Deer Rescue

My grandpa saved this baby deer. He had a disease and the mother ditched him when he was really young. My grandpa found him laying in the woods. He hadn't eaten anything in awhile so my grandpa gave him chopped up apples and milk. He kept him for awhile until he could walk and do stuff on his own. When he let him go the deer stayed by his house so my grandpa kept on feeding him apples and corn. Now this deer keeps on coming back and grandpa thinks its the same deer. The deer grew up and is very big and strong. The deer lets my grandpa come near him like he was his father.

Jody S.

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Abandoned Bears

A Molly and Dolly are 14-year old black bears. They were originally purchased by a tourist attraction in North Hudson , NY as cubs (born in captivity) from a small zoological park in NY and eventually abandoned when the attraction closed. The tourist attraction was called Frontier Town, in North Hudson , NY . The park closed their doors in 1999. For the first three years, there was a maintenance man on salary to care for the facility, and he fed the bears through a chute into their enclosure. For the next three years, the maintenance man was no longer paid and no funds were provided for food, the bears were completely abandoned. They apparently had no de-worming or veterinary care since 1999. The maintenance man continued to (intermittently) bring the bears pizza, chocolate doughnuts, chocolate candy bars and 5-gallon buckets of potato chips and put it in through the chute, although their swimming pool (also serving as drinking water) and their enclosure were never cleaned. They continued to live with no veterinary care, clean water or enrichment, in the filthy enclosure for another three years. Local townsfolk discovered the bears and were also periodically stopping in and sliding honey-covered pancakes and sweets to the bears over the years. We couldn't believe they were still alive! The County foreclosed on the property for unpaid taxes, and realtors were contracted to auction the property off in October 2004. The property could not be shown or sold until the bears were gone, if they were not relocated they would be put down. The Federal and New York State governing agencies had no interest in rescuing them, telling the county to have them put down. The auctioneers took over, they made over 100 telephone calls to wildlife rehabilitators, trying to find a home for the bears. They wound up speaking with a Broward County Florida Sheriffs Office Lieutenant (and animal activist) the Lieutenant in turn contacted the American Sanctuary Association, who referred her to our facility at Peace River Refuge & Ranch Exotic Animal Sanctuary in Florida. Meanwhile, the auctioneers were feeding the bears dog food and fresh fruit on a daily basis, increasing the odds that their bodies would be capable of withstanding the stress of relocation. Over the few weeks it took to make plans, they steadily gained weight. We planned the bear rescue for several weeks and were scheduled to fly to NY less than 36 hours after being directly hit by the third hurricane that season. What poor timing! Of course, our flight had been cancelled, but we managed to fly on standby and still arrived in time to meet the professional animal hauler at the closed attraction to help load the animals and prepare them for their trip. They arrived safely in Florida via professional air-conditioned truck on September 30, 2004. Now they share an almost one acre enclosure with male black bear named Yogi and have really done extremely well in their new enclosure. They enjoy fresh food, fresh water and above all superior nutritional and medical care.

-Brigitte I.
Peace River, FL


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Fighting Frostbite

It was a cold day December 9, 2003 in Fairbanks, Alaska. Temperatures had been below 30 degrees for a week or so. We have two dogs, Backie and Bear. They love each other and play all the time. Bear never leaves the yard, but we do try to keep Blackie chained up because she likes to run and visit all the neighbor dogs. When she does get loose, her and Bear run around the neighborhood and come back within a few hours. On this day, somehow she got off of her chain and her and Bear went off to do their usual run around the neighborhood. Several hours went by and my husband, Dan and I started to get worried because they were not back and it was 30 degree below zero outside. We went looking around for them and could not find th~m. We called Animal Control and they had not been picked up. The next day they stili were not back and we were really getting worried. We called Animal Control again. I went to see if they had picked them up. No luck. Dan and his friend went driving around knocking on all the neighbors doors trying to find them. Then that evening Dan put on some warm clothes and started walking around through dog trails which were miles long. Then I went looking for Dan because he had been outside for over an hour in the freezing cold and snow covered grounds. I was beginning to think that Dan had got lost as well out there. I was very worried so I went out driving around looking for him. Then a car drives up the road and slows down. I was ready to ask if they had seen my husband or dogs when there I saw in the car was my husband and the two dogs. Blackie was hurt. Her back paw was swollen like a water balloon and the paw was frozen stiff. Also the hair on the back of her legs was rubbed off. Dan told me with the help of Bear he had found her. As is was walking down one of the dog trails he was calling out the dogs names. Finally out of nowhere Bear comes running up to him. Dan told bear, " Show me where Blackie is, show me where Blackie is." Bear led Dan to Blackie who was curled up on the back porch of someone house miles away from our house. Blackie could not move she was so cold. We took her to the vet and the vet was pretty sure it was severely frostbitten. She put her on some medication for two weeks before her operation. Blackie went through quite a stressful ordeal. We are pretty sure that she had got caught in a snare trap and struggled for hours. Then she must have fallen asleep or passed out and that is how her paw got frostbitten. And that is the story. Blackie is doing well. Now and she runs faster than she did before.

