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Sheltering Helpless Animals In Distress - South Shore, Nova Scotia
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Written by Shaid
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Friday, 27 January 2012 14:36 |
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Mogley was a black and white, longhaired cat with three legs. He found me one day as I picked blueberries. I heard the rustle of bushes, and then a cat peeked his head out and watched me. I must have passed his test because, when my bucket was full of berries, Mogley followed me home {with a little “pss pss pss” encouragement}. We had a tremendous 6 years together. Mogley was one of those cats that when he looked at you, it seemed like he was talking to you. When I was sick he would lie on my chest. While I gardened, he lay beside me as I hoed out the rows. He also tried his hand at weeding, but that included my many lettuces; so we played chase too.
Days after relocating to the ‘country’, Mogley went outside and did not come back.
I was heartbroken when Mogley left. I called radio stations, the local SPCA and animal shelter. I also pasted the tiny community I had moved to, with homemade posters of my Missing Mogley. I walked day after day with three dogs and a baby looking for my three-legged cat. Days turned into weeks, and eventually, weeks into months, with no word.
Early spring arrived and I received a call from an elderly neighbor. She said she thought she found my cat, and added Mogley was a little wild and she had him cornered in her shed. Dressed for a rescue, my toddler son and I raced to bring Mogley home. We set some food out as encouragement and, eventually, we caught him.
Jubilated, I peered in the cat carrier at my long lost cat. Mogley, my longhaired black and white three-legged cat had changed. He somehow grew another leg, had changed color, and was shorter. I commented to the lady that the cat had four legs, not three and this kitty was a brown tabby color versus black and white. {I decided to leave out the hair length, I did not want to point out the all too obvious}. The neighbor inspected the kitty and eventually agreed my cat had changed. As we stood there, staring at one another, my elderly neighbor explained she could not continue to take care of the stray cat, that she was on a fixed income and could not afford cat food. Not being able to walk away from New Kitty, my son and I carried her home. Oh yes, Mogley was also now, a girl.
This cat slept in my small office closet for days. When rested, she would only venture out at night to eat and take care of business. It took Frankie two years to move out of the office closet and adopt a small bedroom upstairs. She slept there for four years, only coming down to eat. In the past two years, Frankie has found the courage to jump up on our laps for a pat. She rolls awkwardly around on my husbands lap, and kneads bread, hard. She pads so forcefully she gets stuck in clothing and furniture. She is still finding her ‘cat’ ways and we love her.
When we took Frankie to the vet so long ago to be spayed, they noted that Frankie had several teeth missing, had a broken jaw that healed, and her leg and hip had mended at an odd angle from another break. They guessed she was thrown from a car, abused, or hit by a car.
There are lessons to be learned from this story. If I had not taken her, Frankie would have been dependent on birds for food and unwelcoming sheds for warmth. She also would have filled our community with unwanted and unloved kittens. Some neighbors would have turned a blind eye, thinking it was not their responsibility, but Frankie did come from somewhere …. As for the elderly neighbor, she did have a point. We live in a society where it costs a family the equivalent of a decent grocery order to spay their cat.
Today I am grateful I kept Frankie, {there really was no question that I would not!} but besides it being the humane thing to do for another living creature, it was also a kind and responsible act for my community.
From time to time, I still look for my three-legged friend and hope fervently someone found him and gave him a loving home, like I did for my Frankie.
We have several abandoned cats and dogs that need a home. Please come and see Harold and the gang. We are open everyday 11-3.
Also, any fundraisers that name SHAID as recipient of funds, should be first discussed with the Shelter Manager and/or Members of the Board of SHAID. We have Fundraiser Forms to be completed. We also provide official tax receipts for any monetary donations. SHAID is a charitable association and depends on fundraising and donations only to run 365 days a year. Help us help you raise needed funds for our South Shore animals. Thank you neighbors!
We are SHAID.
They need YOU.
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Written by Shaid
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Sunday, 22 January 2012 01:18 |
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My name is Elizabeth. Most people wonder how I got here, and to tell you the truth, I am still trying to figure it out myself.
I come from a big family. I was born to a Mom who cared for me. She fed me, kept me warm and taught me what I needed to know to survive. But somehow, I have got myself in a situation that hurts. I think I trusted the wrong person, and now my life is in danger.
My leg hurts and I am unable to run. It was broken in an accident, but my human family did not seem to notice - or decided not to notice-I can never be sure. I was unable to use it for some time and, as I lay waiting for the bones to mend, my leg set at an odd angle. Eventually my leg, or what was left of it, became lame and useless. It dangled behind me and it never extended, so I could not put weight on it.
Now here I am, on Thanksgiving night, hiding the best way that I can. We are huddled in a box. To be clear, I am with 4 other feline friends. We have been dumped in a strange place on a dark night.
It is cold. I am afraid. I can not jump out of the carrier, neither can my friends. We can’t run for protection, and we can’t hide from predators. We are simply stuck here.
…This is how we found Elizabeth and her companions in the parking lot of SHAID. Shocking? Yes. Everytime a situation like this happens, we are reminded of the neglect and abuse our human family is sometimes capable of.
We would like to take this opportunity to ask that if you are privy to, or suspect animal abuse, call SPCA at 1-888-703-7722. Tell someone. You can call us at 543-4849 and we can help with the process.
We still have several long-term residents who are in desperate need of a home, and not a cage.
Milo- a loving dog to humans, but does not tolerate cats or other dogs very well.
Meghan and Ritchie- Two long term cats who need a permanent home to play, sleep and play some more.
Callie and Sawyer- Two older cats who deserve to spend their retirement years with a loving family.
New Shelter Hours. Everyday 11am til 3pm…We will see you very soon.
S.H.A.I.D.
