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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.
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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.

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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
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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.
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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,
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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.
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| Charley’s
Strays |
| P. O. Box
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| Limestone,
ME 04750 |
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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
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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!
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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 |
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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.
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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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