Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts

Saturday, August 19, 2017

My Bucket List and Taking Something Back

A year ago, I wrote in this blog post:
Josh Bleill's Book: One Step At A Time, Good/Bad Medical Care, War Trauma, PTSD, and Child Abuse Trauma
and revealed some of what I deal with after having my hand/arm seriously injured, not taken care of properly by the medical community, ultimately leaving my hand/arm with limitations, pain, and disabled. What I didn't reveal was how much was taken away, as far as what I did, but in this post I am going to state that I have taken something back fourteen and a half years after being injured.

I wrote about having to rehome my horses, one I had for eighteen years, the other, a miniature who kept my Tennessee Walker company, I had for eight years. It broke my heart to have to go through this, to watch them leave in a trailer, to never see them again! My horseback riding activities ended.

Also, I am a very creative person, with a need to express that creativity. I had done leather tooling, even entered items into contests. I also did Native American style bead work. All that came to a stop.

There are other things that stopped as well, but I am not here to write about all of these things. I am here to tell about taking something back. Being an active person, I have searched for something I could do, despite my hand limitations.

I have watched, with fascination, paddle boarding on TV. I have seen Brandon on Lucky Dog train a dog to ride on a paddle board. With that, my desire to try this sport grew.

I couldn't sink money into something without knowing whether I could do it or not. I had searched online to see if there was any places that rented, but found none. While hiking with my co-worker/friend a few weeks ago, we went to a park and found out that they rented paddle boards. I was as excited as a kid on Christmas morning.

Plans were made twice to go, but cancelled due to the weather reports, which ended up being wrong. They say the third time is the charm, and we finally went last Saturday. That's the reason for no blog post last weekend.

All the time I had watched and waited, I had a plan in place on how to deal with my hand situation. I would keep my left hand on top of the paddle, which would help with balance. It wouldn't have to do the work. I had a guy tell me, this might not work because I would have to shift my weight to paddle on the left side, and this could cause me to fall into the water.

I was determined that I could do this. I needed to be able to do this! I needed to "take something back" after all that was taken away from me with the hand/arm injuries! Can you say victory to me, and check one off my bucket list?! I did do it. I paddled off, with Alane in her kayak beside me, and her husband watching from shore, telling the guy who helped me with my paddle board, "She's never done it before. They will probably stay in the idol zone for a bit to practice." I didn't stay. I paddled off, kept my balance well, and felt pure happiness and joy flow throughout my body!

My idea for paddling did work. I didn't have to adjust my weight or footing to paddle on the left side, like the one guy thought. The only problem I had was the paddle handle couldn't be adjusted. It was stuck. It was actually too long for how I needed to paddle. I did endure pain, but knew that if I had my own, I would be able to correct this problem.

Yes, I did fall off, but due to some bigger waves from the boats and jet skis that were close by. I did find that if I stopped paddling when waves came in, and just stood on the boad, I enjoyed rocking on the board as the waves went by. Towards the end of four hours, I was clowning around when Alane said I should do a trick. I tried to stand on one foot while waves from a boat came in, and I went in for a dip. It made for a funny video!


A very grateful thanks to Alane Lovell, who went with me and took these photos, and her husband Pat, who was official chauffeur.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Josh Bleill's Book: One Step At A Time, Good/Bad Medical Care, War Trauma, PTSD, and Child Abuse Trauma

I just finished reading the book, One Step At A Time by Josh Bleill with Mark Tabb. I read this book, because I’d served in the military, and wanted to know what our military personnel are dealing with in the war zones since 9/11.

In 2006, Josh was a Lance Corporal in the Marine Reserves in Indiana. His was called to active duty to serve in a combat zone. In Fallujah, Josh was severely injured by an IED. He sustained traumatic amputation of both legs above the knee, and traumatic brain injury (TBI). The blast injured his buddy - Tim Lang, and killed follow Marines/friends Joshua Hines and Brock Babb.

John 15:12-13 This is My commandment: that you love one another [just] as I have loved you. No one has greater love [no one has shown stronger affection] than to lay down (give up) his own life for his friend. (Amplified Bible)

Joshua Hines and Brock Babb, and all the other U.S. military men and women over time, who have given their lives for the sake of democracy and freedom have shown that greater love. I am grateful for their scarifies, and their families scarifies. Democracy and freedom are not free and shouldn’t be taken for granted. We have it at the cost of military members spilled blood causing loss of life or being maimed for life.

