‘Twas the Night of A Rescue



‘Twas a night like all others, when through the whole mill
All the poor souls were howling, so hungry and ill.
The food bowls were empty, all covered with grime,
Such despair, fear and pain … they’d committed no crime.The mill dogs were lying on wire without beds
While visions of freedom danced in their heads.
And all of the breeds, the young, sick and old
Snuggled together to keep warm in the cold.When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
They sprang up in fear to see what was the matter.
Away to the cage bars they flew with a howl;
It must be a person – that creature most foul.Through the dark of the night and the cold and the snow,
There was a rescue afoot, but the dogs didn’t know.
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But two rescue vans and a mission so clear.

And one special lady, so lively and quick,
They knew right away ‘twas Theresa, not St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles her rescuers they came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

“Now Jenny! Now Chuck! Now Dean and Pam.
On Amber! On Brian! Get out of the van!
To the top of the kennel! To the top of the wall!
Let’s rescue these souls for that is our call!”

She was dressed all in sweats from her head to her foot;
Her clothes soon were covered with dirt, urine and poop.
But what did it matter when saving these souls,
Their freedom more precious than silver or gold?

The sick and the old, the moms and the dads,
The puppies, the discards, those hurting so bad.
With hands very gentle, they cut off the chains,
Gave each dog a hug and blessed each with a name.

So many dogs loaded – unwanted no more.
If only they knew how much love was in store!
Theresa spoke gently, but focused on work,
Prepped each for safe travel, then turned with a jerk.

As tears filled her eyes, she looked at those left
And under her breath whispered, “we’ll be back for you next.”
She sprang to the van, to her team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle.

Away from the horror and misery and pain,
Away to a new life, finally free from the cage.
We heard her exclaim as the mill went from sight,
“HAPPY FREEDOM to all, and to all a good night!”

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Tinka Belle


She was caught being a “normal” kitty. When we adopted her she was super feral. She was a biter and she scratched and she was even more dangerous because she can move her body like a ferret. She hated being touched and ran if you came in the room. But she never would have survived a shelter even though we weren’t really looking for another cat at the time, we knew she had to stay with us.

She’s changed dramatically with patience and respect for her fears. We’ve shown her we won’t fear her, but we will love her. Over time she’s learned how to live with us humans and the other cat of the house, Loki. Our  move we just did last October was hard for her. She really doesn’t like being picked up and the apartment was nearly empty, she was already skittish and frantic. She ran and ran and ran from us. And when we finally caught her, she was exhausted and had a white flag out saying I give up. But even though the move was painstakingly difficult, it seems to have taught her that even when she is at her lowest, when she is all run out and tired of fighting, we didn’t hurt her. We kept her safe and gave her space after that to adjust to the new surroundings. It was her biggest change for the better as a secure and non feral cat. She trusts us now. And now she doesn’t just act like she lives with us, she acts like she is home and likes it.

Now she comes for nose boops, cuddles and occasionally she just totally lets her guard down and does things like this in the picture. She’s no longer a biter and only would scratch to defend herself now, like any other animal would. Humans are pretty cool now to her. And considering she even questioned the food we would set down for her when she first came to live with us, I’d say we get along just fine now.