Oh! come on! It's Just a Bird!
Many people just don't realize how special birds are. Many people just don't realize that birds can
a life long commitment.
Let me tell you a short story about George the parrot. George was fed candy suckers, cookies and
else his owner wanted to give him. George became a rather mean bird. His feathers were falling out and
was left on him just wasn't right.
His owner, Edward, wasn't a mean person but just didn't have a clue what George needed. Edward passed away
George was still in his cage and now waiting for a new owner. Edwards son and his wife took George into
their home until they
could find another home for him. They couldn't
keep George because of the other pets they owned. Joyce and Claude enter the picture now. They adopted
Believe it or not George is still around and is still living with Joyce and Claude!
They made a life long commitment to George and kept their word to him.
George is very much a senior bird now. He must be around 50 years old! Joyce and Claude have
had him with them for at least 30 to 35 years!
How do I know this? Edward was my grandfather and Joyce and Claude have been
family friends for many years.
Joyce and Claude .. THANK YOU FOR CARING!
THANK YOU my friends for your support
whether monetary OR prayers
Regular changes coming soon!
wanted to send along a picture of our boy Snickers. We got him from your rescue 3 years ago. He is healthy
and happy and
picking on our 2 German Shepherds. He definitely rules the roost!
had never really put much thought into rescue animals until we found Snickers. We were on our way to adopt
one from another
group in town and decided to stop in and check and see if Petco had any kitties. There he was! Cute little
guy who came
running over to my hubby Gerald's finger and started loving on him. We were both completely taken by him. We
lost our cat of
19 1/2 years about 2 years before Snickers and really thought we would never bond with another one, but
Snickers proved us wrong!
chose us and we couldn't leave him.
thank you for all you do!
Thank you Nancy! for giving Snickers a loving home and taking such good care of him!
Jerry and Diane
SAINT Animal Rescue - We focus on our local buddies
A Dog's Life
My name is Jake, and I have a story to tell. By the time I was 2 ½ years old, I’d already been
through a lot. My hips hurt me pretty bad, I’d been abused, ignored, shot in the face, starved, dumped at a
shelter and separated from my brother. So there I was, sitting in this room full of cages that housed other
dogs too. We all talked about how scared we were, and wondered why we’d been put in such a cold, noisy place.
Now don’t get me wrong, the people there were really nice to us. They talked to us, petted us, took us for
walks, fed us, and even gave some of us lessons on how to act well when people came to visit. The lessons must
have been a good thing, because it wasn’t any time at all before those dogs got to leave with some nice people
and never came back. I hoped someone nice would come take me too. I was getting pretty lonely without my
One day, there were two ladies with a little dog that came to look at all of us. One lady
sat in a funny chair with big wheels and the other was limping around and leaning on a stick. But there was
something about those ladies… they looked like they’d been through a lot too. Maybe they wouldn’t be mean to a
dog like me because they knew what getting hurt felt like. If only I could get their attention.
Though it hurt to do it, I got up and moved to the door of my cage and watched them
intently. I observed the way they reacted as they passed each dog, staying longer in front of some cages than
others. I was in the last stall, so sometimes people would pick another dog before they ever got to me. I
couldn’t let that happen this time… not with these ladies! So, I concentrate as hard as I could
and sent a thought to them, "Hey, look over here!"
Well, it worked. The lady that leaned on a stick turned around and faced me. She looked
straight into my eyes and I held her gaze with my mine. I didn’t understand people talk much back then, so I
can only guess what was said between the two ladies. But, I think that the lady with the walking stick wanted
to meet me though the lady in the funny rolling chair wasn’t so sure. I put on my best sad face and sent
another thought to them, “Please, just give me a chance.”
Before I knew it, the volunteer that sometimes fed me opened the door and led me to a
room where I could meet the two ladies. They were both really nice, though the little dog that came with them
was a bit crabby until they put her down where we could meet properly. Her name was Gidget, and she was used to
being the only dog. “Still,” she said, “if you keep your distance from my mommy, she’s the one in the rolling
chair, we’ll get along just fine.”
I could tell the lady with the walking stick was hurting pretty bad, but she seemed to
ignore the pain while she got down where I was and said hello and then took me for a walk. She talked to me in
a sweet voice and never once acted like she was gonna yell or hit me. I knew she was the one for me,
and I fell in love.
Things were confusing when I first arrived at my forever home, but I’m a quick learner
and my ladies are such nice teachers, so I figured out a whole lot of stuff really quick. Things like, my name
is Jake.. I don’t have to be afraid of little electric boxes anymore... You only go potty outside.. People
words... Toys are pretty neat things... If I give Eskimo kisses, hugs, and shake hands, my ladies get really
happy... If someone raises their hand it doesn’t mean they want to hit me, and a bunch of other stuff like
There’s something I’ve noticed too. My favorite lady used to hurt a lot, but since we’ve
been doing our walks, she’s gotten better. She doesn’t seem to be in pain as often, and she doesn’t need a
stick to lean on anymore. And, I don’t hurt near as much either… not since she started giving me Cosamine DS.
Now, I can jump, run, and bounce around like a puppy again. Sometimes, my favorite lady still gets a hurt, but
when she does, she lays down and then I lay against her back and it makes her feel better again. And I don’t
mind doing it because when I get a hurt, she makes mine better too by giving me a little pill and then putting
ice or hot packs on my hips. So, I guess you can say we take care of each other.