The Marines, soldiers, sailors, and airmen who have been maimed for life have to find a “new normal” in order to go on with life. Josh Bleill had to find a new normal, and writes about this in his book. I read his book with various emotions, not because the book was not good. On the contrary, this book is quite good, and I feel it should be required reading for all U.S. citizens and those wanting to become citizens, starting at the high school level on up, because, again, freedoms like free speech is not free. (I also feel that all should watch the movie: Taking Chance to include the Extras the DVD offers.)

Just a few weeks after the Iraq war started in 2003, while at work, I sustained severe life changing injuries for which I receive extremely poor medical care. Despite the media stating the U.S. has the “best health care,” I can certainly say it is not the best health care after the various forms of negative treatment I encountered by medical personnel, the lack of care and treatment – injuries never fixed, the fourth orthopedic doctor - a major sports team doctor who told me repeatedly, “It was a very complicated injury. I couldn’t fix it all…” yet none of his reports states this – causing more negative treatment; and what I still deal with because the damages is now a life time sentence.

I also suffered harassment in the workplace while on what was supposed to be light duty that contributed to further injuries. These are the reasons I read Josh’s book with varying emotions.

Josh wrote about the medical care he received, which seemed so positive and caring – the exact opposite of what I encountered. While reading, I couldn’t help but wonder where I’d be now if I’d received proper and caring medical treatment. (I will mention that about two-thirds of the way through his book, Josh did write about a negative encounter with a doctor - not one treating him, but one treating his buddy, Tim Lang; and Josh stepped up for his buddy, letting the doctor know he was out of line. Good for you, Josh. I wish I’d had a friend like you step up for me.)

Josh had to find that new normal when it came to dealing with being a double leg amputee. Josh stated, “Getting hurt isn’t supposed to stop you, it only makes you work harder to get back in the game.”

That game is LIFE and living it, but there are great challenges to those who deal with leg(s) or arm(s) amputation or lose of use despite it still being attached. Josh couldn’t have a job which required standing all day long. There is pain, as well as fatigue from standing, balancing, and walking on prosthetics.

My upper extremity was not amputated by the injuries, but I did ask for my hand to be cut off. Amputation wouldn’t stop the neurological pain and various symptoms the neurological condition causes, but it would stop the orthopedic pain and more. The doctor wouldn’t amputate. I believe it was because it would have meant admitting the orthopedic injuries were not all fixed.

Recently, I was asked how do I deal with it all. I answered, “I don’t have any choice, but to deal with it.” I realized later this wasn’t an answer, so here is the real deal from those of us with severely damaged extremity(ies) or amputated extremity(ies.) We deal with it day-by-day, hour-by-hour, and sometimes minute-by-minute. For me, I talk to God a lot. Those talks include raw, truthful emotions, even anger. We also learn to fake it until we can make it. We find a new normal, and get on with our lives as best we can, and adapting. Because so much is taken away, we work to find new dreams to dream which give us hope. For me since, I no longer have the leather tooling and piano playing and more abilities, I work towards my dream of being a published writer.

Josh informs the reader how great the obstacles are for those injured when it comes to finding a job. I understand this all to well. I wanted and needed to work, not just for a paycheck, but for the emotional well being too. When it comes to upper extremity disabilities, finding work is difficult. After losing a good paying job, it took over six and a half stressful years to get regular employment. It isn’t full time or high dollars, but it is a job I am grateful for, and when that call came in, I couldn’t help but cry tears of joy and thanksgiving. This job keeps groceries in the fridge, and has lowered the stress I felt with needing to keep a roof over my head and utilities paid. There is nothing extra for driving to do volunteer work, or vacations, Internet, fancy phones, cable TV, etc., but I have been able to make my “farm” a farm again after losing my horses (because of the injuries and lost income.) I have found a love for chickens; and with my eight new hens now laying eggs the Little Bit of Paradise Farm is once again a farm and not just a place in the country.

I had (have) to find ways to do daily living things that come easy for other, such as tying shoes. A person does not know just how much the hands are used, until you lose the use of one. How do you shower, put on deodorant, dress – pull up your pants, zip & button clothes/coats, or cook, wash dishes, clean, fold clothes, mow the lawn, etc. or drive a stick shift truck in the middle of winter with one hand? How do you open jars? I know, but I had to figure it out all on my own.

