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Hash Tag Lights For Pets


Sometimes I wonder who invents these things, it’s like one day someone decided today is going to be a day to honor so and so. Out of nowhere yesterday, a post on facebook brough lights for pets to my attention. So on Thursday September 26th, we will all remember and honor the millions of homeless pets in shelters throughout the nation, and to do so, somewhere in your status on facebook with me #lightsforpets.

First of all, I have yet to understand what and where did this “hash tag” has come from. It’s like it just went viral and now everyone is doing it. I don’t think hash tag for pets really went to viral, I did not see much of it on facebook, but I could be wrong, I don’t spend enough time on facebook as everyone thinks I do.

Today on my day off, I went to do what I usually do , spend time with the shelter babies. It was going to be my status for lights for pets. While just hanging about with a little dog, I spotted something with a shelter number that was very familiar to me. A while back I wrote a blog poem called “I couldn’t save you” about a shelter boy I was not able to save and who was euthanized. This thing that I found has his number and name on it. It belonged to him. Now I have his collar, it sits just above my stove in my kitchen, I see it everyday. But seeing this thing that was his, and thinking of him. It brought tears to my eyes. I loved that dog more then anything and tired my best, but that still was not enough. It did not save him.

So my lights for pets will be honoring those in shelter everyone that we have all got attached to and could not save. When our hearts are breaking, and we feel we can not continue what we do. We need to honor those who we have lost just has much as we should honor those who are still with us. Those just waiting, waiting to see what fate has in store for them.

Can I take them all home?


When working with animals, it’s so hard to not get attached to them. You can not save them all, no matter how hard you try. Living in an apartment, I am limited to how many I can foster at one time, it’s funny because those ones that touch my heart, tend to come in packs. It’s like I want to save this one, and that one, and those ones, and can I take that one, that one and this one all home and work with them. It’s never just one dog that shows up and I am just attached to, it is always a few at a time.

I currently have two on my list, who I want to help if they don’t pass their temperament test. Those two dogs are so lovely, one is a little nervous and still not sure what he thinks of the shelter yet. I can not post any pictures of them or any information until they become available for adoption, or make their way into my home.

Lots of people always ask me how do I bring them into my home and can just let them go so easy. It’s not easy at all, that is for sure. But what would be harder. Leaving them to be euthanized at the shelter because of a problem that may possibly be fixable and trying to save the animals life, or just letting the animal be euthanized and not doing anything at all to help? Yes I know I can’t help them all…but if my home is empty and I have the space, why wouldn’t I try?

I know my limits and I know what I can, and what I can not handle. If I can take them on, I will, and it will be, because I know or I feel I can help them or at least try. I have not had a foster dog since marley, she was very hard for me to give up. I wanted to keep her, but I just did not have the room for her, and three dogs in my apartment just would not work. I still think of her and I am glad I was able to make a difference in her life and keep her alive and help her find her forever home.

It is exhausting, when you work 8 hour shifts and come home and your still working because now you have your animals, and whatever fosters that are in the house to take care of. It doesn’t end when you leave the shelter. The work continues. As long as there are shelter overpopulated with animals, and homeless pets, the work will always continue.

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I couldn’t save you


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Spent three days trying to get to know you
Hoping you’d see life wasn’t so blue
Gaining your trust was a must.
Hours of just sitting on the ground
While you just growled and looked around
Yes I am here, I was always there.
Spent an hour reading your files
Your owners drove for miles
To give you a life that would be better
Even I never thought I’d be writting this letter
You stole my heart, in the end it was ripped apart
Left for the pieces to mend, I was left without my friend
I couldn’t save you, I really wanted too
I saw more in you then just your troubled dog
Sometimes I hear your bark through the fog
It’s hard to be a pitbull in a world where you have been ban
Society has become a hard thing to understand.
Because of that it has failed you
You are no longer here, and now I am blue
Some days I just don’t know what to do.
It helps to know I made your last days fun
playing frisbee in the sun,outside for a run.
I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, believe me I tried
Many saddened tears I have cried.
I’m sorry I wasn’t the last thing you’d see
I really wish it was me
But I wasn’t there, and don’t ever feel like I didn’t care
The reason I can not share, but you know why
As time goes by, I’ll always think of you.
You won’t be the last to grab my heart,
or the last to watch it fall apart.
But it will mend, and another dog I will be friend
and the cycle will start all over again.
I try my best to stay true,
There will always be a part of me
that is sad I couldn’t save you.

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He was not euthanized because of the ban, but he had come from a place where there was a ban, and sent for a chance at the shelter, unfortunately with his background history and not passing our temperament test, he could not be placed for adoption, sadly he was euthanized. I loved this dog like one of my own, I love them all, sadly you can’t save them all, but you can make their time with you wonderful and fun and worth wild, and this is what I did for him<3

Hello Spring…..Thanks For The Kittens….


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Welcome to spring time, or for anyone working in an animal industry, welcome to kitten season. You would think seeing beautiful little furry babies would make one happy and smile, yes it does… But after the smiling reality sets in. What does one do with so many kittens. Animal shelters receive so many cats and kittens during spring and summer months. With very little room, and not enough foster home(more then likely most of the foster homes are full with kittens) the only option left is to humane euthanize some of these animals. (Okay let’s be honest it’s more then just some, its a large percentage that is euthanized) According to the ASPCA website:

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Feeding some motherless kittens currently in foster care.

“Approximately 5 million to 7 million companion animals enter animal shelters nationwide every year, and approximately 3 million to 4 million are euthanized (60 percent of dogs and 70 percent of cats). Shelter intakes are about evenly divided between those animals relinquished by owners and those picked up by animal control. These are national estimates; the percentage of euthanasia may vary from state to state.”