Kathy R.

Rescued Horse

I would like to share a story with you. We moved to the country last May. I had roots in this area and was "coming home". My plan was to start an animal sanctuary in this rural farming community. We have always had rescued animals, so why not do it on a larger scale? Anyway, I wanted an old horse to pet and play with as we have 15 acres and a big empty barn. We visited a local mule trader, who was a very kind man. He had a little mule he had rescued at a sale because the guy who owned him was laughing about the mean things he had done to the mule. Then, a month later, he also rescued a starving old mare. Two days after her rescue, we happened upon his farm. We bought the little mule and then he told us about the mare. We bought her for what he had paid sight unseen. When he delivered the horses, I took one look at that pitiful mare and went in a called the vet. He came immediately and said he didn't understand why she was still alive. She weighed less than 1/3 of what she should weigh. She had rain rot and fistulas from where a bad fitting harness had been on her, she was almost completely dehydrated. He floated her teeth partially as that was all she could stand. She ate and drank. A few days later she went down and we didn't think she'd get up again. We called the vet. He came immediately. He gave her IV fluids, more anit-biotics, more anti-inflammatory meds, more ointments and shampoos and very little hope. She had bonded immediately with the little mule and he was freaking out while she was down. Finally, we dragged her from the barn and put the mule in as he was really becoming a nuisance. He freaked and whinned and screamed. As the fluids and meds kicked in, she heard him and stood up. Seabucket has gained nearly all her weight back and after having been featured in the local newspaper, has become a local mascot. She used to stumble and had no light in her eyes. You she see the old girl now! She lost Worthless, the little mule the other day and man, can she run! She came by her name because my son was looking at her the day we bought her and said, "Mom, that horse is really bad" I told him, "Son, that's a wonderful horse, I'm going to enter her in the Kentucky Derby next year" He laughed and said, "Well, instead of Seabiskit, you'll have to call her Seabucket". So we did. You know, after what I saw a couple of days ago, she just might win that Kentucky Derby next year.

-Joyce G. Click here for a picture of Seabucket


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Rescued Yorkie

Hi! (Woof !) My name is "Tia," I am a little Yorkshire Terrier and this is my story. I was owned by a man who was a gambler, and one day when he was short of money he stuck me in the "ante" and lost me to some other man who didn't even want me. While he was waiting hopelessly to get his money back for me he would stick me out on the balcony when he would go to work and often would even forget that I was there. Often he would kick me if I cried too much. Gee, I would sure go for a loop. Heck! I only weigh 5 pounds. It was cold and windy on that balcony and people would look up and talk to me. Even the police came and tried to rescue me but they said they could not do anything while there was nobody home and that they had no jurisdiction to enter the apartment by forcing the door. The police even suggested that someone just grab me when they get the chance. One day I was just let out in the street and a lady who was always looking up at me when I was left on the balcony, swept me up and took me home to a nice warm house and some good food. I wasn't sure if she was going to like me because I hardly had any hair left. I just had a few spots of hair and really looked so ridiculous I thought nobody would ever love me. I lived with the lady for one month. Her name was Pat. She took me to a vet and had me all fixed up with shots and vitamins and all. The vet said I was about 2 years old. Gosh I don't even have a birthday! Pat was becoming very sad and was finding it hard to leave me alone when she went to work cause I would cry for her all day long and the neighbours were giving her a hard time over it. Two ladies came to visit one day and one of the ladies was especially nice to me while Pat was crying and packing my things. Oh my...now what? Well, that nice lady took me home with her and never left me alone again. Her name is Audrey and she brushed me every night and gave me some kind of special tender love and care that made all my hair grow back. I must say I look pretty darn good now. I have been with her for 7 years now and I know I will never be alone again. I often wonder how much that man lost by loosing me in the "ante"? I know one thing though... "I won the jack-pot!".