I have had well meaning people try to give advice on how to do something, but don’t realized that when they say, “You could do it like this” they are actually still using both hands until I tell them to look at themselves. In addition, there are others who don’t understand what I call “body mechanics.” They think because my disabled hand is on the lawn mower handle, snow shovel, or rake handle that I must be using it. No, I do this for balance reasons. And what I deal with can’t be fixed by “doing more therapy” as some of said.

Josh writes about the support of his family and friends during his long recovery. He mentions that Tim Lang also had the support of his family. Josh wrote, “Family is family.” Unfortunately, that is not the case for everyone.

Another extremely important subject Josh writes about is Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) that many members of the military who have been in war zones suffer from. It is not something anyone can understand, unless they have experienced it.

Before I was injured on the job, I was, once, walking down the hallway behind two psychology students who were counseling veterans. One female student joked and laughed to the other about how she showed a military movie to Vietnam vets and “wonder how many of them would end up under the table.”

I never endured a combat zone, but I did endure another kind of war – that of abuse within a family. Having come from a majorly dysfunctional family, where my birth mother and some of her boyfriends were abusive, I know that not all families are caring and loving. Some are just people related by blood. My own mother said I “lived in a fantasy world” for believing that families could love one another and be there for each other. I do know that it can and does exist - Josh and Tim have it, and many others have it, as well.

Ephesians 6:4 Fathers (I believe this should read – mothers and fathers) do not irritate and provoke your children to anger [do not exasperate them to resentment], but rear them [tenderly] in the training and discipline and the counsel and admonition of the Lord. (Amplified Bible)

I believe the above verse speaks of abusiveness by a parent. When I was a child, I believed greatly in the Bible verse of “obey your mother and father.” In fact, my birth mother is the one responsible for my siblings and I starting out in the church – hearing sermons piped into the nursery when we were babies; but she was “heavy handed” when it came to punishments, and then it became abusive. Mom used my dad to get a college education, all the while having affairs, then filing for divorce.

I knew she never wanted custody of us, only taking us after one man she’d had an affair with, told her he wouldn’t have any respect for her as a mother if she didn’t take custody of her children. What did he really know of respect if he was married, knew my father because of being the farrier for our horses at the time, and who was having an affair with my mother who was married?

Any kind of abuse can leave scars, but when you’re a child, like me, living in a war of abuse, where a mother rants and raves for hours, making you stand or sit there the whole time without saying a word, and who hits for no reason, or throws things around screaming and cursing, you suffer trauma to the psyche. There are nightmares and flashbacks, just like war veterans have. You are different. And as an adult, if you talk about it, people don’t understand. Some will even say, “Get over it!” They don’t understand that by talking about it, you are not asking for attention or special treatment, you are just trying to find answers so you can heal. (And for those who have been abused, who use what they’ve been through as an excuse to do wrong. It is not a “Get Out of Jail” free card to do wrong or become abusive towards others.)

To those two psychology students who do not know what a war zone is like, and who should never counsel people because of their negative attitudes, and to people who are critical of those who are scarred by child abuse, it is not that easy to just “get over it.” Unless those who suffer from war trauma and child abuse trauma are given the tools and help needed, they don’t know how to get over it. And it is not because they want a pity party by others. In fact, most will shun themselves from others because of the lack of understanding and care.

What is needed? What must you and I do?

Love needs to be put into action. Romans 12 verse 9 - [Let your] Love be sincere: Hate what is evil; but hold fast to that which is good…verse 14 - Bless those who persecute you [who are cruel in their attitude toward you]; bless and do not curse them…verse 17 – Repay no one evil for evil, but take thought for what is honest and proper and noble [aiming to be above reproach] in the sight of everyone…verse 19 – Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave the way open for [God’s] wrath; for it is written; Vengeance is Mine, I will repay (requite), says the Lord.

I learned that the hands have more nerves concentrated in them than any other part of the body, and to greatly appreciate what still works. What I have learned while reading Josh’s book is that I have to let God take care of the wrong doings that occurred with the medical treatment or lack there of; and that sometimes great things can happen after awful things take place.

In conclusion, I will add my thoughts, some which have gone through my head for quite some time: Babies are not born hating others. Babies want to be loved. Hate is something that is taught. Families need to be more than people related by blood. Put away the cellphones & games, stop the adult partying, and stop thinking of just you (being selfish). That cellphone/game is not going to be there - to help you if you get injured or as you age - sitting there alone.

