Charley's Strays, Inc.

P. O. Box 64

Limestone, Maine 04750

Tel. 207-426-9482 or Jim at 207-325-8894

 

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August 2009

Dear Friends:

Oh, the life of a cat at Charley’s Strays; rather at Mary’s home, being cuddled, sitting behind a window watching the birds and the bees, not having a care in this world. What else can a feline want? Not like the poor dogs, who had to deal with lots of rain, then such a high humidity when the sun did come out, that it might as well have rained. Besides that they have to bark in this heat when someone drives by, just to let these people know how well protected the premises are.

 

All that barking makes them very hungry; needing lots of chewies. These of course could be brought along to next month’s fundraiser, IF y’all show up! Especially since Cindy Houston promised to bake some of those delicious dog-biscuits again. These can be sold to unsuspecting people, just to tell them after they buy these treats that our dogs really would appreciate to eat them all by themselves. Some of those gullible humans normally part with their just-bought cookies again. But then we do have lots of human treats too, and the humans don’t have to give THESE back, because we usually have enough to feed everybody. We need you at the fundraiser, in October. Come rain or shine, humidity or snow, please make plans to see what’s new, and maybe do your Christmas shopping, too.

 

Teddy, our black bear, is still coming for his daily food. Even with his broken front leg, he manages to show up every evening. Up until he had the broken leg he never came closer to the house then about 20 yards. Since his accident, he comes some times all the way to the kitchen door. It seems like he wants to let us know that he is here, and that he needs food. Of course in the shape he is in, it must be horrible for him to roam large areas in the woods to find berries and whatever else a bear eats. But, no fear, he gets fed.

Besides his bag of suet, I put a bowl of honey, or once a bowl of old potato chips out there. He is a very finicky eater, he would not touch the chips, but he did eat a piece of home baked bread, which was in the same bowl.

 

Last night I shined the flashlight out, because he was late for his food. I did not see him, so I opened the door to get a better look. He was laying about five feet away from the door. Scared the heck out of me. He just eased up, turned around and moseyed slowly away from me. No snarling, or hissing, which he does when another bear comes close to him. This has happened a couple of times, that younger, smaller bears tried to take his food, but even with his injuries he makes sure to scare them off. I do not feed the other bears. At one time years ago, when I felt sorry for them, I started to feed, and by the end of the summer we had eight black bears hanging around. I could not handle that. So from then on when a stranger came, Jim and I tried our best to chase him away. Acting ignorant and waving arms like windmills usually does it. Two frying pans slapped together will scare them off, too.

  

Since it has been over four weeks now, we figure Teddy will survive. The injuries he sustained to his face, which made me think an infection would eventually kill him, seem to be healing. And when he goes into hibernation, hopefully his bone will mend too.

 

 


The shelter news is pretty bad this month. One of the dogs we just took in recently, and which we had already decided would be non-adoptable, bit Ted. We all have our shares of dog bites; I guess that goes along with the job. We take in very scared dogs at times, and some of them think the only way they will not get hurt, again, by a human is to bite him first. Anyway, within 24 hours Ted’s bite became infected, and ended up in the hospital. He had to stay there for four days, and even three weeks after the bit. Ted is still not back on his feet. He says he is feeling better every day, but is constantly tired from the infection.

 

The other news is not quite as bad, only for the wallet – Max, the Shar Pei, has been having eye infections ever since we got him a few months ago. A trip to the vet, drops twice daily for his eye for the rest of his life – we did not think that would be anything this poor dog should be dealing with. Dr. Slack, our vet, told us that these types of dogs, because of all the wrinkles and folds they have, usually have a small eyelid-surgery while they are pups. This was not done for Max. What really gets me:  most women and men alike try to get rid of all the wrinkles which pop up once we get older. On the other hand, we pay people to actually breed dogs covered in wrinkles and folds? Why do we insist on a smooth look for ourselves, but think it’s cute when a dog has wrinkles? This is totally beyond my understanding.

