Niagara Gazette — We have five cats, each as precious to us as a child would be — each unique, mysterious, humble, exotic and quite loveable. They all came from rescue shelters — two of them from our own SPCA of Niagara, one of which, Dinah, lived to be 18, and another from the SPCA, Savannah, now in her 13th year and still living the good life in our happy home in each other’s loving company. When we lost Dinah, in less than a week, we adopted another cat desperately needing a home who, as it turned out was in a shelter waiting for “someone” for eight months. Cinnamon too was on “death row” when I chose to take her home. A very nervous cat, she had chewed off half the fur on her legs and belly from the stress of being confined for so long. And as it turned out, she didn’t at all mix well socially with our extended cat family of four. She has to be kept separately in her own upstairs roomy quarters and is indeed a “special needs” feline who requires adjustment time that may never end. It makes no difference. The love for her is real, is genuine, as with the others.
We also just adopted a young, abandoned Pomeranian from a rescue shelter who was transported here all the way from a “terrible place” in the state of Kentucky. This, in less than a week after losing our own beloved pom, Konnor at the unexpected young age of nine from kidney failure. Again, it was all done to honor our lost dog’s memory. James Herriott, renowned author of such books as “All Creatures Great and Small” and “All Things Wise and Wonderful” once said, “Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.”