People relationships - family and friends are what we need, because God made us “social animals.” God made us needing a pack, so to speak. In other words, we need family, which includes extended family – grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. And if you find someone who is alone in this world, make them an “adopted family member”, it will mean more than you may ever know.

Being a family should mean each member is cared about and loved, as unconditional as humanly possible. Mothers and fathers need to step up and be parents. Be a positive, loving example and teach, speed time with, & nurture your child/children. Teaching includes disciplining, but not in an abusive manner. Teach children to love and give back in a positive way to this world. Teach manners and respect, not only respect for themselves, but for others as well, and for our world – the Earth.

If we, the whole earthly population, could do this, we wouldn’t have another Josh going to war, losing his legs; and we wouldn’t have children scarred from child abuse.

Please take time to read Josh Bleill’s book One Step At A Time. 


****It is also my hope that if one person reading this blog post is helped, then the difficulty I had writing the truths of my own experiences will be worth all the pain, both physical (typing is not an easy task now) and emotional I endured.


When I was a child, there were child abuse laws, and there were adults who knew of the abuse, yet never reported it. I ask that if you see or know of any form of abuse to a child, that you report it, and keep reporting it until something is done to help that child.****

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Memorial Day and Some History about Arlington National Cemetery

There is a place filled with haunting beauty, yet deep sadness and sorrow causing tears to flow. It is the final resting place for many of our military men and women, some having given the ultimate sacrifice – the loss of their life during times of war.

This hallowed ground is Arlington National Cemetery located in Arlington, Virginia. More than 250,000 military graves stretch across 624 acres of rolling green hills, dotted with trees - some being several hundred years old. It is a tribute to the service and sacrific of our military men and women.

Originally, the Arlington house was built as a memorial to George Washington by George Washington Parke Custis. Custis was the adopted grandson of our first president. Custis had one child, Mary Anna Randolph Custis. Mary Anna married Robert E. Lee, future commander of the Confederate Army. Some have thought Lee owed the property, but under the will of George Washington Parke Custis, Mary Anna had the right to live and control the house for the rest of her life. Upon her death, Custis' will stated control would pass to Mary Anna and Robert's eldest son - George Washington Custis Lee.

In 1861, just weeks after the beginning of the Civil War, General Lee wrote to his wife. He expressed his desire for her to move for her safety. Mary Anna did not want to leave her beloved Arlington house, but did so for her well-being.

The federal government levied taxes against the Arlington estate, stating they had to be paid in person. Mary Anna could not possibly pay the taxes in person, because of her husband's position in the Confederate Army. The property was seized by the federal government. On January 11, 1864, the property was offered for public sale, being purchased by a tax commissioner for “government use”.
The Arlington propery become a military cemetery. On June 15, 1864, Arlington National Cemetery was established by Brigadier General Montgomery C. Meigs of the Union Army. Under Meigs' orders, the first monument was built using stone and masonry, and was the final resting place for 1,800 Bull Run Union casualties.

When the Civil War ended, neither Lee or Mary Anna tried to recover possession of the Arlington property. After General Lee died in 1870, George Washington Custis Lee, eldest son of Mary Anna and Robert E. Lee, brought legal action, stating the land had been illegally confiscated. In December 1882, the U. S. Supreme Court ruled in favor of Custis Lee, returning to him the property rights. Just a few months later, congress purchased the property from Custis Lee for $150, 000.

The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, also called the Tomb of the Unknowns, is a part of Arlington. It is located on a hill with Washington D.C. in view. Two Union soldiers, their identity unknown, were the first Unknowns buried at Arlington. Now there are nearly 5,000 Unknown Soldiers buried in Arlington National Cemetery. Seven words are carved on the Tomb: “Here rests in honored glory an American soldier known but to God.”

The Tomb of the Unknowns is guarded 24 hours a day, 365 days a year - rain, sleet, snow or shine. The sentinels change guard every hour on the hour during the winter. In the summer, the changing of the guard is every half hour during the daytime, and every hour on the hour throughout the night. The elite members of the 3rd U.S. Infantry Regiment are the Tomb Guard sentinels; and they are all volunteers.

Each potential volunteer must meet the height requirements of 5 feet 10 inches to 6 feet 4 inches tall, and have a flawless military record. They are required to memorize the Arlington National Cemetery history and the location of 300 graves. Further training is required to learn the “walk”, which contain a certain number of steps in between specific actions. Training is difficult, with various testing phases, only the best of the best will pass. Those who endure and pass will be ceremonially qualified, earning the right to wear the Silver Tomb Guard Identification Badge.