Anyway, Max had to go back in for eyelid-surgery. Part of the lid is sewn up, or something to that effect. While he was recuperating, he started to dig on the freshly sewn up lids, and because of that, he had to stay at the animal hospital for several days, too. So another large vet bill on the horizon. I am just glad that happened at the vet’s clinic. If it had happened at the shelter, some smart person would have blamed us for not taking care of our dogs properly. Believe me, that has happened before, when a dog pulled on her stitches. But then, it’s always easy to be a critical bystander.

 

Now to our supporters:

“Our” artisan Jean Tillson painted a dog picture for a friend and requested, he make a donation to Charley’s Strays, which he did. Judy Rohweder has two grandchildren who are being raised as animal lovers; both had birthdays this months, and Judy mailed us a check in lieu of birthday gifts for Kevin and Sandra Bravo.


CAT REPORT  –  August 2009

Not much to say about our cats this month – either they’ve all been healthy and well-behaved, or the heat and humidity have left me too brain-dead to notice what they’re up to. They’ve not minded the weather much. Most are smart enough to lounge around taking it easy while it’s really bad; they get livelier when the air conditioning is on and at night when the house cools down a bit. However, they’re not smart enough to stay off the porch when the thermometer hits 90 degrees; three days in a row I had to shut them in while they ate breakfast and not let them out until evening.

 

Lisa and Pooh are doing well in their new living arrangement; with dry food down all the time, they’re getting more to eat, and they have more space to explore. Lisa’s found the bed on top of a bookcase that gives a view out over the street and seems to enjoy watching the world, as long as it’s not too noisy. When I’m upstairs delivering meals and cleaning,

Pooh occasionally wanders into the room where Purina and her friends live, and that all goes smoothly. Woodstock, though, intimidates them.  I’ve not seen him do anything threatening or aggressive, but they treat him with respect and keep their distance. He often sleeps on their placemat, so keeping their distance means eating his food instead of their own; since they’re all on the same diet, that’s no big deal. 

 

Thanks, as always, to the cats’ friends who are so thoughtful about sending them things.  I’ve had coupons this month from Christel Friedow, Teresa Parent and Judy Smith; Arlene Hayes, Iris Martinello, Irma Simon and Roberta Chaves, and Karen, the Charles’ cat and some new friends from an organization called SAFE brought food.  

 

SAFE stands for Searsport Animal Fund Endowment, and what the group does is hold fundraisers and share the proceeds among people who need financial help to keep their pets fed and healthy in their own homes, instead of giving them to shelters. What a great idea! Right up there with spay/neuter programs and pet food pantries. Gosh, if enough people would start or support those kinds of programs, maybe all our dogs and cats could find good homes.

 

 


Our mailing address:
Charley’s Strays
P. O. Box 64
Limestone, ME 04750

  

Maureen Dowd sent us a donation in memory of dog Kippy, beloved companion of Pauline and Tony Wenham.

 

Jean and Ralph Catignani have several friends who all went through a very sad time last month. Jean and Ralph sent us checks in memory of Robert Brag’s dog Kippy, who passed on to the Pearly Gates.

 

Maggie, beloved dog of Joanie Bell and Earl Weinshel, and Bubba, who left his human family Rochelle and Jim Porter.

 

To the above supporters of our Shelter, and to the following who helped us again by mailing us packages with treats and cards, stamps and donations:

 

Arlene Hayes, Reading

Carole Parker, Stoughton

Charlotte Travis, Saugus

Cindy Houston, Woburn

Cristine Cardello, Melrose

Dale Critchley, S. Weymouth

David Fuller, Milville

Donna Bering, Saugus

Dorothy D’Alessandro, Oss.

Dorothy Eckstein, Medford

Enid Hayes, Halifax

George Hinds, Cambridge

Gigi Welch, Stonington

Iris Martinello, Tewksbury

Irma Simon, China

Jean Catignani, Conway

Joan Ryan, New Bedford

Joe D’Alessandro, Tuftonboro

Jon & Barb Anderson, Augusta

Joseph Blake, New Bedford

Joseph Crowley, Westport

Josephine Ford, Holden

Josephine Smith, Woburn

Judith Santos, N. Reading

Judith Smith, Belmont

Judy Rohweder, Northport

Laureen Alden, Stoughton

Linda Merriam, Dresden

Lorena & Harry Clark, Bev.

