My dear friend and rescue partner Jenna, whom I have mentioned frequently, is facing one of the cruel challenges of life, that of an unwell spouse. Jenna will be leaving behind the world of animal rescue in order to care for her spouse. On behalf of all critters everywhere, thank you for being there and for saving so many helpless animals. Our thoughts and prayers and with you and your husband.
This is Jenna’s swan song:
Sampson and Delilah. The call came in to Concerned Citizens For Animals of a mother who had not been seen and babies with their eyes still closed. Nothing more other than an approximate location was given. The emailer gave no information of themselves and when we tried to contact them we got a return mail response.
I rushed over to the church with the empty parking lot looking for a trash dumpster where the emailer said they would be found. A teeny orange kitty barely able to cry anymore, probably because he had been crying for a day now, was on the sidewalk. He was covered in blood with dried on sticky afterbirth. Mama had just given birth maybe a day ago. Looking through the bushes I found another, a tortie, very stiff unable to move, covered in blood. I thought she was dead, but their was still life in her. Further inspection lead me to two more. One was covered in maggots, rigor mortis had set in and still another that I thought was in that same condition, a tortie ,was found. When I picked her up she opened her mouth and tried to cry and she moved her arms, but I knew she was too far gone. The maggots were coming out of her mouth, they had already claimed their prize.
I rushed to the vet nearby. Euthanasia was what she told me to do. They have less than a 1% survival rate and the little tortie female will not make it through the night. They were covered in fleas and maggots everyone in every orifice possible. They also had never had the benefit of any time with mother in that the afterbirth on them indicated they had just been born and for whatever may have happened, mama was gone.
I wanted to try. The next morning even after Revolution was applied the ears on the little boy were pools of blood. I had a suspect of what it was and as I began to squeeze maggots, so many came out I thought he would never hear, and the vet confirmed it was a possibility. We all struggled those first weeks as would any person who has been through this knows, who has nursed but struggled because the insects on them and in their intestional tract had started their death toll. Enemas, and ever sort of thing we could do to keep them alive, a true struggle for these babies, and alive we did keep them.
We have reached five weeks now and my prayer through the feedings is for one more miracle. You see I have come to love them in a way that I cannot begin to tell you. But I cannot keep them. My 80 year old husband has some mental issues that are demanding more and more of my time as he progresses through this disease. I know I too will not outlive these kittens.
I have been doing rescue now for ten years and this is my swan song. I have seen some horrible things down south in my time and I have seen some beautiful things with animals who have been given a second chance at life. But this, this is so very difficult for me to do, that is to give these babies up. But I love them enough to do that, for I cannot give them the life they deserve. This is a fitting swan song for me because I have never, ever seen animals struggle to live more than Sampson and Delilah. They are extremely loving and affectionate, sweet and tender, and they are an attestation to the never ending will to live and the miracles of God.
Every night and day I am praying and praying for a very special home for them. They will be fully vetted when they weigh enough and have no special needs. Yes, Sampson can hear…………….
Let’s help Jenna, who has helped so many, find a home for these beautiful babies. Please share, share, share. Contact me at terry (at) foreverhomewanted (dot) com if you can help.