There are over 27 funerals services performed each day. Full military funeral honors are given to those military members who have died as a result of the wounds they received from enemy action.

Times of war to maintain freedom causes blood to be shed, ultimately causing tears to be shed. Those military members who survive their wounds as a result of enemy action, come home, make adjustments, and live with the consequences of their wounds. Those who pay the most cherished price for our freedom - giving their lives, come home in a casket draped with the American Flag. Arlington National Cemetery becomes the final resting place for some of those precious givers of their life to keep American free. We need to be grateful to them, for their family's loss, and finally for our freedom, because freedom is not free.

On this Memorial Day, I think of my father, who passed away far too young, and who served honorably in the Air Force. It is his footsteps I followed by serving honorably as well. I also think about my Uncle Jim and my cousin Jim, who served honorably, and thankfully are still walking this Earth.

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Rose of Sharon Bush and a Friendship

Spring has sprung. The grass has become a luscious green, and weeds & perennial plants are starting to grow. Of course the weeds always do quite well, out growing everything else. Trees and bushes are beginning to leaf out, with the canopy in wooded areas closing in.

Yard work begins with picking up hundreds of sticks and moving them to big piles we've made over the years. These stick piles provide shelter and protection for little animals and birds.

The dead remains of the
Rose of Sharon Bush.
 A disappointment for me, was finding that my Rose of Sharon (Hibiscus Syriacus) had died. I was given a start by my friend - Bob. We had worked together. He was the oldest guy in the department - all jobs were male dominant trade careers, and he was the one most open to having female co-workers.

Bob was a plasterer, a master of his trade. Plastering is not drywall work. It is better than drywall and fireproof. Plastering is the old-fashion way of building walls, using lath and plaster, and it is an art which is being lost.

Bob was open to working with me and even teaching his trade. He taught me how to repair plaster walls. I never had an opportunity to build a whole wall on my own, but helped him with putting up the lath and mixing the plaster.

It was on many jobs that I watched Bob holding a hawk full of plaster and taking the edge of the trowel into the plaster, moving it out and away, while tipping the hawk towards his body. The first time he had me try this, I dumped the hawk full of plaster down the front of my dark green uniform. He chuckled, his big belly jiggling up and down, and told me, "Don't touch it. You'll make a bigger mess if you try to clean it off, because it will smear. Let it dry, and then it will come off in chucks."

Even after it dried and the chucks came off, I was still left with a filty uniform that I had to walk around in.

Bob and I would team up to do other kinds jobs as well. Once we went to check on a job - what needed to be done, what supplies we needed, etc. Bob was up on the ladder checking around a light fixture, when he suddenly let out a yip, jumping around on the ladder.

Startling me, I jumped back and away, thinking he was being shocked by electricity somehow. Then, with his hands over his head, Bob threw his hip towards me and shouted, "Get it, get it, get it!"

This only caused me to jump further back, but I said, "Get what?"

"Get my pager!"

I reached up and pulled his pager off his belt - it was vibrating. Bob always set his pager so he could hear it, but somehow it had been switched to vibrate. When it went off, it startled him...

I was so relieved that he wasn't being electrocuted, but I got so tickled at what happened, I started laughing until I had tears in my eyes....

Bob, his wife, and I became friends, even after he retired. When I finally became a homeowner, Bob gave me a start from his huge Rose of Sharon. That start just didn't want to grow, despite it being a plant that is suppose to grow well.
Two new shoots from the
Rose of Sharon Bush.
Photo by Tracey R. Simmons 2016

The interesting thing is that Rose of Sharon started to grow after Bob passed away suddenly. It even had two different colors of blooms, something Bob's didn't have. It grew to be over six feet tall, but then suddenly died for no apparent reason. This was upsetting, because it had become a way for me to remember Bob and the good times we had shared as friends and co-workers.

Last weekend, I trimmed off the dead branches. In the process, I found not one, but two new shoots from that Rose of Sharon bush. I feel like the Heavens above smiled down on me, causing that growth. And in return, I smiled back, was thankful, and remembered Bob.