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Last Updated on Sunday, 22 January 2012 01:21 |
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Written by Shaid
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Saturday, 07 January 2012 21:50 |
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Recently, I travelled out of country to renew, refresh and revive. After several days of lounging in the sun, I decided to join a tour group to visit the local shops. Missing my human, feline and canine family terribly, I sauntered from store to store with a pasted smile on my face. Rounding a corner, I spied a local sitting on a storefront porch and beside him, sat a cat. Leaving several of mine at home, this black cat was a welcome sight. After spotting him, I smiled, kneeled down and squealed “Hi Kitty” in my high-pitched, motherly voice. The cat looked at me and then looked away. As I waved to him, the more ‘refined’ travellers I was with during the tour, looked at me like I had, well, more than one head. Quickly I gathered myself together and followed blindly behind the tour group. But before turning the corner I stopped, turned around, and went back to find black cat. He was on the same porch where I found him, lounging in the sun. Gingerly I walked over to him and patted him several times. I told black cat how happy I was to see him and told him how much I missed my feline family. He sat stoically straight and accepted each lingering pat I gave him. After several minutes, he decided that I was indeed embarrassing myself {and him} and he strolled to the other side of the porch. Feeling full in my heart, I asked a passerby about this cat. The friendly islander told me that her name was Black-Cat. Black-Cat had lived in the retail district for as long as she herself came to live on the island, some 15 years ago. Black-Cat was a marina cat that was cared for by all of the vendors. She had two feeding stations set up and visited the shops through out the day. I asked about stray cats on the island and I was eagerly told about several veterinarians who banned together and spayed and neutered animals for $20.00 for those families who struggled financially. They also practiced spaying and neutering feral cats and abandoned cats for free.
Having left home to take vacation in order to renew and replenish, this was exactly what I needed to hear: An act of love and respect for an animal with no monetary gain. Helping the helpless out of purity of heart. I had found what I had lost: the belief in the good of my fellow wo/man.
Consider giving of yourself this New Year. Provide a home, love, food and shelter to these pets in need. Here are some animals looking for you:
CATS:
Elizabeth, a 3-legged cat is still waiting for a caring home.
There are 3 seniors still waiting: Dee-Dee a tortoiseshell, Sawyer, a calico and Kallie, a diluted tortie. We hope Sawyer and Kallie are adopted together!
There are long-term residents like Fran, a Russian Blue; Richie, bright grey akin to a Chartreus; Meghan, a sweet tabby. Also waiting is the majestic and black Carter; All are all still waiting....
DOGS:
Butterscotch the lab, boxer, pit-bull mix is craving attention and love. She is talkative, but her barks are for attention- she loves people and children. She is 2 years old, strong, but well-behaved. She will require dog experienced owners, but they will enjoy Butterscotch’s personality.
Milo, Horton and Baxter and Randy are still waiting. They need a unique, special home.
Louise is new and loves people and cats! Louise is a middle-aged dog and serves as our people greeter! |
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Written by Shaid
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Thursday, 24 November 2011 00:39 |
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* THE S.H.A.I.D. WISH LIST *
People from the community and supporters often asked us about a wish list
that could help the little animal shelter ...
here it is!!
- Paper towels - Javex
- Non-clumping cat litter - Canned cat & dog food
- Cat food for urinary track - Cat food for sensitive stomach
- Kitten food - Small fleece blankets for cats and kittens
- Medium size fleece or woollen blankets for dogs
- Detergent without perfume for H.E. washer
- Gloves - Small cotton kitchen rugs
- Disinfectant (check with the staff) - Office supplies & stamps
- Stainless steel cat & dog dishes - Cat & dog toys,
Black plastic garbage bags, ... Thanks SO much!
We are open every day from 11 am to 3 pm ... Looking forward to seeing you at the shelter 
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Last Updated on Sunday, 08 January 2012 01:42 |
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Written by Shaid
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Monday, 28 November 2011 15:21 |
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Are you looking for the perfect gift for the animal lovers in your life? I thought I would remind you that SHAID has its own online shop with lots of items bearing our gorgeous new logo. From pins to sweatshirts, mugs to aprons, dog/cat dishes to clocks and much, much more. The SHAID Shop is located at www.cafepress.com/shaid
This is but a few of the items offered. Have a look!
    
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Last Updated on Saturday, 07 January 2012 21:49 |
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Written by Shaid
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Friday, 04 February 2011 13:21 |
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If possible, give your cat his own room with food and litter for about a week, especially if your new pet is shy or if you have a multi-pet household. Visit often for cuddles and play. If he hides, don't worry. When the food is disappearing, all is well. Other pets will become accustomed to the newcomer's smell through the door. If you are particularly concerned about the adjustment of other pets, you can even change places after a week or so. Allow the new animal out into the home and place the old-timer in the room where he or she will have a great time sniffing. After preparations such as these, there is usually little fuss when the door is finally opened.
Cats are much safer when kept indoors. If you decide to allow kitty to go out, be sure he is wearing ID on a break-free or elastic collar which will release if he should become entangled. Bring him in for supper and keep him in. Never allow a kitten outdoors until she is spayed.
Nails can be easily trimmed and it helps protect your furniture. Just remove the portion that rounds over. Provide several scratching posts. Heavy plastic tacked to tempting corners of your furniture may help divert his attention to a nearby scratching post.
Declawing is not supported by SHAID and other humane societies and should only be a last resort when euthanasia is the only other alternative.
There are so many cats and kittens waiting patiently in shelters across Canada. Please consider giving them a chance to live. Allowing any cat to breed, for any reason, is cruel to the entire species. Hundreds of thousands suffer for want of a home, or are mistreated becasue they are seen as disposable. Anything that is too plentiful tends to be considered unimportant. |
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