So now, a year later, I can say, “My name is Jake and BOY do I have a story to tell! I
had it rough once, but my ladies and I saved each other. Now we’ve got the best lives anyone could EVER ask
Me and My Love
The True Story of the
Accidental Cat Hoarder
A few years ago, I let my daughter talk me into catching a stray cat outside our home. She spent
two weeks working on befriending this cat. When my daughter was able to finally catch the cat, the cat ran for
my daughters room and curled up on her bed. My daughter went to bed the next few days with this cat sleeping in
her bed with her. Just seeing how much this cat had taken to my daughter convinced me to let the cat stay. My
daughter named her Muffin. A few weeks later I found out that Muffin was pregnant. Her belly had grown rather
large despite the fact that she really wasn't eating much, at least I didn't see her eat that much. The night
that Muffin gave birth, she had four kittens. 3 boys and 1 girl. I told my daughter that night that we were not
keeping the kittens and she was OK with it. Over the next few weeks, it was hard not to get attached to the new
little additions. They were so playful, chasing my daughter around the house, loving and had started developing
their personalities. When the kittens started climbing, I would find them on my daughters bed with Muffin and my
daughter sleeping. When the boys started to show signs that they were “growing up”, I started taking them in to
get them fixed. One every payday. By the time I got to the last male, he got Muffin pregnant. I still got him
fixed but had to wait on Muffin. 60 days later, Muffin gave birth to a single kitten who was just as cute as the
first batch. Five weeks after his birth, my daughters friends showed up at our door selling this kitten that
they couldn't get to eat or drink. My daughter paid 10 dollars for the kitten and found out that he was only
three weeks. So we had to feed him and show him how to eat and drink on his own when he was a little older. Of
course, he and Muffins newest kitten were keepers as well. A year later, Muffin, her female and the other two
boys had not been fixed so the boys got the girls pregnant and between them they had 9 kittens. Six months later
we had more kittens and more kittens. At one point, we had seven females pregnant with a total of 85 cats and
kittens. Trying to feed them was starting to take a toll on our finances, my marriage was taking a hit, our dog
was not happy and our house was being destroyed from the constant cat pee and feces. Trying to keep the litter
boxes clean was becoming a problem. With the amount of cats that we had, we would be doing the litter boxes
every few minutes. If the boxes were not clean the cats would use the floor. The males were not fixed so they
were spraying. They would spray anything and everything. There were times when we would be watching TV and one
of the males would spray one of us, the dog or each other. It was becoming a serious problem. We couldn't have
anyone over because of the house smelling. No matter how much we cleaned and did
the litter boxes, it was out of serious control. Bleach had become my friend, but it still wasn't helping. My
kids would go to school and be teased because they smelled from the cat
urine. We even had social services called on us because of the smell. Of
course, we spent the next two days cleaning our butts off just to hide the smell. We must have done a good job,
because nothing ever happened. Sometime that year, I had come to the realization that I could no longer handle
the amount of cats that we had. It had actually come down to the fact that I could no longer feed my family with
the amount of cat food we were going through. It had finally come down to they were going to starve or my family
was going to starve. I decided to find a no kill shelter to get help. I made the call and they came out to take
pictures of the cats. The shelter took some of the kittens to put into foster homes to help relieve some of the
stress. Only the kittens came back due to one had gotten sick and was diagnosed with Corona virus. Now I had to
seriously sit down and figure out what to do. Unfortunately, the only decision I had was to call the local
Humane Society for help. My local Humane Society did help me with a cost. I had to turn all my babies in to them
and have them put down. The virus they were exposed to was going to stop them from being adopted because they
would have to go to homes where there was no other animal. The virus is contagious. No one would want a sick cat
or kitten. So one day, I made several runs to the Humane Society to surrender my cats and have them all put
down. I cried the whole time I did this. I hated it, I kept trying to find ways to keep one or two, wondered if
they were going to hate me for what I was doing and if they knew how much I loved them and didn't want to do
what I was doing. I went from 85 cats to 2. I kept my only two and they were my oldest. They have since passed
on and I have not replaced them. I refuse to have another cat in my home. To this day, I still cry over what I
did. I feel like I killed them and have been in counseling for it. I can't talk about any of the cats without
crying. I have asked my husband if after our kids graduate college if we can sell our home and move somewhere
else in the state. He has agreed because there are too many memories for me.
I know if I had gotten the cats fixed in the first place, Muffin after her second pregnancy, I
would not have had to go through what I did. I would not have gotten them sick. I kept thinking in the back of
my mind that animal hoadering wasn't going to happen to me, only it did. I kept thinking if I kept the girls
away from the boys, then they wouldn't get pregnant. When ever a liter was born, I kept saying I would find home
for them, only I didn't. The reason was that I didn't want the kittens to think “why did she get rid of us and
keep them?” The thought of them going to the humane society and being put in cages didn't sit right with me
either. But getting them fixed was out of the question because I couldn't afford it. I never knew how much cats
can destroy a home when there are too many.
Click here to go to page 2
SAINT has Talent!
One of SAINT Animal Rescues volunteers husband had a hidden talent! We have an artist
among us and we didn't know!
Joy has been with our rescue for quite some time and she kept hidden the special
talent of her husband Bob!
Bob has been painting for a number of years and is self taught. Joy invited Jerry and
I to Bob's art showing that was recently
scheduled. We are impressed! Bravo! Good work Bob!
If anyone is interested in seeing Bob's work please contact SAINT Animal Rescue. We
will help arrange
a viewing! (719) 541-3099