Saturday, February 27, 2016

Blog Posts to Go Biweekly

To all who enjoy reading my posts, which are mostly about animals. I am working on a book right now, and posting every week has and is taking away from my writing. I will post every other week now (Biweekly). Upcoming posts will include - Chicken Fever, Baby Peeps 101, Animals with Disabilities, Demodectic Mange, Honeybee Keeping, and more. Please come back next week for a new post. Thank you for understanding and come back.
Photo by adamr www.freedigitalphotos.net

Saturday, January 2, 2016

New Year's Resolutions Vs. Just Making Goals

Making New Year's Resolutions is something that goes back thousands of years. It is not a tradition that I do. This year I am going to make goals to accomplish this new year.

Pippin and Spritzen playing tug-of-war.
Photo by Tracey R. Simmons 2015


1st goal - to laugh more. I believe that Pippin and Spritzen will be very involved with this goal. Undoubtable, they will have me laughing with their playfulness and joy of having each other as best buddies throughout this year.

2nd goal - to get my honeybee hives going. When I started this adventure in 2013, I created a nice area for the hives to sit, but they are close to the road. I had trouble from day one. Nobody who knew anything about honeybee keeping could figure out what was causing the troubles and loss. A non-bee keeping friend thought that maybe by being near the road, the hive deaths were from carbon monoxide. I was told carbon monoxide stays low, and my hives sit lower than the roadway. I will be moving the hives back a lot further. With the move, here's hoping I became a beekeeper! This has been a long time dream!!
2013 Honeybee Hive set up - flowers filled in around the pavers.
Photo by Tracey R. Simmons 2013
3rd goal - expanding my flower beds. With the help of two people, my green thumb gets greener every year. I have learned to start my own flowers and vegetables. My flower beds are filling in each year. My plan is to have all space in the following picture filled with perennial flowers touching one another, choking out all weeds.
Purple/Pink Flower Bed.
Photo by Tracey R. Simmons 2014
4th goal - start a jar of good experiences. On FB, I have read about getting a canning jar and writing the good things that happen throughout the year. Then, at the end of the year, you open it and read all the little slips of paper, reminding yourself of all the good the year held and being thankful.

5th - to send out children's books I've written to publishers. I have dragged my feet on doing things after having a very negative experience. I am not going to let those who wanted to cause harm to keep me from accomplishing a dream that I believe God gave me. With God, all things are possible!

What are your goals for this new year? Share them here, and Happy New Year.





Saturday, November 21, 2015

Have Your Basic Needs Been Met?

There are some people who feel like they’re jumping from one frying pan into another when it comes to hurdles along life’s path. Maybe you’re one of them. It may seem like no matter how hard you try to stay upbeat, keep a stiff upper lip, think positive, or whatever expression one wants to use, life keeps throwing you to the ground. You continue getting up and trudging along, putting on a brave front; but inside you wonder: where is God; what’s the reason you seem to get more hurdles thrown in front of you; and why, oh, why can’t life smooth out like it seems to be for others?!

In difficult times, maybe you’ve tried talking to a family member or friend, but they don’t understand while giving the “It could be worse” or “When one door or window closes, God will open another” responses. Yes, it could be worse, but it could be a whole lot better too! In addition, you’ve seen a window or door open a tiny bit, just enough to give you hope, but then slammed closed with such force your breath is sucked away, leaving you bewildered.

Recently, I heard someone say something that was so simple and made a great deal of sense – “Did you have what you needed to get through this day, enough to meet your basic living needs for the day?” The answer was yes. “Be thankful for that and just deal with one day at a time!”

God provides for this HoneyBee.
Photo by Tracey R. Simmons 2015


                            During this Thanksgiving season, what are you thankful for?

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Adopt a Homeless Pet

     In the United States, approximately 7.6 million companion animals enter the shelter system each year. Of these animals, 3.9 million are dogs and 3.4 million are cats. Only about 649,000 of those animals are strays returned to their owners. This number could be higher if more people would microchip their pets.

     Only about 2.7 million animals (1.4 million dogs and 1.3 million cats) are adopted/saved each year. I say saved because they are saved from being euthanized - a.k.a. put to sleep, in other words killed.

     The sad fact is 31% of the 3.9 million dogs who enter the shelter system are euthanized - killed each year. That fate is higher for the 3.4 million cats - of those 41% are euthanized each year.

     One rescue site said one pet every 6 seconds is euthanized. That is 9,000 dogs, cats, puppies, and kittens euthanized each day. This is so disturbing to me as an animal lover.

     I wanted to do something to help promote adopting homeless pets. My newest adoptee from a rescue is pictured above. Her name is Pippin. She helped give me the idea which I was able to photograph. Please adopt a homeless pet today. They will thank you with unconditional love the rest of their lives.