( subitted for Tia by) Audrey F.

Ice Storm Rescue

As we were driving down Curtis Street in Laramie, Wyoming during a sleet/ice storm, I saw a white animal walking down the middle of the road. He looked almost invisible with his white ice covered fur walking in the white icy road in the storm. I knew if I didn't stop in the middle of traffic to rescue him he would have been struck by a motorist. Or freeze to death. I put him an the back seat and turned the heat up full blast. We drove to a place where we could park and read his tags. His name was sandy paws. His owners name and address were on it but it was an old address. I called the no kill shelter and took him there. But I didn't stop there--the next day I found his owners address and number in the phone book, called and told him where Sandy Paws was. He was surprised, as he didn't even know Sandy Paws had gotten out of his yard. The next day I called the animal shelter to see if he'd been picked up--It sometimes pays to be a busy body. They told me they'd received quite a few calls from family members after I contacted them. Sandy Paws was safely returned to his friends. The amazing thing was he had walked over 3 1/2 mile from home in that ice storm, and miraculously was not struck by a motorist. I love happy endings for animals.

Milt & Linda S.
Oklahoma City, OK

The Will to Live

"She has a tremendous will to live." That's what Dr. Michael Randall of the Animal Health Center in Madison, Miss., said recently about our 8-year-old greyhound, Missy, a "rescued" racer who miraculously is alive today even though she was impaled for some 30 minutes on an 8-inch spike atop our wrought iron fence. We didn't see it happen, but here's our best guess: Missy loves to chase squirrels. She usually "trees" them, then jumps up with her front paws on the trunk of the tree. On the morning of April 14, I let her out the back door of the house. Our guess is that she chased a squirrel up a tree near the 4-foot high fence, jumped at the tree and either missed it or bounced off it and somehow landed on top of the fence. Judging by her wounds, Dr. Randall thinks she struggled to get off the fence and nearly made it over before the rod pierced her stomach, then slowly pushed through her body. About 10 minutes after I let her out, I heard Missy crying and moaning, so I went outside to see what was going on and was shocked to find her hanging on our fence, howling and crying. Her front paws were on the ground on the outside of the fence. Her back legs were sticking up in the air. The fence rod pierced her abdomen and exited her back right next to her tail. She was writhing and crying, scratching and whining, trying to get off that wicked spike! I ran inside and called the Animal Health Center and told them that Missy was dying and we needed help. Then I ran back outside, jumped over the fence and grabbed onto Missy's head and front legs and held her as tightly as I could to keep her from thrashing around. As I held her and she went into shock, I really didn't think she would make it. After 20 minutes (it seemed like an hour!), Dr. Randall and Jeff White, the manager of the Animal Health Center's hospital, arrived. Dr. Randall gave Missy a shot to sedate her. We used a hacksaw to cut the spear off the top of the fence spike, then lifted Missy off the fence. On the ride to the Animal Health Center, Missy's heart stopped. Dr. Randall revived her. After three hours of surgery, Dr. Randall told us that it looked like Missy would make it. Unbelievably, the spike damaged only her intestines (he removed 11 inches). It didn't hit any other organs or her spine! After a week, we brought Missy home. She's been back once to have her wounds resutured. They're still not healed and you never know what complications might arise, but as of today she's alive and recovering, thanks to the wonderful care she received from Michael Randall, Jeff White and all the other doctors and employees of the Animal Health Center -- plus her "tremendous will to live." As a footnote, we suggest that anybody with large dogs (or children who love to climb trees, jump on trampolines or even climb fences) should really think about what they're doing before building a fence like we had. Many subdivisions have covenants governing what type and size of fence you can build. We live on a golf course and our covenants call for wrought iron fences, 4-feet high. We looked at the options available and chose the kind that many others in our neighborhood have, spikes with decorative spears. Never in a million years did we envision something like that happening to Missy. After the incident, we had a solid bar affixed to the top of the fence. You can see the "new" fence behind Missy and me in the attached photo.

