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Rescue Colonel the Dog (Petition)

Mar 06, 2014 - 5 comments

Colonel the dog


dog captured by Taliban


rescue Colonel the dog



Poor Colonel! That military working dog who has been captured by the Taliban, and is now a prisoner-of-war!
I started a petition to send to the British Secretary of State for Defence, asking for Special Forces to mount a rescue mission for him!
We cannot just forget about him, just because his story is gone out of the news headlines now.
This is the petition:

Although it is to be sent to the British Government -anyone can sign the petition, from any country.

We need LOTS more signatures! Please sign, and share with friends if possible. Let's show them we are working to get that dear dog out of there!

Misty's story

Jul 11, 2012 - 12 comments

Misty, Angel from the streets.

You were a street-dog. I used to see you with your family, hanging out most of the day on the main street. I knew your family were drug dealers. But you always looked healthy enough, and didn't look hungry.As soon as I first laid eyes on you I knew there was an incredible bond between us that I couldn't explain. It was as if I already knew you, as if I was seeing someone so familiar and so my heart always filled with affection whenever I caught sight of you.

The drug dealers you were with hung out on that street, and sometimes walked down another street nearby, and I'd catch sight of you trailing behind them, watching them patiently, walking very slowly. If you were given an order, I noticed you always obeyed immediately. They would tell you "wait" as they went inside a shop and stayed there a long time. You would wait outside, never moving, staring absently at the ground.
But from the coffee shop across the road, I could see in your sweet face that a great big part of your young life was not being lived.....

I didn't know these people, except by sight as people I often saw in the street. But I sensed that I knew you. One day I went up to the woman and asked "What is your dog's name? Isn't she lovely?
"Misty" she replied, "She's called Misty".
Up to that point you had been cool with me, giving me no warmer greeting than you gave anyone else you met on the busy street. You saw so many people. But then I called your name, and you looked me in the eyes, and came to my outstretched hand, wagging your tail and wriggling your behind in a new greeting.
Sometimes in the days and weeks to follow, I would see you and greet you, and you would come up to me, all wriggling with pleasure. I'd stroke you and scratch your ears, then we would go our separate ways.

It was a strange coincidence (are there such things as coincidences?) -that one day  I stopped to help a young homeless man, a stranger, on the street. He had been badly beaten up, and I helped him and took him into my home. He told me he was addicted to drugs, and I promised to help as much as I could to support him. Well, one day he arrived at my home with you! He told me your owners had given you to him. I didn't even know he knew your owners!
What had happened is that your owners had intended to breed you to make money from selling your cute pups. But you and the pups had fallen sick from Parvo virus. They had all died, but you miraculously survived When they saw you were so sick, they passed the responsibility of you and presumably, the cost and hassle of your care, to the homeless man who came to them for drugs.

I did help the young man, and he eventually broke free from Crack cocaine and Heroin. But when he went away, you were left with me for months at a time.
You enjoyed my world of fields and woods,  and running semi-wild, you enjoyed being safe, of having a safe bed, and regular food, and fun. You were happy cuddling up to me at night. I used to see your eyes, the way you looked at me. I knew we had always known each other.
You were my little sister. My Soul Sister.

Sometimes the young man took you away. You were "his dog". He took you to the city, but many times he would call me saying you were depressed. He got arrested, and I had to come to fetch you, or you would have been put to sleep in 2 weeks.

Then one day he visited, saying he would take you away forever. My heart ached but I had to accept this. But although he had freed himself from drugs, his temper was bad, and he had now become alcoholic. I could see how scared you were, you were trembling and shaking, afraid of his tantrums.

So I stole you!
I didn't want to hurt him. He was vulnerable. But I knew my first loyalty was to you, Misty.
I first took you up with me to a high mountain I used to walk on when I was younger, and silently asked the Mountains and Nature what I must do. We stayed there all day, and I got my answer.
Nature wanted me to take care of you until you died.
So I stole you away from your past life. And knew I would pay the price. But promised to honour it to the last moment.

I payed the price on that early morning eight years later when I heard your last breath being taken, and then silence.

But until that sad day we had a wonderful life, my love. I thank you for the joy and love you brought me. I thank you for all your gifts to me. You changed my life.

A dog's love

Jun 21, 2012 - 8 comments

I Remember

I stood by your bed last night. I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying. You found it hard to sleep.

I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast. I watched you pour the tea.
You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.

I was with you at the shops today. Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels ~ I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today. You tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you that I'm not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you. I smiled and said "It's me."

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there.

It's possible for me to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."

You sat there very quietly, then smiled. I think you knew ~
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over ~ I smile and watch you yawning,
and say "Good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out ~ then come home to be with me.

-- Author unknown

Misty's "Hemangiosarcoma" (?)

May 25, 2012 - 48 comments

Misty has been in the wars. Not a broken rib as we thought....but a tumor. Needle-biopsy "inconclusive". The vet somehow thinks it could be a Hemangiosarcoma.....obviously the results do not specify a "sarcoma" at all, but they get us no further either. No treatment even if it was a cancer. Surgery would be horrendous because of its position. He suggested doing an incisional biopsy next week.  I asked him what was the point? And the point is simply so we should know one way or the other. I don't know if that reason's good enough to put her through it all again.

I have booked it for Thursday, but have a strong feeling I shall cancel it, as even if a cancer WAS diagnosed, what good would that do anyone? especially her. She's had enough of vets and operations and anesthetics......

And the vet did say that sure -if it was benign -there's a strong chance it'll either go away, or hang in there the rest of her life....

He also said it has no connection at all to the breast tumors we removed. That's all gone now!!  It's totally separate and a bad coincidence.

She is very happy now and seems well and fit. The tumor doesn't seem to bother her and she's in no pain. She HATES the vet's with a vengeance, and the poor little thing has been poked prodded, anesthetized, drugged, cut open, shaved, and sedated enough this year, and it's only May. Her little Soul wants some peace and quiet and some fun.

I have started her on immune support capsules,  DEL-IMMUNE V and The Budwig Protocol (basically Omega 3 from organic cold-pressed Flax-Seed oil made water-soluble, therefore accessible more easily to body cells by combining very thoroughly with sulphorous protein (ie -simply -Cottage Cheese!) Yes it sounds crank, and too simple to be anything worthwhile...but...this was the brainchild of Dr Budwig,  a doctor and scientist who researched the effect of lipids on Cancer cells. There have been many remissions using this. Though Science of course categorises this as "unproven" (of course!)There have been remarkable tumor shrinkages, and remissions in dogs as well as people. Not always the case, of course, but worth a shot. And if it doesn't happen to BE cancer, the diet will do her nothing but good anyway.

It tastes good! Nice on oatcakes! Misty wolfs it down.