It is such a sad things to see animals not make it because of overcrowding and irresponsible owners who do not spay and neuter their animals. It’s also sad when you have day old kittens make their way into the shelter and they have no mother. A lot of work is put into caring for each one and helping the animal to survive, often there are times when these babies do not make it.

My first litter of foster babies, they were found in a bag tightly tired closed and left in the woods to die. Only two survived, the rest died of health issues.

Maybe the most sickening thing out of kitten season, is how these animals are found. Other then the stray cat having kittens in your barn, under your step or in your yard. A lot of these animals are found abandoned in boxes, bags, left in the woods, or on the side of the road.

It really makes you wonder about the kind of world we live in, when dropping kittens off to fend for themselves in hazardous places. What kind of heart do you have? You don’t even have the balls to drop them off at the shelter? You just think its okay to leave them wherever to take care of themselves?

My first foster litter had been found in a walking trail in the woods, left in a  re usable sobeys bag that was tightly tied shut and left to die. A person walking their dog spot a bag moving and opened it up to find the kittens. When your working in animal shelters, you see and hear so much cruelty and mean things people do. What is wrong with society? Will this ever change? Why do people get pets when they won’t get them fixed? So many unanswered questions, and so many sad moments, not just for kittens, but cats and dog as well.

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My current foster mama and one of her babies

I Saved Her<3


Marley’s first days at the shelter. Sad eyes

Marley came into my life around November, when she was surrender to the shelter. My first glance of her was on a regular saturday shift, I had gone into one of the dog rooms, and there she was. She was so scared and terrified, she had open wounds on her leg from where she got into a fight with another dog. This was the reason for surrendering, she didn’t like other dogs and some of her scars were assumed to be previous fights. I felt she didn’t trust us, scared and nervous in a strange place with so many smells and so many animals, it has to be nerve wrecking for animals.

I have to admit I myself was a little nervous of her, but my heart does have a spot for the nervous and scared ones. I slowly befriended marley and gained her trust, and she start to accept her surroundings and became comfortable in the shelter. I spent my days off at the shelter with her, would come in early to see her and spend what little time I could with her.

It’s hard not to get attached to animals, when you see them everyday, you interact with them everyday, love them, care for them, and just act silly around them. It’s hard when some don’t make it, for various of reasons. As I was becoming close with Marley, another girl who had been at the shelter since I start was being euthanized, due to behavioral changes. It broke my heart, and I broke down into tears over it. After she was gone, I needed a minute so I went to Marley kennel and just sat with her. She licked my face and sat on my lap. As if she knew…I think she knew.

Animals at our shelter need to pass a temperament test before they are placed up for adoption. If the animal does not pass, the animal is humanely euthanized, or placed in foster care to be work with and help them succeed…or sent to a rescue or another shelter that had more time to work with her. I had always feared Marley would never pass, after three months in the shelter, she did not pass, due to a fear of strangers. Being afraid of strangers means she has the ability to bite out of fear, and if she ever bit a volunteer or a customer, under the NB law, she would have to be euthanized.

image Marley ended up coming home with me. With lots of scare from other saying I was crazy to bring her near my little dogs because of her history. I knew her her history, I seen how she was with the other animals, I felt and trusted her enough to know she would be fine. I did take caution just in case. My shihtzu with an attitude, was sent to a friends, and Marley and my little girl Missy gradually met. They ended up being great friends, and Marley proved a lot of people wrong. After a month in my care, a shelter was ready for her. I went with her, and was sad to see her leave but happy she was getting a chance to prove to everyone what I already knew. She was a good dog. The other shelter worked with her, she made a dog friend there, and was adopted to a new home within just ONE week!…

I had been told one of the main reason she was still here, was because of me. With so many animals entering shelter everywhere, you can’t save all of them. She was the first one I saved, and will forever hold a place in my heart. I think about her often and know she doing great in her new home.

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A Shelter Story…Good-bye


My mommy left me a month ago
Sitting here without a home
I watched her cry and walk away
In this cage is now where I stay
Behind these steal gates I watch her go

Nervous and scared here I am
Sitting and wishing I was with them
Now here I am with one meal a day
Wishing she come take me home to play

Mommy moved and left me here,
couldn’t take me, knowing life ain’t fair
This is suppose to be for the better
and sometimes I wish I hadn’t met her

Then I wouldn’t have to say goodbye
left in the kennel wondering why
Here I am left to find a new place to rome
wishing someone would take me home

Days go by and nights get long
wishing and hoping, trying to stay strong
People pass without a glance
I wish someone would give me a chance

Take me home and I’ll be your friend
Take me home before my life comes to an end
But no one wants me they don’t care
or wonder why I ended up here

My days are number as my life gets short
no one there for support
Out of the kennel they took me today
maybe heaven is a better place to stay

The staff take me away,
telling me its gonna be okay
As they hug me I see tears in ones eye
as she softly whispers I’m sorry …I tried

Within seconds I am put to rest
maybe its for the best
One empty cage means room for another
who had to leave their mother

Because of problems were they had to move
leaving the puppy in the pound
with nothing to prove
Just waiting for his time to come around

So this is for every animal that had to die
For every animal who’s owner didn’t even have a reason why
For every stray left for dead
As responsible owners lay home with their animal tucked in bed

Next time you walk in a shelter and walk away
from the ugly dog who can sit and stay
Remember without help he might not see another day
so take em home, save his life, and watch him obey

Because that’s all we ever wanted was your love
Not to be looked after by shelter staff in gloves
But to be owned by someone who is true
Somebody kind enough to love you like I do

Wrote this poem back in 2007, after a dog I had befriended at the animal shelter I volunteered at was put to sleep. I still think about that dog to this day.