PLEASE HELP SAMMY FIND HIS FOREVER HOME!THE NUMBER TO CALL IS 850-767-333
SAMMY DOESN'T HAVE A LOT OF TIME LEFT. PLEASE SAVE HIM FROM EUTHANASIA! THERE'S GOT TO BE SOMEONE OUT THERE WHO NEEDS HIM.
To Whom It May Concern,
I am writing this on behalf of the small, brindle, shelter dog you fell in
love with 4 weeks ago. You and your family took him to the shelter lobby and got
to know him so well, you declared you wanted to take him home right then and
there.
Unfortunately, he was a stray, who had only been picked up by Animal
Control 2 days earlier. He was on what is known at the shelter, as “stray hold.”
That means he had to stay at the shelter a certain amount of days. These days
were allotted in an effort to give his owner time to come and claim him.
You and your children spent a good long time, playing with, and petting,
him. You said he was the perfect dog for you, and you fell in love with him, and
he fell in love with you. You vowed that you would return in 5 days, when the
“stray hold” ended, and you would adopt him.
But when the time was up, and the dog was available, you did not return. It
has been over 4 weeks and he still waits for you. He has survived this long
because the shelter volunteers still hope you will return, or, if not you, maybe
someone else will want him.
His time is running short though. He occupies a kennel that is needed for
another dog, another stray. The small, brindle dog needs to move on. Maybe the
next occupant of kennel AD-3 will be luckier.
And though the dog’s life will be cut short, he will remember that one
happy hour he spent with you and your family, in the shelter lobby.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL. I THANK YOU FOR COMING BACK AGAIN AND AGAIN.
SO LET'S TAKE A BREATHER AND ENJOY THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS, NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE.
Please share this lovely story with those who are animal lovers.
Thank you, D! Wish you weren't so shy.
UNDERFOOT AND CANARDLY
(a love story)
“Grampa, why are those two in the same cage?” asked little Vida.
“I don’t know,” replied her grandfather.
The veterinary assistant spoke up, “They were brought in together and raised such a row when we tried to put them in separate cages that we just decided to let them stay together. They came in just few days ago, but with these crowded facilities I’m afraid they will be put to sleep soon. We just don’t have enough room to keep them all. A young couple brought them in,” mused the vet assistant, “The older gentleman that owned them had died and the young folks had no way to take care of them, so here they are spending their last days.At least they are together. As old as they are I don’t suppose anyone will adopt them before their time runs out.”
Vida’s parents were not all that opposed to her having a dog, but they were not all that enthused about it either, but I don’t suppose they had an older Great Dane and his sidekick cat in mind either. And truth be told the cat was the smallest feline specimen anyone had ever seen. One thing they shared though, was a deep bond of friendship, however odd it might seem. At night, the cat climbed up on the big dog’s back and there he slept, the dog and cat very much at ease with each other.
“Grampa, they have such odd names,” observed little Vida, “why?”
The assistant spoke up, “the young woman told me that the old man had the dog since it was a puppy and as it was always under foot that’s what he named him, and as the cat is so small and the same color as his huge companion he was named Canardly since when they are together you ‘can hardly see him.”
At the ripe old age of eight Vida thought about that for a moment or two, “that seems reasonable to me.”
Grampa smiled to himself in agreement. “How much longer do these two have before….” Asked Vida’s grandpa.
“About ten days,” replied the assistant sadly, “they are scheduled to go on the 26th.”
“Vida honey, lets move on to the other cages, perhaps we can find something your folks will approve of.”
But nothing seemed to catch Vida’s eye, and with Grampa Abe, she left the animal shelter vaguely dissatisfied.In the car on the way home she seemed to thinking very hard on something, working the wrinkles out of a thorny problem, but kept it to herself.
The next day at breakfast she asked if she and Grampa might visit the shelter again that afternoon, after school.
They arrived at feeding time, Vida asked if she might feed the big dog and his tiny buddy.The vet’s assistant smiled and handed her their supper.
Every day for the next week Vida was there at suppertime, feeding the pair, talking to them, petting them. Grampa Abe stood back, smiling to himself.
But it all came tumbling down on the 24th.Vida stared into the empty cage, tears in her eyes, lip trembling.
“An older gentleman came in with his daughter and son-in-law and took old Underfoot and Canardly home, said they had a great place for them to live out their days in loving care.”The vet’s assistant knelt down in front of Vida and put her arms around the little girl. “I’m sure they will be happy in their new home, the people seemed ever so nice.”
The next day, which was Christmas of course, Grampa Abe excused himself from the breakfast table. “I have a small errand to run before we start opening presents. Won’t be but just a minute or two.” Looking at Vida’s folks he motioned for them to take her in the front room where the glittering tree stood guard over a small mountain of gifts.
The first thing they handed her was a rather strange gift, it rattled and clinked. When Vida opened it, she found two stainless steel bowls. Looking at her folks with a wondering glance, she set the bowls on the floor. Grampa Abe called her to come upstairs, he had something to show her.
Vida slowly walked up the stairs, and opened her bedroom door.
The squeals of delight could be heard for blocks!
And for a very long time after, Vida, Underfoot and Canardly were inseparable. The passing years were very kind to the three of them.
And that, my children is another story, for another time.