Lynn Frischmann, Los Gatos

Marcia Smith, Bucksport

Marian Delarue, Woburn

Marlene Kaplan, Melrose

Mary Klayda, Winchester

Maureen Dowd, Sargentville

Melody Lavers, Pownal

Mildred Walker, Presque Isle

Nancy Brown, Waltham

Nancy Capone, Wakefield

Nancy Capone, Wakefield

Naomi Teixeira, Jay

Pat Thain, N. Billerica

Robert Hull, Lawrence

Roberta Chaves, Westport

Sandra Nicholson, Beverly

Susan Borsic, Woburn

   

Thank you!

   

 
 

Please read the touching story of the “broken” eagle. Have a great summer month, with lot’s of sunshine and little humidity, and take care of yourselves

 

Gabriele, Mary, Karen, Ted and Jim

 
 

Freedom and Jeff

Freedom and I have been together 10 years this summer. She came in as a baby in 1998 with two broken wings. Her left wing doesn't open all the way even after surgery, it was broken in 4 places . She's my baby.

     
   

When Freedom came in she could not stand and both wings were broken. She was emaciated and covered in lice. We made the decision to give her a chance at life, so I took her to the vets office From then on, I was always around her. We had her in a huge dog carrier with the top off, and it was loaded up with shredded newspaper for her to lay in. I used to sit and talk to her, urging her to live, to fight; and she would lay there looking at me with those big brown eyes. We also had to tube feed her for weeks.

This went on for 4-6 weeks, and by then she still couldn't stand. It got to the point where the decision was made to euthanize her if she couldn't stand in a week. You know you don't want to cross that line between torture and rehab, and it looked like death was winning. She was going to be put down that Friday, and I was supposed to come in on that Thursday afternoon. I didn't want to go to the center that Thursday, because I couldn't bear the thought of her being euthanized; but I went anyway, and when I walked in everyone was grinning from ear to ear. I went immediately back to her cage; and there she was, standing on her own, a big beautiful eagle. She was ready to live. I was just about in tears by then. That was a very good day. 

We knew she could never fly, so the director asked me to glove train her. I got her used to the glove, and then to jesses, and we started doing education programs for schools in western Washington We wound up in the newspapers, radio (believe it or not) and some TV . Miracle Pets even did a show about us.

In the spring of 2000, I was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. I had stage 3, which is not good (one major organ plus everywhere), so I wound up doing 8 months of chemo. Lost the hair - the whole bit.. I missed a lot of work. When I felt good enough,  I would go to Sarvey and take Freedom out for walks. Freedom would also come to me in my dreams and help me fight the cancer. This happened time and time again.

Fast forward to November 2000, the day after Thanksgiving, I went in for my last checkup. I was told that if the cancer was not all gone after 8 rounds of chemo, then my last option was a stem cell transplant. Anyway, they did the tests; and I had to come back Monday for the results. I went in Monday, and I was told that all the cancer was gone. 



So the first thing I did was get up to Sarvey and take the big girl out for a walk. It was misty and cold.. I went to her flight and jessed her up, and we went out front to the top of the hill. I hadn't said a word to Freedom, but somehow she knew. She looked at me and wrapped both her wings around me to where I could feel them pressing in on my back (I was engulfed in eagle wings), and she touched my nose with her beak and stared into my eyes, and we just stood there like that for I don't know how long. That was a magic moment. We have been soul mates ever since she came in. This is a very special bird.

On a side note: I have had people who were sick come up to us when we are out, and Freedom has some kind of hold on them. I once had a guy who was terminal come up to us and I let him hold her. His knees just about buckled and he swore he could feel her power course through his body. I have so many stories like that. 

I never forget the honor I have of being so close to such a magnificent spirit as Freedom's.

   
     
 

 

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