Rusty and Cindy H.
Madison, MS

Miracle Kitty

Picture this if you will, after a nice visit with your Mother-in-law you begin to start the engine of your vechile and then hear an awful noise followed by a piercing MEOW. You run from your car and open the hood to your horror ther you find splattered blood and fur, thinking that the animal is dead you then tear pieces of the engine apart as you wipe away the tears from your exhusted face. You then find tiny eyes looking up at you dripping with blood on its face. ITS A KITTEN! I struggled to free this poor kitten in which I felt horriblly responsible for and freed her to the safty of my Mother-in-laws house where I began to call vets in the area to get help for her.I finally found one who would look at her. She was evaluated and found that there were many sevre breaks in her little bones. I WAS NOT GOING TO PUT HER DOWN! I am out of work due to an auto accident myself and could not afford the vet bills that I knew would be in the thousands. I then searched for help. Pleading with radio stations as well as talk shows for the help I so very much needed. Last resort I called a local paper the courier times who then decided to do a story on this kitten and my plight for help. Donations started pouring in and vets started callingwilling to help me with the cost of the surgeries that Mittens would need. Now Mittens has had her operations and is home with me recovering nicely. The little kitty I call Mircale Mittens with a milk mustashe.

-Stacey S.
Philadelphia, PA

Saving Sheba

Sheba is of mixed heritage, chow and husky. She has always been a gentle, beautiful animal who came to live with me when she was 3 years old. I found her at the animal shelter in Jacksonville, Florida on Beach Blvd. She was to be destroyed because she was ill; she had heartworm, kennel cough, ear mites and was very fearful of people. Why, with all the dogs at the shelter that needed adoption she took my heart away I do not know but she did. A call was placed to the Director of the shelter; it was a Sunday, to ok the adoption. Since she was so sick, the shelter wanted to make sure that I understood all her medical problems and agrees that the shelter had informed me and that the $50.00 I gave them could not be returned. Home she came and off to the Vets for treatment. Who would ever know that 15 years later Sheba would still be my best friend. She is a little hard of hearing now, finds it difficult to see much more than shadows and has arthritis pretty bad. On a good day she is still able to go to the dog park and say hello to all her old friends.

-Ruth D.
Audubon, NJ

Helping Dogs in Georgia

My name is Gloria R. My husband and I are originally from Chicago, Illinois. We moved down south to Macon, Georgia ten years ago, which had turned out to be one of the biggest mistakes of our lives. The only good that had come out of it is all our beautiful dogs that we have acquired while living here. So, if you're ever thinking of moving down here, (especially if you're an avid animal lover, and on a fixed income like we are,) please think twice, because once you read my story, I'm sure you won't. Within the past six years, we've rescued most of the dogs we now have, because no one here, seems to give a damn about animals, not even their own. These dogs have been either, tossed out of moving cars; thrown into garbage cans; spray painted; beaten; neglected; or totally abandoned. We've called Animal Control, Human Resources, the police numerous times, and had even spoken to a Magistrate Judge, in order for this abuse to STOP! We had hoped that these perpetrators would be arrested, and guess what? They have done NOTHING! And the really sad part is, they probably never will. Where is the justice for all these poor innocent creatures that God had made? What have they done wrong, to deserve all this abuse? We were told that unless the person or persons involved were caught right in the act of committing the crime, or we were able to produce the full name and address of the suspected person or persons, there was nothing the authorities would be able to do. Nothing! And so this abuse continues, even now as I'm writing you this story, with these people getting away scot-free!

