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I have always dreamed of bringing my dog to a church service just like on that episode of the Vicar of Dibley, when Geraldine Granger invited villagers to bring all their creatures great and small to St. Barnabas Church.
Last year my dream came true and will come true again.
Dear adopter of a rescue dog or cat,
First let me say, thank you. Before you take your new family member home I want you to remember a few things. This sweet animal has recently come off the streets, out of a home where they were no longer wanted or cared for, or out of a crowded shelter. Some have been abused or sick. You can hardly imagine what many have been through.
On Friday around 4:15 I was wrapping up a few loose ends at work before the Labor Day weekend. I was looking forward to staying home, getting things done around the house and using up the last of my CSA vegetables. Weekends like this are rare.
But when I logged on to Facebook to create posts for our GPB Macon page the following came across my newsfeed on the Macon Bibb County Animal Welfare Facebook page.
A while back I received a text message from a friend needing help with a homeless dog. Because I volunteer in animal rescue it is not unusual for me to be contacted when someone finds a dog. This sweet dog who my friend was calling Marley had been dropped off at the home of a man who could barely care for himself and the three dogs he already had. The people that had him no longer wanted him. My friend was there dropping off donated dog food and saw Marley who had unfortunately been hit by a car.
I’d like to introduce you to our current foster dog, Duke. Duke showed up in our lives via Facebook. I get tagged in a lot of posts about animals needing help. Duke had a fairly typical story. From what I could see his owner moved and left him in the back yard of his now vacant rental home. Former roommates were going by to feed him but he was essentially living there by himself. There were cries on Facebook to “Just go get him.” But it’s not that simple. You cannot simply walk into someone’s yard and take a dog. The owner needs to be found and officially surrender the animal.
Just a couple weeks after putting my foster puppy Jojo on transport I received a text from a friend requesting urgent help with a puppy at the shelter in Macon. I had planned on taking a short break from fostering to get a few things done around the house and give some attention to our three personal dogs Jagger, Cooper and Duncan. Thea, who was part of a cruelty case, would not be coming for a few days so I planned to break it to my husband over the weekend.
In January, we added a pet to our family. Our son, who was 6 at the time, had been asking for a cat for a solid year. Finally, we headed to a local animal shelter and found Minnie, short for Minerva McGonagall, Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry whose animagus is a cat. (We’re Harry Potter fans.) It’s worth noting that our son had suggested “Minnie” and we jumped on it because we immediately associated it with Minerva. You can imagine the professor in her youth being called “Minnie,” too, right?
Meet Zella, our completely unintentional cat. Last week Meg, my friend and neighbor, called to ask my advice about a very young kitten she spotted on the sidewalk. When I walked up with her to take a look I was shocked at how small the kitten was. Clearly too young to be away from her mother she appeared to be around four weeks old. After searching to no avail and waiting for her mom to return I decided to take her with me. I knew if we left her there she would more than likely not make it.