs. Each has contributed to the understanding of polio, Hepatitis and HIV. They've done their job. Now they are free and they are home.

Read about this wonderful and interesting facility, located near Shreveport, Louisiana, on their website at: http://www.chimphaven.org/. Also, read the article by Angela Hill, WWL TV in New Orleans about her visit to this facility. Her article and a video are here: http://www.wwltv.com/local/stories/wwl042808mlchimp.acb61205.html

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Molly

This is Molly - a sweet little lady who probably has gone through much in all her years. A couple of years ago, she came to Maltese Rescue when her forever mom had a stroke. The relatives dropped her off at a shelter with no information about her, not even her name or age. I became her foster mom, and this is what I wrote about her then:

  • Molly is a very sweet little girl with a great disposition. She's a gentle creature, likes to play and run with me and gets along well Poppy, Tashee, Juniper and Pal. Her mom had a stroke and went into a nursing home. The family turned Molly over to the local shelter who contacted Northcentral Maltese Rescue. She had some health issues which were corrected (thanks to Maltese Rescue). She obeys the commands of sit and stay and enjoys walks on a lease. Initially, she seemed like a little old lady, but the years began to fall away. Now she skips through the house like a young girl. She is more joyful every day, but she is waiting - waiting for her forever mom. It's as if she knows her present situation is temporary, and she wants her very own lap. She's saving her kisses for her mom.

Then she was adopted, but unfortunately her new dad died and her mom was not able to keep her because of finances and because of her health problems. So Molly has been back with me the last few weeks to join our other five Malts again.

At first Molly wasn't too happy here this second time, and I wasn't too happy either because she would bite me. Things have settled down now. No more bites. I've learned that she may be a little hard of hearing so must be approached gently. I've also learned that she decides where she will sleep at night and that's that. I don't try to move her as she does not want to be bothered. I guess being a senior gives one certain privileges.

My vet was kind enough to give her an annual, shots, and blood test at no charge. Molly received a glowing report on her blood tests except her thyroid is a little low so she's on medicine for that. She also has tumors on her tummy. She weighs about 10 pounds and loves to eat often but small amounts.

Although she hobbles along like the little old lady that she is, she also is becoming more and more frisky and on occasion runs through the house with all the others and with me. I see history repeating itself as she becomes more joyful.

I think she needs more individual attention than I'm able to give with five others in the household along with my being gone four days a week to work. My husband is retired and so tries to spend time with her. She likes hanging out with him. I thinks she needs a strong bond with at least one constant and consistent person in her life. She has been bounced around too much. Keep her in your prayers.
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Molly had surgery later in 2008 to remove mammary tumors. After than she continued to decline, becoming more and more feeble. She tried her best to follow my husband around like always, but it became more and more difficult. I picked her up one night to comfort her, and in a little while, she died in my arms. We were so sad for her. I pray that she is with Poppy and Teddy, running like the wind, free and healthy.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Talking Dogs

Thursday, April 3, 2008

If I Didn't Have Dogs

Author Unknown

I could walk around the yard in safety.
My house could be carpeted instead of tiled or
laminated.
All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and car would be free of hair.
When the doorbell rings, it wouldn't sound like a kennel.
When the doorbell rings, I could get to the door without wading through fuzzy bodies that beat me there.
I could sit on the couch and my bed the way I wanted, without taking into consideration how much space several fur bodies would need to get comfortable.
I would have money...and no guilt to go on a vacation.
I would not be on a first name basis with the veterinarian, as I put his yet unborn grand kids through college.
The most used words in my vocabulary would not be: out, sit, down, come, stay, and leave it.
My house would not be cordoned off into zones with baby gates or barriers.
My house would not look like a day care center with toys everywhere.
My pockets would not contain things like poop bags, treats and an extra leash.
I would no longer have to spell the words:
B-A-L-L,
F-R-I-S-B-E-E,
W-A-L-K,
T-R-E-A-T,
R-I-D-E.
I would not have as many leaves inside my house as outside.
I'd look forward to Spring and the rainy season instead of dreading the mud season.
I would not have to answer the question: 'Why do you have so many animals?' from people who will never have the joy in their lives of knowing they are loved unconditionally by someone as close to an angel as they will ever get.
How empty my life would be!


Prayer for Animals

Hear our humble prayer, O God, for our friends the animals, especially for animals who are suffering; for animals that are overworked, underfed and cruelly treated; for all wistful creatures in captivity that beat their wings against bars; for any that are hunted or lost or deserted or frightened or hungry; for all that must be put death. We entreat for them all Thy mercy and pity, and for those who deal with them we ask a heart of compassion and gentle hands and kindly words. Make us, ourselves, to be true friends to animals, and so to share the blessings of the merciful. (Albert Schweitzer)

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