Gloria R.
Macon, GA

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Great Pyranees Rescue

It was a typically hot summer day here in Oklahoma, when we decided to go to the local flea market. being the big animal lover I am, I immediately saw a beautiful Great Pyranees walking around near where we parked. Some of the vendors told us he'd been abandoned three days before. People were kicking him, and throwing things at him. I gave him some water, and knew right away, he has sick, as it was so hot outside and he would not drink the water. The vendors told us the pound had been called but no one had come for him. Some time after we got home, I got the idea there had to be a Great Pyranees resucue agency here in Oklahoma City, so i called a few vets and located one in Stigler, OK. She called her contact in Oklahoma City, who found out the pound picked him up, so she went to the pound and claimed him. He needed medical care. I found out from them that his medical needs were taken care of and he was adopted by a family in Arkansas. Of all the animal rescuing I've done, I am most proud of this one because my actions contributed to saving his life.

Linda S.
Oklahoma City, OK

Cleo the Ferret

Hi my name is Marie, my husband Don and I watch your program every week. We looked up your website--it is fantastic! Cleo is one of 7 ferrets; all are rescues. She is a 2-1/2 yr. old silver mitt who spent the first 6 months of her life in an aquarium in a pet store by herself. She was bought by a kind soul who was unable to tame her. We got her Jan. 1st, 2003. After 2 weeks of being with us, we introduced her to our 4-month-old baby ferret, for a few minutes. We did this everyday for a week and she decided she had to take care of him--they are now cage mates. There are many sad /happy rescue stories through out the United States and Canada. Thank you for taking time to read about our Cleo--she deserves it!

Marie F.
Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada

Saving dogs and cats in South Korea

I live in San Jose, California and I'm an avid viewer of your show "Animal Rescue," I would like to tell you about two heroes who saved the lives of hundreds of dogs and cats in South Korea.

In South Korea millions of dogs and hundreds of thousand of cats are tortured and boiled alive for human consumption. Two Korean women named Kyenan (who lives in Oakland, California) and her sister Sunnan (who lives in Korea) established the Korean Animal Protection Society, which provides shelter , veterinary care, and food for abandoned dogs and cats, some of them were rescued from the Korean market ( where they are being butchered). When Kyenan came to America she launched several campaign to stop the illegal slaughter of dogs and cats in Korea ( Yes! it is illegal in South Korea but the dog and cat meat market is still flourishing because the Korean government fails to aggressively enforce the law that they have established). She even traveled to other countries to launch her campaign . Kyenan even informed the public about the situation of cats and dogs in South Korea in the radio station, which aired this summer.

Sunnan and Kyenan worked hard to educate Koreans especially Korean children about the common myths about cats and dogs so that they will learn to respect these animals. In Korea cats and dogs are perceived as a pests, which spreads diseases and as a result they are being butchered and mistreated. Kyenan and Sunnan are two women who have true devotion and compassion for these animals. Please consider this story, they truly deserve to be acknowledged for their good deeds. But most of all I want the American people to know the deplorable condition the dogs and cats have to endure in South Korea so that they will be motivated to help the cause. Please let the public know how they can help these suffering animals. Visit the website of Korean Animal Protection Society (KAPS) at http://www.koreananimals.org/index.htm. Their story can inspire other people to help suffering animals all over the world.

Because of these true heroes I have been working hard to help the cats and dogs of South Korea by collecting signatures for the petition forms, distributing donation slips for KAPS and distributing flyers.

Thank you so much.

