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Special cases

People that have known me over the years know that I have a tendency to give people nicknames.  Some have had the name I dubbed for them so long I have trouble remembering their real names.

In general, all the rescuers I work with I call my heroes and those who support my cause are my angels.  I personally acknowledge all my angels so today’s tale is about some of my heroes, each of whom are fully aware of what I call “the emotional roller coaster.”

Lori Jewell of Pet Tender Angels has recently lost Haus, a Newfie who was truly a gentle giant.  He was a great greeter and a sweet boy who was loved by all. Say a prayer for Lori for her loss.

I finally got to meet up with Verna Wilkins of Forever Dream senior sanctuary and give her the coveted Lennie award and a large check to help her in her endeavors.  I was hoping to get some photos of her latest rescue, a hairless full of sores that she’s attempting to bring back along with two others that caused her to miss the animal fair.  This great lady is working two part time jobs along with running the sanctuary. Say a prayer for Verna.

Clarice was found on the side of the road and brought to Landrum vet.  Her age is undetermined at this time but beneath it all she’s cute as a button.  Dana Mayer, another hero and Lennie award recipient, has taken on Clarice’s care.  Dana is most noted for Po’Kitties but many people aren’t aware that she’s also rescued many dogs.  There aren’t enough pages in my notebook to list all her accomplishments.  I’ve offered to help with Clarice with whatever Dana needs, but usually it is Dana who is there to help me.  Words between us are not necessary; we both know where each other’s hearts lie.  Prayers for Dana.

Finally the initial Lennie award recipient, ME. I often explain that I do not tell all my encounters with people and animals, but just to add to this tale I’ll share the latest.

There is a little old female Dachshund that I’ve helped before named Morel.  Her owner is named Barbara, but for years I’ve simply called her Lil bit.  Lil bit has had Morel since she was four years old, Morel is now 16 and loving as ever.  Morel has lost strength in her hind legs and is having trouble walking.  “The meds to help are pretty dear, Lennie,” Lil bit told me pleadingly.  I reached in the car and gave Morel a kiss, then I hugged Barbara.  “You take Morel inside and tell them you spoke to me, and Morel will once again be one of my kids.”  “I love you Lennie,” Lil bit blurted out.  “I love you too,” I said laughing as I went inside to set things up and see Clarice.

Thanks for listening.

P.S. I’ll take prayers too!