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Magic the Miniature Mare

8 Oct

Magic the Miniature Mare

By Katy Steinmetz Monday, Mar. 21, 2011

"Magic" is a well known certified therapy pony

William Thomas Cain / Getty Images

Sometimes heroism can come in the quieter, more unassuming guise of a miniature therapy horse (such as the one seen above). Magic, a blue-eyed mare, regularly visited patients who needed comfort, whether in group homes, hospitals or hospice-care facilities, but one particular interaction gained her recognition as AARP’s Most Heroic Pet in 2010. Magic went to visit a patient who had lived in an assisted-living facility and hadn’t spoken to anyone during her three years there. But the moment she laid eyes on Magic, she said, “Isn’t she beautiful?” Those first words caused the staff to break out in tears, and she continued to communicate from that point onward. The Florida program that brought the two together, Gentle Carousel Miniature Therapy Horses, continues to work its magic in the Sunshine State.

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“Toby” First dog to save a life using the Heimlich

8 Oct

 Golden Retriever Saves Choking owner

with the Heimlich Maneuver

“Toby” Golden Retriever

Debbie Parkhurst, age 45 was home alone when she choked on an apple. Parkhurst told reporters that she had tried to giving herself the Heimlich maneuver  (unsuccessfully) by beating her chest. She began to lose consciousness when Debbie’s Golden Retriever Toby took action. Maybe Toby got the idea from seeing her beating on her own chest. Toby started to jump on Parkhurst as she lay on the floor helplessly about to pass out. Well the quick thinking canines instinctual response was right on the money because the apple managed to dislodge from Parkhurst’s windpipe.

“As soon as I started breathing, he stopped and began licking my face, as if to keep me from passing out,” said Parkhurst.

“LuLu” Hero Pot Bellied Pig Saves Owners Life

7 Oct

Hero Vietnamese Pot-Bellied Pig

"LuLu" Hero Pot-Bellied Saves Owner

“LuLu”

A Pot Bellied pig is being hailed a hero after saving her owners life. Jo Ann Altsman suffered a heart attack while vacationing in the North Woods of Presque Isle, Pennsylvania. Jo Ann was unconscious and in desperate need of medical attention. The only other soul with her was Jo Ann’s Vietnamese Pot Bellied Pig LuLu. Realizing her friend needed help the quick thinking pig sprang into action. LuLu ran out of the house somehome getting the gate opened. She then ran into the street and laid down in front of traffic. Several cars just drove around her. Not willing to give up LuLu tried again laying down in the middle of the street and stopping traffic. Finally a man got out of his car to make sure LuLu was not hurt. LuLu got up as he approached her and started towards the house. The concerned citizen followed LuLu to her home finding Jo Ann Altsman unconscious and called 911.

Jo Ann has since recovered from her ordeal and credits her baby LuLu with saving her life.

The Worlds Bravest Dog Born From Homeless Canines Love for a Friend

5 Oct

The Worlds Bravest Dog

A Homeless Canines Love for a Friend

A stray dog risks his life to rescue an injured friend on a busy Chilean Highway.

 A tragedy played out in the streets of Chile when a homeless dog roamed onto a busy highway and was struck by a car. He lay badly injured in the 3rd lane with heavy, fast moving traffic. When the worlds bravest dog runs up the shoulder of the freeway trying desperately to get to his injured friend. The homeless hero starts towards his injured companion then leaps back toward the shoulder narrowly avoiding being struck by the fast moving vehicle. Starting again towards his injured friend, risking his own life to save the life of a friend. The canine hero at one point appears to be run over by a truck then miraculously emerges unscathed. Driven by the love of a friend and super human courage the second dog makes it to his badly injured companion who lies “alive but motionless” in a center lane. He then raps his front paws around the injured dog’s body and begins dragging him across two lanes towards the safety of the shoulder. With every ounce of strength that he had, the homeless hero dragged the injured dog little by little across the road. All the while cars fly by narrowly missing the pair. Somehow our couragious canine gets his injured friend to the safety of the shoulder. A road crew witnesses the whole event and comes to help. Unfortunately our hero runs off when the road crew arrives. The injured dog was taken by road crews to a veterinarian and later died.