-Arlene M.
San Jose, CA

Saving A Sparrow

Early one spring as I was leaving my townhouse to go to work for a short day, I saw a baby sparrow on the lawn near my car and patio. There'd been a wild storm during the night, and I'd surmised he had been blown out of his mother's nest. He had most of his feathers and having been a bird breeder at one time I knew there were enough feathers there for his parents to have already begun flying lessons. It was a miracle none of the cats who roam around all night got him. I did not want them to get him while I was gone either, so I grabbed a plastic grocery bag from my car, and scooped him up and tossed him into my patio. It was enclosed and I was growing a lot of vegetables and flowers, so he had places to hide. When I came home I found him back there and left him, to see if one of his parents would come looking for him. I sat inside and watched. I eventually saw one of them on a low branch on the tree on my patio. He was trying to encourage the youngster to fly up. he made several attempts but has too weak. His parent left so I feared he would be abandoned. I went out and scooped him up, put him in a metal mesh basket inverted and put some baby plant pods inside so he could feel secure. I gave him water by dipping my finger in a glass of water and letting it drip into his open beak. He was so gentle and seemed quite tame. but I couldn't get him to eat. I knew I needed to help him get his strength back so he could rejoin his parents. I tried some dog food but he resisted. Finally I took a strawberry out of the refrigerator and squeezed juice into his very receptive beak, then I placed him outside on a table, in the basket. A short time later I saw the sparrow's mother on top of the wooden fence above him and he was going bonkers trying to get to her. I went out and I told him "you look strong and good to go now, so go on" I let him go and he flew off. A couple days later when my husband and I were getting ready to sit out on the front porch we saw a small sparrow sitting on our porch. Of course when we went out he flew off, but to a tree across the street as we sat on the porch we could hear him chirping loudly as if to thank us. We believed this as then he flew toward us, chirping gaily. He came back a couple times after that. I try to help animals in trouble when I can.

Milt & Linda S.
Oklahoma City, OK

Neat Meat? or Disgusting Feat?

Dear Visitors to CECAR:

I would really like to know your opinions of celebrities wearing outfits made of raw meat and wearing these in public or on the fashion runway.

For instance, is such an activity justified if there is an event- a fashion show-perhaps-which is a benefit for raising money towards a worthwhile cause such as cancer prevention research?

Or-is the degradation of animals whose lives were taken for human sustenance and nutrition offensive to the general public-who are for the most part omnivores?

Yet again-do we really care? After all, the animals which comprise the “fashions” are already dead. Can’t do a thing for them now. Or would we, if we protest, have an impact on saving animals’ lives or dignity in the future? What if the wearing of clothing from raw meat became a trend?

What do you think about the subject?

Deb

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Trapped Horse

I have been a horse owner for 34 years. My paint mare, "Pumpkin," recently trapped herself and was rescued by our local Fire Dept. She managed to wedge herself into a tight spot between a quonset-shaped barn and a five-rail heavy pipe corrral fence. This space was so narrow, her feet dangled 12" off the ground. She was unable to back up and her stuggles got her deeper and more tightly trapped. Because Pumpkin was literally hanging by her belly, her breathing was impaired and she was slowly suffocating due to the pressure on her ribs. This was a very dangerous, life-threatening, situation and I knew it. This horse was going into shock. Although we live on a ranch outside a remote mining town, Bagdad does have a volunteer Fire Dept. It was because of their rapid response and the "jaws of life" that Pumpkin was saved. After cutting the 3 lower pipes, Pumpkin fell thru the widened space beneath her and was freed. The galvanized siding of the barn had cut her front leg in several places. After a trip to Dr Lytle in Wickenburg, and lots of stitches, we are expecting her full recovery. Had I had the presence of mind to have my video camera running, you would have had a great horse rescue for your show. Sorry. My concern was for the life of this sweet mare I have owned since her birth. Hindsight. But I though you would like the picture and the happy ending.

Marilyn W.
Bagdad, AZ

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Saving a Pomeranian

About 3 months ago I adopted a party pomeranian, which I had been wanting for a number of years, from a Pomeranian rescue. This little dog was rescued by a farmer who shot a number of cyotoes who had surrounded him and was just about to make this Pom thier meal. The farmer then brought (Baxter) to a kill organization, and they in return called the people at the Pom. rescue. in Franklin, Tn. I saw his picture on the web site and fell in love with him. I knew at first sight he was what I wanted. He is 3 years old and the sweetist dog you could ever want. When you pick him up he practically slips right through your hands because he goes limp. I do not know why he is that trusting knowing what he went through. I continue to wonder why such beautiful animals end up with no one to love them and why they end up where they do. I now have 6 dogs, 4 of which are Poms. and 3 are rescues.

Linell H.
Columbia, AL