Category Archives: Feral cat advocacy
You Don’t Have to be a Weatherman-How the Wild Horses are a barometer for the falling of our freedom
Despite the years of protest, the American government in the entity of the BLM, is unresponsive and evasive to the desires of the American people. The cruel removal of our Wild Horses has continued under a veil of corruption,lies,and disregard for the law.
If you take even a brief look, you will turn away appalled at the consistency of this behavior in every office and every level of our government. The voice of the people is drowned in the dollars secreted into campaign finds and salaries that cannot be justified by production or even the most minimal sacrifice in the service of the framework of our Freedom.
For a moment, lets take a narrow view. Lets focus on the Wild Ones who are denied even the most basic rights of safety and family. In the view of the Horses, they are enduring intense and unending agony. This is not suffering for the sake of a greater good. The hearts blood of the American icon is ensuring fertile ground for some of the most vile, non-humanitarian entities known to this world. Big,soulless energy corporations, welfare ranchers,corrupt politicians.
Please join this fight.
From your home, from your office, from your laptops and on the corners of your hometown you can make a stand.
Update about ‘The California Rehabilitation Center in Norco: Prison to Not Be Allowed to Rid Grounds of Feral Cats’ on Change.org – firstname.lastname@example.org – Gmail
Crack by crack the foundations of our Freedom are being dissembled… A leak initiated by letters to President Obama from 11 U.S Senators, reveals what the A.C.L.U. calls “chilling”, completely circumventing the Court system. Although the targets are labeled “terrorist” the affiliation is becoming looser. As the term is expanding to include those who exert pressure for change in any area, Animal advocacy can easily become entangled in this web. The precedents set here are not at this time limited to al-Qaida members and take no pause at destroying anyone in the path or proximity of the target.http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2013/02/05/171143597/broader-justification-emerges-of-when-u-s-can-kill-americans-who-join-al-qaida
Pepper has been a faithful and loving spirit in my life thru 12 very eventful years. She has made room in our home and her heart for many. She has helped raise orphan kittens, assuming the role of mommy by cleaning warming and encouraging these fragile live with purrs and warmth. As we settled into the farm, she shared my time with many rescues of all species, and accepted my tired worried self at the end of the day with comforting kisses and purr songs to send me to sleep.
Because of my support of the voiceless angels put in my path I am not able to raise all of the money needed to save her life.
She needs a special surgery to remove a growth in her sinus cavity that is rapidly deteriorating her health.
I am praying that all the Love she has given will be returned to her in the form of donations to save her life.
IN MY EYES
The silence was always there
behind the noise of everyday life
My heart’s been broken
Still I know it can love
The emptiness was always there
The wind and the moon describe it
How do you heal a heart that’s wounded?
How do you ease the pain?
The blankness was always there
waiting for a chance to be completed
I’m broken, and have fallen
Life is a dark road ahead I see
The promise was always there
Resting in words unspoken
I’ve stumbled and have fallen
but I will rise against all odds
Staring at the new blank page
of the story of my life…
I’m back in the race
and I’m back because of you
As I sip my coffee in late August, I am aware of an element of sadness that creeps into my day. Everyday. I keep it at bay, and focus on what needs to be done today. I have the theory that if I live my days with kindness and compassion, somehow I will counter the effects of those who show none.
This sadness is born of events that have forever changed me. The loss of a child blossoming into womanhood, the folks I loved who have passed on before I was sure I really appreciated them and the like. And Caboodle Ranch.
I suppose it has been a long time since I was drawn into an injustice so deeply. Some said I was obsessed. It was a subject that my mind researched, but my heart never doubted was obscenely wrong. It took me back to the tender years when a cry of “not fair” meant someone would rectify the situation. My thoughts were dominated with finding a way to right this wrong thru Spring and then Summer.
The lack of response from those I reached out to that could help was crushing. The love and devotion of supporters of the ranch purely amazing! The behavior of those who thought things would “work out” and “Justice would be served” perhaps the most appalling of all…
Some things I have learned include the justice system without the scrutiny of the public is not so just. The misplaced confidence we put in an attorney (yes, David Collins you have taught me some lessons!). And that the small town mechanisms for those not in the click, can go horribly out of control.
Most of all I have learned that it is the responsibility of all of us to do our part or forever have the specter of injustice empowered against us all.
Thank you for all the days of love and security for the unwanted and unloved that you provided the kitties, Craig and Caboodle Ranch. Those days cannot be erased and will forever remain in the balance for the good. I love your hearts and your courage.
I know I will never be the same and with the sadness comes the gift of seeing what could be…:)
A big responsibility… but in our hearts we know the truth of it. The ache we feel when we do not or cannot stop abuse.
Find a friend or loved one and discuss the best way to approach the situation. Safety is always a consideration. Sometimes a note or phone call will alert you to the fact that someone needs help to care for their animal but did not know where to reach out. These are the best cases and a joy to assist and rectify. But what of those who seem to embrace the suffering of the creatures around them and will not let you help? These are the tough ones.
Many a night I have risked life and limb ( not to mention jail ) to bring food or water to creatures denied the basic comforts of life. Some I have released, knowing they had a chance to care for themselves or wander to my farm. Others I have called what passes for help in my neck of the woods and faced the bitter feelings of neighbors who do not understand cruelty is everyones business.
Courage and the belief that all creatures are equally deserving of a life without pain and fear or starvation will take you a long way down a shadowed road. But at the end, you will be home and met by the wags, licks, purrs, and whinnys you deserve!