  Many calls came in with offers to adopt the homeless dog. A search was conducted for what the chilean people dubbed there hero dog. Months later officials called off the search claiming to much time had passed. The dogs were strays and probably one another’s only friends in the world. A homeless dog in an act of pure love and unflinching courage demonstrates his willingness to lay down his life for a friend.


Most people wouldn’t be fit to pick up that dogs poop

Watch the video  captured by a highway traffic cam


“Bella” A Staffordshire Bull Terrier Dies A Hero in Her Owners Arms

5 Oct

“Bella” A Staffordshire Bull Terrier 

Dies A Hero in Her Owners Arms

"Bella" Dies a Hero in Her Owners Arms.

 Nicole Russell, who lived in Johannesburg, South Africa, was about to leave for work one morning when a car pulled up and four armed men jumped out and demanded her keys and purse. Nicole held both arms out so that they could take her jewelry and keys. Scared and confused she rushed to comply with their demands not realizing that she had mistakenly handed them her house keys.

 The men became agitated and violent when the keys would not unlock the car. When one of the men grabbed her and began dragging her towards the car Ms. Russell (in fear for her life) screamed.  Russell’s mother, alerted by the screams pushed a panic button in the house and ran into the garden.

 There she was confronted by an attacker with a knife.

 Bella, the family’s 4 year-old Staffordshire Bull Terrier, was with the mother and immediately lunged at the knife wielding attacker. Bella bit the man several times on the leg and was then shot in the head by one of the mans accomplices. In spite of her injury Bella continued to defend her family until the men panicked and fled.

 There was a point when one of the men (having just shot at Bella) turned his gun on Nichole and pulled the trigger. But either the gun misfired or Bella had taken the bullet intended for Russell.

 When the men were gone Bella sat down and rolled over and as Nicole held the hero dog Bella in her arms. Bella looked at her quietly for a few moments and died.

 An autopsy showed that Bella’s heart had been completely drained of blood in her fierce battle to protect her family.

On November 8, 1997 “Bella” was awarded posthumously a seven ring rosette trophy for her selfless heroism defending her family.

"Bella" Awarded Medal for Bravery

The Familiar Spirit! “poem”

3 Oct

The Familiar Spirit!

“Poem/Tribute”

When feeling sad because I miss

my angel dressed in fur

I Close my eyes and feel you by my side,

right where you always were

I feel your love and see your face

with the light that shined within your eyes

Please Know, that a part of my heart belongs to you

You will always shine inside

A sign from the Bridge

HOW COULD YOU!

18 Aug

A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a $7000 full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of his community.

HOW COULD YOU?

The Dog that you Dumped at the Shelter

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was “bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” — but then you’d relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a “dog person” – – still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a “prisoner of love.” As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch because your touch was now so infrequent and I would’ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered “yes” and changed the subject. I had gone from being “your dog” to “just a dog ,” and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You’ve made the right decision for your “family,” but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said “I know you will find a good home for her.” They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with “papers.” You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed “No, Daddy! Please don’t let them take my dog!” And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, “How could you?”

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind that this was all a bad dream.. or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, “How could you?”

Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, “I’m so sorry.” She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself — a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my “How could you?” was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

A Note from the Author: If “How Could You?” brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly “owned” pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters. Please use this to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

Please pass this on to everyone, not to hurt them or make them sad, but it could save maybe, even one, unwanted pet. Remember…They love UNCONDITIONALLY.

Now that the tears are rolling down your face, pass it on! Send to everyone in your address book and around the world! This IS the reality of dogs given up to shelters!

By Jim Willis, 2001

 

He is your friend, your protector, your dog!

You are his love, his life, his leader.

He will be yours loyal and true to the last beat of his heart!

You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion!