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2021 IS OUR 25th YEAR AS DAZE OF CAMELOT ANIMAL SANCTUARY IN MOSES LAKE, WA
ALTHOUGH WE PREFER THAT YOUR DONATIONS GO DIRECTLY TO OUR VETERINARIANS, YOU CAN NOW USE PAYPAL TO HELP SUPPORT THE ELDERLY, ABUSED AND DISABLED ANIMALS THAT WE TAKE CARE OF! WE DO NOT ADOPT OUT THE ANIMALS THAT COME HERE, AND SO YOUR DONATIONS ARE CRITICAL TO THEIR CARE. THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!!
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ALL DONATIONS SHOULD GO DIRECLY TO:
Pioneer Veterinary Clinic
827 Sharon Avenue
Moses Lake, WA 98837
WHO WE ARE AND WHAT WE DO...
Daze of Camelot Animal Sanctuary is a 501(c)3 non-profit animal sanctuary located in Moses Lake, WA since 1996. We rescue elderly, abused and disabled animals of all types, and WE DO NOT ADOPT OUT. Once we accept an animal it remains with us for the rest of its life. Because of they type of animals that come to us our Veterinary bills are extremely high. As we do not adopt out we have very little "income" from the animals that call us "home". All donations should go DIRECTLY to our Veterinarians.
We have received animals from owners, shelters and Veterinarians in Washington, Oregon, California, Idaho, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts, Hawaii, North Carolina and even Taiwan.
All donations are appreciated far more than you can realize - and there is no donation that is too small !!!
********IN LOVING MEMORY OF WOLFIE SHUTTLEWORTH********
From time to time people tell me, "Lighten up, it's just a dog", or, "That's a lot of money for just a dog". They don't understand the distance traveled, time spent, or cost involved for "Just a dog". Some of my proudest moments have come about with "Just a dog". Many hours have passed with my only company being "Just a dog", and not once have I felt slighted. Some of my saddest moments were brought about by "Just a dog". In those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "Just a dog" provided comfort and purpose to overcome the day.
If you, too, think it's "Just a dog" you will probably understand phrases like "Just a friend", "Just a sunrise", or "Just a promise". "Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy. "Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that makes me a better person. Because of "Just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future.
For me and folks like me, it's not "Just a dog". It's an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment. "Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.
I hope that someday people can understand it's not "Just a dog". It's the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "Just a man or woman".
So the next time you hear the phrase "Just a dog", smile, because they "Just Don't Understand"...Author Unknown
********IN LOVING MEMORY OF BENNY THE FERAL BENGAL********
Benny came to us from Maui, Hawaii at the age of 16 in mid 2016. He spent the first 6 or 7 years of his life in a cage at a breeders house. He was then rescued by a Maui sanctuary, where he spent then next 10 years inside, in a room, with 2 other cats. Benny remained feral his entire life. He had never felt the warmth of the sun on fresh grass, or laid peacefully in the grass and dirt.
Benny was flown to us in the last days of his life. Unlike dogs, who can be re-homed at any age, cats cannot. They will most often choose to die. Knowing this, we decided to let Benny, for the first time in his life, enjoy the summer sun and warm grass. He would walk close to visit with us when we were outside, and he loved being with our other outdoor cats. But his favorite spot was under the evergreen tree, where the sun shone through the branches. Every morning while walking the dogs in the yard, Benny would sit peacefully, in the sun, watching. His eyes were filled with awe and wonder - experiencing that which he never had before. The outdoors.
As the days passed Benny began to let us get closer and closer, touching his tail, then his head. And then one day he let us pick him up. Because he was feral (wild) nobody had ever held Benny before. He had never experienced ear rubs, and gentle touches. And he purred.
A CUPCAKE FOR CHRISTMAS 2020
Christmas is always an emotional time at Daze of Camelot. It is the time of year that many people take their "ancient ones", their older critters that have lived with them for years and years - to the shelter. They trade them in on a "newer model", a puppy, kitten, or simply a younger animal. It is the time of year that we head out in search of those that have been dumped in their greatest time of need - their golden years.
This year we didn't have to go far. A local shelter contacted us to say that an older man had to release his
precious dog, Cupcake, as he was no longer able to care for her because of his age and underlying health
issues. We left immediately to pick her up.
Cupcake is said to be 12 years old, although our guess is she might be a little older. Her new dog exam at
Pioneer Veterinary Clinic revealed that she was in good health for her age, albeit a little overweight, well
about 5 pounds overweight, which would mean she needed to lose about half of her existing weight!
Our guess is that Cupcake ate with her beloved human at mealtime. Although her heart and lungs were in
good shape, her mouth was not. It appeared that all of Cupcake's remaining teeth would need to be
removed as her mouth was in bad shape. Her dental was scheduled for February 1, 2021.
If you would like to help with Cupcake's dental costs please mail or phone a donation to Pioneer Veterinary
Clinic, 827 Sharon Ave., Moses Lake, WA 98837 (509) 765-6794. All donations are tax deductible, and NO
donation is too small. Thank you so very much!!!
Bug came to Daze of Camelot Animal Sanctuary in September 2020 from another rescue at the tender age of about 9 weeks old. She came to us as a kitty with severe cerebellar hypoplasia or CH (bobble head), but was also quite sick. Once we received her we immediately made an appointment for her with Pioneer Veterinary Clinic in Moses Lake. Looking at her Vet records from the previous Vet, our Veterinarians decided to look much further into Bug’s symptoms. A specialized blood test was run, and it was determined that Bug not only had CH, but also very severe herpes, bordatella, and mycoplasma. She was placed on several specially ordered medications, that would be required for several months.
Truly curing a cat of mycoplasma infection is very difficult, and most protocols involve the use of long-term courses of alternating antibiotics for many months.
Feline hemotrophic mycoplasmosis (FHM) is the name of a relatively uncommon infection of cats.
In the past, this disease was called feline infectious anemia or hemobartonellosis. With this disease,
the cat's red blood cells are infected by a microscopic blood bacterial parasite. The subsequent
destruction of the infected red blood cells results in anemia.
As of December, Bug remains on medications that appear to be really helping her. She visits her
doctor at Pioneer Vet every 30 days and is growing and getting healthier. Her cerebellar hypoplasia
is not curable, and she will remain wobbly forever. We have 3 other CH cats and one CH dog that have
been with us for many years. As Bug continues to feel better she is becoming more active, and loves
snuggling. She has even started playing with her sister kitties.
If you would like to help us with Bug's medical expenses, donations can be mailed or phoned to Pioneer
Veterinary Hospital, 827 Sharon Ave., Moses Lake, WA 98837 (509) 765-6794. All donations are tax deductible, and no amount is too small. Thank you so much!!!
BLU - IN THE DRIVEWAY WITH A COMPOUND FRACTURE
Early November 2020 brought an unwelcomed sight to our front yard. Standing in the driveway was
a grey cat with a dangling leg.
Picking her up for an inspection revealed a bone sticking out of the skin - a compound fracture!!
We immediately loaded her into a carrier and called Pioneer Veterinary Clinic to advise them that
we were on our way.
Due to Covid-10 restrictions we were not able to go into the clinic, and so dropped the kitty off with them, knowing that she was in excellent hands. A short time later Dr. Morrison called to say that Blu
(because of her color) would require a complete amputation of her rear leg. The muscle had completely deteriorated and there was no way to save the leg. Surgery would begin in a couple hours, and Blu would be ready to go home the following morning.
Blu is an amazing girl with a quiet and loving temperament, easily taking her pain meds and accepting lots of petting. The total costs for surgery and care are $1,500.
If you would like to donate toward the care of Blu, please do so by calling Pioneer Veterinary Clinic, (509) 765-6794 or mailing a donation to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic, 827 Sharon Ave., Moses Lake, WA 98837. Let them know that the donation is for BLU at Daze of Camelot Animal Sanctuary - or donate above. No donation is too small, and all donations are tax deductible. Thank you so very much!!!
Meet Bolt - Paralyzed and Can't Urinate
Bolt came to Daze of Camelot from the Seattle area in July 2020. Nobody is really sure what happened to
him, but he came home limping one day, and then lost the use of his back legs. His owners rushed him to
an emergency clinic, where surgery was performed on his back. Unfortunately, the surgery did not give him
back the use of his legs, AND he was then unable to urinate by himself and needed his bladder manually
expressed 3 times a day.
When Bolt's owners contacted us we had them fax his records to our Vets at Pioneer Veterinary Clinic in
Moses Lake for review. We were hoping that intense physical therapy would help to restore the use of his
bladder. But the doctors didn't think so.
We then had them contact WSU and fax his records to their veterinary hospital, hoping they would be able
to recommend treatment to restore his bladder. But the answer was the same - it wasn't going to happen.
After all avenues had been researched, we agreed to bring Bolt to Daze of Camelot to live out his life. A
wheelchair was ordered from Eddie's Wheels (the only company we use for critter wheelchairs), and they
arrived July 14th.
The photos show Bolt walking without his wheels, and the "new and improved" Bolt, who will be able to run
like the wind with his wheels on. His bladder will need to be manually expressed 2-3 times a day for the rest
of his life. But that's what we do here, save lives! He is in no pain, and is a very happy and loving boy!
Atreyu - Severe Seizures and Blind
Atreyu is a young kitten who is only about 8 weeks old. He was found huddling under a school bus about 3 hours from us June of 2020. During the first week that his rescuers had him, they noticed that he appeared to be blind as he travelled primarily along walls. But the most unsettling discovery was that he began having seizures. Taking him to their local vet provided no assistance, and there appeared no place else to turn - so they called us. The following day we travelled to pick him up, and took him immediately to our Veterinarians at Pioneer Veterinary Clinic in Moses Lake. During the 3 hour trip back to Moses Lake Atreyu had 3 seizures, and they were major seizures. He was admitted to the hospital, hooked up to IV fluids and started on a regimen of phenobarbital to help control the seizures. A full blood panel was run, and it was determined that his electrolytes were quite low. As the next few days passed further blood panels revealed that his electrolytes were returning to normal - but the seizures continued.
Although his seizures have become less frequent, he is still having them. Because of his young age
and blindness there is a possibility that we are dealing with a brain tumor. At this point we are continuing
to treat him symptomatically for his seizures. We are hoping that time will allow his doctors to further
adjust his phenobarbital and bring his seizures under better control. Through all of this Atreyu remains
loving and tries very hard to enjoy being a kitten.
LILLY - THROWN AWAY WITH CANCER
We were contacted during the first week of May 2020 about an elderly Chihuahua that had been wandering a neighborhood. A caring resident picked her up, then roamed the neighborhood looking for her owner. No owner was found. After calling us for help, we agreed to take her.
We informed the shelter that she was with us, but nobody called them looking for her.
She appeared to be quite old and had massive mammary tumors, so we headed to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic to see if she was a candidate for surgical removal of the tumors.
Before running blood work it was suggested that x-rays should be taken to look at the extent of the tumors. Unfortunately, because the tumors had not been addressed in time the cancer had spread to her lungs, and they were absolutely full of cancer. It was agreed that surgery was not an option, and there was no need for blood screening.
We took little Lilly home, with the knowledge that her stay with us wouldn't be very long. A month later we are monitoring her breathing, and eating. She is a lovely little soul that someone threw away, but she knows that she is loved once again.
CASSIE - FERAL NO MORE
Early March 2020, one of the employees where Dale works told him about a little Husky that had been running
close to the Dog Park for a couple weeks. Although nobody was able to catch her, the family was feeding her in
their unfenced back yard.
She would come to eat, but was afraid to be touched.
A large live trap was brought in and baited with yummy roasted chicken, trap lever was covered, and the wait
was on. But as is so often the case with feral animals, she was wary of the trap and was able to step over the
lever, get the chicken , and leave. She never went in again.
As the family watched her over time they noticed that other dogs that were running loose began to breed her. Not good.
Animal Control came to help and was able to herd her into a neighboring back yard and catch her. She was then taken to the shelter. Once this occurred the family called us again with an update. Knowing the she was feral, and would not be adoptable, we immediately contacted the shelter and were able to take her home the following day. We immediately called Pioneer Veterinary Clinic and she was spayed the following day.
All was fine for the following week. But one morning Cassie (the family that was feeding her called her Casserole) was unable to stand up. We immediately picked her up and took her to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic. Blood panels and x-rays were taken, both of which showed nothing out of the ordinary. Cassie was unable to urinate on her own, which required her bladder being expressed daily.
As day after day went by she continued to eat small amounts, but was still unable to stand or urinate. The five doctors at Pioneer had never seen anything like these symptoms, but were unwilling to give up on Cassie. They consulted with a neurologist and with the State. The suggested possibility wasn’t good. It was suggested that a possible cause was Paralytic Rabies, otherwise known as Dumb Rabies. If this was the case she would die very soon. But our doctors continued to treat her symptoms and held out hope. It had now been about 10 days.
Then came the phone call - Cassie was able to take a few steps on her leash AND she was staring to urinate on her own! Two days later she was walking perfectly and urinating regularly. She was ready to come home, with two more weeks of medication.
We simply cannot express our never ending gratitude and confidence for the doctors and staff at Pioneer Veterinary Clinic. They never waver in their compassion and devotion to both animal and owner.
OUR 2019 CHRISTMAS RESCUES
Every Christmas we try to rescue one critter that has been thrown away, or lost its home due to age, disabilities, or loss of its human companion in other ways. 2019 was extreme for us during the rescue process. This year we rescued 5 shelter pets (4 dogs and 1 cat) that had been in the shelter for some time, and were not being looked at due to age, disabilities, or temperament, and one elderly dog that was losing his home. Two of these rescues need medical attention and one needs to be neutered. If you are interested in helping us with these critters, all donations should go directly to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic, 827 Sharon Ave., Moses Lake, WA 98837 (509) 765-6794 Thank you so much!!!
JINGLES - LEFT IN A BOX ON OUR DOORSTEP
October 2019 - As I opened the front door to go check on some of the critters, I found a covered box sitting at the door. Nobody had knocked. They must have parked along the road and quietly walked down the driveway to place the box at our door. Not the first time this has happened. Not even the dogs had barked. Opening the box, I was horrified to find a kitten, approximately 8-10 weeks old, in horrible condition. Looking at her lying motionless I assumed she was terribly sick or badly injured. When I gently picked her up I saw that her jaw was very crooked, and she looked even worse than I imagined. I loaded her into a carrier and called Pioneer Veterinary Clinic to tell them I was on my way.
When she was examined it was confirmed that her jaw was indeed broken, and had been so for some time, as the smell of infection had already set in.
Jingles was admitted to the hospital with the understanding that she would be on IV fluids and antibiotics for at least two days before surgery would be attempted.
After two days surgery was performed and it was determined that Jingles' jaw was broken in two places - once in the front and once in the back. She will be at home recovering for 8 weeks, eating only canned food, and will return at that time for another anesthetic to see how her bones are healing.
WE PROVIDE COMPANION ANIMALS TO RESIDENTS IN NURSING HOMES AND ADULT CARE FACILITIES! Daze of Camelot Animal Sanctuary has provided residents in adult care facilities and nursing homes with companion animals for several years. The facility contacts us and asks for a dog or cat for a particular resident. We do all the Vet care prior to them going to the facility, and also any Vet care that might be needed while the companion animal is living with his/her human companion. This is a great comfort to many of the residents as they are able to have their "own" critter for as long as they can. We try to provide elderly animals (which we specialize in!), and we also provide them with food if necessary. It is usually with tears of joy that they accept the companion animal into their room, life and hearts. We are very humbled to provide these residents that are in the last stages of their lives with constant companionship.
BUDDY - THEY WERE GOING TO SHOOT HIM
Mid March 2019 we received a call from a man asking if we had room for an older horse. He was being picked on by the other horses, who weren't allowing him to eat, and the man was going to shoot him. Although we were very crowded with horses, we felt we had to help this poor soul.
The following day we loaded up up the trailer and headed out to take a look. Although his picture doesn't really show his condition, this old man was very thin with all of his ribs showing. In addition to his tremendous weight loss, he was scarred from head to tail with bites from other horses, and deep cuts on all of his legs from being run through fences. We loaded him up and brought him home.
Unfortunately, putting him in with our other geldings proved unsuccessful, as they didn't allow him to eat. We moved him into an area that held an old mare, Bridgette, and they immediately formed a friendship. Buddy is a very gentle soul, and is enjoying being able to eat hay and senior grain without incident. It will take him awhile to regain his weight, but we are hoping to have that weight back on him before winter.
LOLA - THE 2 A.M. TEXT FOR HELP
The text came in at 2 a.m. March 31st. A woman had rescued a chihuahua 6 weeks earlier from a very bad situation, and the little dog was pregnant - very pregnant - and had been in labor for over 24 hours. After calling every vet in town, nobody would help her without payment in full, which was not a possibility. The little dog was her only pet and best friend and she she was frantic. Could we please help!
We explained that we are unable to help with medical bills for others as we don't have funds to do that, and asked her to text me a photo of the little dog, which she did. The little dog was HUGE with pups, and obviously miserable. I explained that the only way we could help was if she was willing to sign the dog over to us, and give up ownership. I also informed her that there was a good possibility that the pups were dead as she had been in labor for so long, and that without a Cesarean section she would likely die too. She immediately replied that the little dog had lived a terrible life, and she just wanted her to live. After calling our vet I texted her telling her to meet me in town asap. 15 minutes later we were loading Lola into my car with massive tears, and I headed to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic where Dr. Brown, the anesthesiologist, and vet tech had already arrived and were waiting. By 3:30 Lola was under anesthesia, and being prepped for surgery (photo), and then moved into surgery.
Lola had six puppies, with one blocking the canal which prevented her from being able to deliver. That pup was dead, and the vet tech and I worked furiously to revive the remaining five, at which point they were placed in the incubator. 45 minutes later Lola had been freed of her pups, spayed, and placed in the incubator with her babies. Although she was still quite drowsy she recognized that they were her babies, and reached a paw to them. A very shirt time after the pups were snuggled up and nursing, and by 6:30 a.m. I was headed home with Lola and her brood. As always, I cannot express my gratitude for Pioneer Veterinary Clinic, and their exceptional staff!!
Because of the very special bond between Lola and her rescuer we would like to return her to her "mom". But we cannot do that unless her surgical bill is paid in full.
Daze of Camelot Animal Sanctuary is a 501c3 non profit sanctuary for animals of all kinds. As of 2019 have been serving Moses Lake, WA and the surrounding communities for 24 years. WE DO NOT ADOPT OUT, and so receive little to no "income" from the critters that call us their forever home.Because of the type of animals that live here, elderly, abused and disabled - our medical expenses are very high, and we have always asked that all donations go DIRECTLY to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic. We receive ELDERLY, ABUSED AND DISABLED animals from Veterinarians and rescues all across the US, Hawaii and even Taiwan.
Won't you please help us pay for the surgery that saved the life of Lola and her babies. All donations are tax deductible and can be mailed or phoned in to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic, 827 Sharon Ave., Moses Lake, WA 98837, (509) 765-6794. No donation is too small!! Please share far and wide to help us pay for Lola's expenses AND return her to her rescuer.
****ORANGE - DESERTED IN THE DEAD OF WINTER****
.Orange came to Daze of Camelot Animal Sanctuary the beginning of March 2019. He was left behind to fend for himself when his family moved - in December. During the following 2 1/2 months he lived in sub zero temperatures here in Moses Lake. Two
neighbors fed him and put out a carrier for Orange to take cover in. We were called during the first week of March, and immediately went to his rescue. Although the wonderful neighbors fed him well, they were unable to bring him insidedue to other animals. Orange was not neutered, HAS NO TEETH AND WAS MATTED TO THE SKIN.
We immediately took him to Pioneer Veterinary Hospital where he was neutered and shaved. It was determined that he also had PNEUMONIA. He was matted so badly that he was put on pain meds for his skin after shaving, and of course antibiotics. In spite of all this, he is a VERY loving old man. He is inside, eating 2 cans of food plus crunchies every day, and taking his meds like a champ!If you would like to donate toward the care of Orange, please send or phone donations to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic, 827 Sharon Ave, Moses Lake, WA 98837 (509) 765-6794. No donation is too small and all donations are tax deductible. Thanks so much!
Tiny came to us in mid February 2019. Her human mom had passed away, and because her dad suffers from Parkinson's, he had to give Tiny up and move across the country to live with his daughter. Tiny had been adopted by her mom and dad 10 years ago after being attacked by a coyote - the huge scars of which she still bears on her back. Because she was very afraid, and elderly, she was deemed unadoptable. Tiny refused the slightest interaction for the first 10 days. Then, one evening, she simply jumped onto the couch - and it has been smooth sailing for Tiny ever since. Sometimes they just need compassion and time. We give them both. Welcome home Tiny!
****TINY - SHE JUST NEEDED TIME****
A VALENTINE FOR CHICO
We were contacted by the local shelter in February 2019 regarding a little Chihuahua whose elderly human had passed away. The family didn't want to keep the little old man, which is quite typical As he was having no luck being adopted locally he was transferred to Spokane, in hopes that that thathe would find a home there. But little Chico was so distraught that he was snapping at everyone, and was deemed unadoptable, and returned to Moses Lake.
When we brought Chico home he was indeed untouchable - but that has never stopped us! Within 24 hours he was on Dale's lap, snuggling and getting ear rubs. Thanks Grant County Animal Outreach for giving this little man another chance at life - with us!!!
LIL'BITS - HIT BY A CAR, AND LEFT FOR DEAD
Lil Bits came to us from a Washington shelter during the first week of October 2018. She had been hit by a car, and then taken to the shelter, who in turn took her to a Veterinarian. X-rays showed that she had a severely broken pelvis, and a badly broken leg.
Several days later Lil Bits came to us and we immediately took her to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic. Her x-rays were sent to a specialist for review due to her extreme injuries. Unfortunately, the news was not good. Because of the type of fracture on her rear leg, the surgery should have been done within a day or two of the accident. It was now too late.
Lil Bits is resting comfortably at our home, in a small cage, while we wait for her broken pelvis to heal over the following 6-8 weeks. She will never have normal mobility, and likely will be in pain off and on for her life - BUT she is a sweetheart and very loving.
We will be ordering her a mobility cart from Eddie's Wheels in the very near future, and will be running a GoFundMe to help pay for her existing medical bill and her wheelchair.
MISS MOLLY - DIAGNOSED WITH MEGAESOPHAGUS - NEEDS SPECIAL FEEDING CHAIR
Molly came to Daze of Camelot Animal Sanctuary about 4 years ago (2015) from a shelter in southern California. She had been used as a bait dog, and had been in the shelter for over a year. With the help of some wonderful people in California, Molly was shipped to us to live out her days. You will never find a sweeter girl!
Recently we noticed that every time Molly eats or drinks she vomits. She was losing a lot of weight.
Several days ago (January 2019) we took her to our Veterinarians at Pioneer Veterinary Clinic in Moses Lake. She is still there. Blood Panels and xrays were taken, and the xrays were sent to a radiologist. The news wasn't good. Molly has Megaesophagus - and pneumonia (from aspirating food and water into her lungs). I've read about megaesophagus over the years, but have never had a dog or cat with it.
Long story short, Molly cannot eat or drink without vomiting while in a normal standing position. She has to be standing upright on her back legs to eat or drink, and should remain in that position for about 10 minutes after eating or drinking.
There is a special chair called a Bailey Chair that patients can be put in to eat and drink, (which is somewhat like a high chair). We have reached out to a manufacturer of these special medical chairs to ask if they will donate one to our Molly. As most of you know, we do not adopt out, and so have little to no income from the critters that live here - elderly, abused and disabled.
Molly remains in the hospital on IV fluids, 2 different antibiotics, and other meds. The first order is to save her from the pneumonia.
Won't you please donate directly to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic, 827 Sharon Ave., Moses Lake, WA 98837 (509) 765-6794 to help us save Molly. The staff will notify us of your donation, and we will send you a tax deductible receipt. NO DONATION IS TOO SMALL. Thank you so much!
LITTLE HOPE - KICKED IN THE HEAD AND INTO THE ROAD
Hope is doing very good after having both eyes removed yesterday. She was brought to us last Thursday, July 26th, after someone saw a man kick her into the road. We didn't think she would live, but she is a fighter, and yesterday, July 31st, 2018 she had both eyes removed at Pioneer Veterinary Clinic. We brought her home that afternoon, and she was excitedly eating and drinking - and purring up a storm! She will be on antibiotics for the next 10 days, and pain meds for the next 3 days. Her stitches will be removed in 10 to 14 days.
The love and trust that these abused animals show after being so horribly abused by humans always amazes us.
The If you would like to donate toward her surgery please phone or mail ANY AMOUNT to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic, 827 Sharon Avenue, Moses Lake, WA 98837 (509) 765-6794 and tell them the donation is for Hope with Daze of Camelot Animal Sanctuary. All donations are tax deductible. Thank you so much, and please share!
Little Hope, after being kicked in the head and left for dead, and a few days later, after having both of her eyes removed.
***BUDDY - HIT BY A CAR AND LEFT FOR DEAD***
Buddy came to Daze of Camelot Animal Sanctuary in mid July 2018 when; he had been rescued after being hit by a car in Wenatchee, WA. Buddy suffered a broken jaw, crushed nasal cavity, torn retina in both eyes (which left him blind), and a gaping hole in the roof of his mouth.
When he came to us he was unable to eat very well, and as food entered the hole in the roof of his mouth it caused him to sneeze the food out of his nose. This also caused a tremendous sinus infection. Buddy was terrified of being held, in part because he was now blind, and in great discomfort.
His initial visit to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic in Moses Lake revealed the holes in his soft pallet AND hard pallet. His reconstructive surgery was scheduled for a week later. During that week he received antibiotics to help control the infection, and we fed him blended canned food, which he was able to lap up more easily than eating crunchy food. He continued to sneeze out his food as it entered the holes in the roof of his mouth, but it seemed less painful, and he was able to retain a fair amount of the blended food.
His surgery was July 20th, and he came home that evening. At this time Buddy is doing well. We are currently feeding him AD, and giving him antibiotics and pain meds through a feeding tube inserted in his neck which goes into his stomach. We have done this on numerous critters over the years, and it is a blessing to be able to feed them this way.
Buddy is expected to make a full recovery, although there is nothing we can do about his crushed nasal cavity at this time. He is beginning to trust us, and looks forward to spending evenings and mornings on the sofa, where he also receives his feedings.
Buddy's treatment was expensive, but we believe he is worth every penny! He is an absolute love!!
Buddy is healed and ready to start a new life! His nose will never be normal, but he is now able to eat and breath normally.
TILLEY - NOBODY KNEW SHE WAS DEAF
Tilley came to us by chance as I was heading for my car from work in early spring 2018. A passerby pointed her out to me as being lost. I was able to pick her up and head to my car, where I usually have a small carrier. She became agitated, but I was able to get her into the carrier and head home. Nobody knew at that time that Tilley was deaf. Nobody but Tilley.
We estimated Tilley to be about 6-7 months at the time. At first she resided in a large holding cage by our living room, where we could watch her and make sure she was healthy, and she could watch us. Although she didn’t seem to mind the cage she wasn’t comfortable being touched or held. And she didn’t respond to being talked to when she was awake or asleep.
The first “odd” thing we noticed was her meow - which wasn’t a meow at all, but an odd combination of a screech and a howl of distress. Major distress. Fearing that she was indeed in distress from being in the cage we released her to join the family.
She seemed to be most content basking in the sun in an upstairs window. Nevertheless, the intense screeching continued. Day and night.
There wasn’t a noise that bothered her, but touching her unannounced whether awake or asleep terrified her. This called for the old banging of the pot and spoon trick while she slept. Nothing. She was deaf.
Thus began the process of gaining her trust and becoming her friend. She hated being held, but I insisted on 30 seconds, then a minute - encouraging her with soft pets. Knowing that she was deaf I put my mouth to her ears and her neck and spoke to her so she could feel the vibrations. It stopped her in her tracks!
Tilley and I became closer and closer as I continued the routine. And then five weeks later it happened - she purred!! I can’t tell you how happy I was. I was happy that I had finally broken through, but most of all I was happy for Tilley. I don’t think she had ever purred before. I think she had lived a life of fear, never knowing love and probably being mistreated due to lack of understanding.
Now Tilley goes out of her way to find me and be held and petted. She snuggles into my face and waits for the vibrations of my voice on her ears and neck. And she is happy.
Oh, and the extreme screeching continues. Sometimes it is followed by the tiniest meow, sounding like a newborn kitten. I’m certain it is because she is deaf. But at least now we know, and understand.
SHABOOM - SWALLOWED A SEWING NEEDLE AND THREAD !
Shaboom came to us mid January 2018. She had the unfortunate experience of playing with a needle and thread at her guardian's home. The needle became stuck, and her guardian realized that her sewing needle had disappeared from her chair. She called us asking for help. Because we are not financially able to provide medical care for other people's animals, we asked her to sign over Shaboom to Daze of Camelot, which she did - with tears in her eyes.
We immediately took Shaboom to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic, and an hour later she was in
surgery having the needle and thread removed. The following day we did a GoFundMe to
try and cover the cost of the surgery. If we could do this, without having to add it to our
bill, we would be able to return Shaboom to her elderly owner. Later that evening we were
stunned to find that one wonderful person had donated the
entire cost of the surgery. The following day little Shaboom
was returned to her guardian! A total blessing for us, the
guardian, and Shaboom!
We have been greatly blessed over the years with donations to
help us care for our animals. This generosity was extended
this time to help us care for, and return, a helpless kitten to
her elderly guardian!
PHOENIX - LOST IN HER OWN WORLD
Phoenix came to us in October of 2017 from the Spokane, WA area. It is so hard to describe this precious little soul who is only 9 months old. When she was younger, her head was caught in a slamming door, and she suffered non reversible braid damage. When taken to a Vet, her owner was told that she had little chance of surviving. But with the love and care of the family's little girl - she did. But then hardship befell the family and they were forced to rehome her.
Phoenix circles and wanders aimlessly when on the ground, usually characteristic of blind animals. But our Vet says she isn't blind. When sleeping she twitches in a way that mimics seizures, but we don't think they are seizures. When you look into her eyes there is a lack of recognition - and yet she recognizes my voice and rises from her bed to immediately find me.
Phoenix has a strange attraction to water. Small water bowls are tipped over immediately as she insists on standing in them. She now has a large and very heavy metal pot which she still insists on standing in, but without tipping it over. In the middle of the night I can hear her in the bowl. Although she loves to be held, she will only sleep in her kitty bed on the floor. Comfort comes by tucking her head under her chest and forming a standing ball. We don't know how long Phoenix will choose to stay. Sometimes animals like this mercifully leave on their own. But there is no reason to euthanize her, as she appears comfortable with her disabilities.
My thoughts on this little waif: A very fragile soul is she that winds of fate have brought to me.
A Will O' The Wisp indeed. Lost in the depths of her world. I imagine her life as being seen through a haze. When awake she paces and circles endlessly...perhaps in search of the light. Perhaps in search of the dark. She is not blind - except to this world. Who knows what dreams pass through her when asleep. Memories of a more normal life - where butterflies flew, and flowers grew. Perhaps demons and wizards and dragons of olde. I pray that one day faeries will carry her off in her sleep. Over The Rainbow Bridge. To a world of love and peace.
Jasmine came to us in April of 2016 at the age of 15 years as her family was no longer able to care for her. She is a solitary kind of girl, and prefers to live alone, and so she lives in our bathroom.. Dale made her a wonderful wooden bed that sits under the window sill and rests on the bathroom counter. She loves her new life, and looks forward to a snuggle every evening.
A few days ago (November 2017) we noticed that Jasmine's lower jaw was swollen and she was having difficulty eating. We immediately took her to our Vet and discovered that she had a broken jaw!! We were in shock. On occasion she has experienced something that we now feel was small seizures. We think that she was sitting in her bed, or on the counter, had an episode, and fell to the floor. At 16 1/2 years of age her bones are quite fragile.
Jasmine had surgery the following morning to repair her broken jaw. We also ran blood work to prepare her for seizure meds. Jasmine has a "unique" personality, but we love her dearly.
If you would like to help with the cost of her surgery please send or phone a donation of ANY AMOUNT to:
Pioneer Veterinary Clinic
827 Sharon Avenue
Moses Lake, WA 98837
AMOS - LEFT ON OUR DOORSTEP WITH AN EXPLODING EYE !!!
We found Amos on our doorstep, in a carrier, early in the morning of January 2017. It isn't unusual for people to "dump" critters at our house in the middle of the night, especially if they have severe medical issues. Amos did. One of his eyes had exploded. We have no idea what happened to him, but we assume he got into a fight and his eye was damaged - but never taken care of.
An after hours (Sunday) visit to our Vet (Pioneer Veterinary Clinic) confirmed that his eye had indeed exploded, and needed to be removed. His surgery was quite lengthy and included being neutered and a badly needed dental. Amos spent two days in the hospital before coming home where he received extreme antibiotics along with pain medications for two weeks. Although he was quite thin at the time he arrived, the surgery and medications brought him back to good health and he is thriving.
***FOR THE LOVE OF CATERPILLAR***
October 23, 2013...As most of you know, Daze of Camelot Animal Sanctuary does not adopt out, thus we have little to no income from the animals. We care for the animals that come here for the rest of their lives. The expense is huge. But we wouldn't change a thing!
We often get calls asking us to help with medical expenses for someone else's pet, but we are not able to do that.
But then the call came in from a friend to say that she had run over her little boy's cat - Caterpillar. The little (almost) 4 year old had loved Caterpillar since the kitty was 8 weeks old. He had slung him over his shoulder, carried him under his arms, cradled him lovingly, and hauled him around their yard in the back of his "tractor". I have seen first hand the love that these two, boy and cat, have for each other. The only hope for saving Caterpillar was for us to step in. The family released ownership to us and Caterpillar was rushed to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic to receive the care he needed.
Caterpillar had a broken pelvis (which just requires kennel rest) and a severely broken back leg that required pinning. Although the surgery was successful he was not able to urinate on his own. Doctors were unable to insert a catheter, and so his urine was being drawn out by needle twice daily. Doctors hoped that this was the result of severe trauma, and that it would correct itself over time with rest and medication.
Every day I picked the young man up and took him to the hospital to visit his beloved kitty. The response was always the same - Caterpillar got up immediately, came to his little man, and they spent 30-45 minutes cuddling each other. Pretty remarkable for a little boy of his age.
Approximately 11 days after his initial injury we were devastated to learn that we would not be able to save Caterpillar. Although the pinning of his broken leg went well, he developed a urinary condition that required a specialist, and we were unable to provide the help needed to save him. This had to be one of the most heart wrenching events that we have experienced. I believe the photos pretty well tell the story.
***MACINE - STEPPED ON AT ONLY 5 WEEKS OF AGE!***
Little Macine came to us at the tender age of 5 weeks old from the Seattle area in January of 2012. When Macine's mother was hit be a car and killed, the owners gave little Macine to a faily with several children. After living there for only a few days, one of the youngest children stepped on Macine's head. For the next 24 hours the family tried desperately to help her, but she cried endlessly, couldn't eat, and developed a bubble on the top of her head that continued to get larger and larger.
When the family realized they weren't able to help her they called us, asking if we would consider bringing Macine to Daze of Camelot. Of course, we said "yes". Once here, we immediately too Macine to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic for an evaluation. The swelling was severe and it was uncertain if she would survive, and if so if she would be "normal". Macine received injections twice daily to help reduce the swelling, but there existed the possibility that she would become comatose, develop seizures, or not survive the injury. When put on the ground she walked in endless circles as do animals that are blind. We feared the worst for her eyesight, and possibly her mental status. As she seemed unable to eat or drink, her meals were prepared three times daily in a Vitamix and given to her through a syringe. During the first three weeks here she received all of her meals this way, and lived in our incubator. After this time Macine gradually became able to slurp down her "mush" from a bowl if she was held - otherwise she would fall into it. This means of eating continued for several more weeks before she was able to stand on her own at her bowl.
At this point we felt that little Macine was ready to graduate from the incubator into a playpen. When we moved her into her "new room" we also offered her crunchy puppy food and a bowl of water. It only took a few days for Macine to rise to the task and begin eating like a big girl! She continued to live in her playpen for some time, but was allowed to run around the house with the other dogs when we were present to watch her. She seemed quite normal in most ways, but really enjoyed walking on her front feet with her back end up in the air!
Several years later, Macine remains a beloved member of our family, enjoying her full freedom with her "brothers and sisters" in the living room. She will never be "normal", but is so very dear to our hearts. She looks forward to her lap time snuggles every morning and evening, where she curls up and sleeps.
TEN YEAR OLD BASIL WAS THROWN AWAY BECAUSE HE IS DEAF
Gentle Basil was thrown away by his owners in 2017 because he is old and deaf. He sat in a Spokane, WA shelter, waiting for a miracle. Then it came. He was adopted. But his miracle didn't last very long. Once his new adopter realized he was deaf he was returned to the shelter. Basil had been thrown away twice - once by his original family, and then by his new family.
When we first met Basil he still had hope. In spite of being let down by several people in his life he still had a wag in his tail and hope in his eyes. But we knew, as did the shelter, that he had little hope of finding a forever home.
His age and the fact that he is deaf were not in his favor. But when we went to meet him we knew - we knew that he would fit in perfectly at Daze of Camelot. And so, on this wintery day in January of 2017 Basil climbed into our car for the two hour trip home. He was very nervous, but eventually settled into a much needed sleep. His new dog exam the following day revealed that he also has a fatty tumor. Not serious, but at his age it needs to be watched closely.
Basil is a mellow old man who still has some spunk in his step. Welcome home Basil !!
***SISSY - RECEIVED A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY WHILE OWNERS WERE AWAY***
April 2010 - Adorable Sissy weighed in at just over 3 pounds. All was wonderful in Sissy's life until her family went of vacation for a week, and she was left in the care of someone else. Nobody knows what happened to Sissy, but when her family arrived home she was stretched out on the floor having seizures. Rushing her to the only Vet that was able to squeeze her in for an appointment, she was misdiagnosed and given damaging medications.
When Sissy came to us she was having constant seizures that lasted a mere 5-10 seconds. When she stood she was terrible unstable, and would stumble around until she found a corner, where she immediately became "stuck" - unable to back out. She was unable to eat kibble, as it would fall from her mouth - and if not held carefully above the bowl she would fall into the water, nose first. During all of this she would fall to her side, or onto her back, and have another short seizure.
We took Sissy immediately to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic where all symptoms pointed to an injury to her brain - perhaps from falling or being kicked. From past experience with this type of injury we knew that she needed to be isolated from the other animals in a small area, where her only option was to receive minimal activity. A small area was arranged for her where we could keep a constant watch on this precious little girl. Over the next few days Sissy spent the majority of her time sleeping, remaining awake for a mere 2 hours each day. During her time awake she continued to get stuck in the only corners she had access to, and continued having seizures. It was time for another trip to the doctor.
Once it was determined that we were seeing the continuation of seizures and her apparent inability to focus her attention, eat normally, or stay awake it was decided that we would try administering anti seizure medication. Within 2 days the seizures that were tormenting Sissy completely disappeared AND she began to remain awake throughout the day. And although we continued having to hold her during feedings, she was able to eat and drink her food without much difficulty.
Not knowing how much damage her brain received from the constant seizures, we wouldn't know for quite some time what the full extend of her recovery would be. She remained a very loving little girl, trying her darndest to return to a normal life.
We continued to care for little Sissy for several years. The other critters here realized how fragile she was, and were always extremely gentle with her. She passed peacefully after some time, but left a definite impression in our hearts. We will see you at The Bridge Sissy!
POPCORN WAS THROWN AWAY AT HER GREATEST TIME OF NEED !!!
Won't you please donate to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic and help us help the animals.
Popcorn is a soulful little girl, whose eyes were asking for help.
Little Popcorn came to us from a Washington shelter in 2016, where she had been thrown away at the tender age 0f 12 years. The first thing you noticed when you walked into a room with Popcorn was the horrible smell. Shelter staff said that she is unable to eat anything but very soft canned food. A quick trip to the Vet confirmed that the odor was indeed coming from her mouth. Every tooth in this little girl's mouth was rotten and causing her extreme discomfort - not only when she eats, but constantly.
In addition to needing ALL of her teeth removed, Popcorn had several mammary tumors that needed to be removed. Once she recovered from her surgeries Popcorn settled in quickly, and enjoys eating, drinking, and sleeping her days away!
PILOTS AND PAWS BRING HUGH TO MOSES LAKE
Pilots and Paws delivered another elderly dog to us in July 2016 from a high kill shelter in Southern California. Hugh was brought to us at the Moses Lake airport after being transported by 3 separate pilots from Southern California to Moses Lake. The final leg of his flights was provided by Dr. Lynn Harbinson, a Veterinarian and pilot from Richland, WA. She flew to Medford, Oregon to pick him up from the second pilot, and then brought him to us in Moses Lake. It was a journey of several hours for Dr. Harbinson and her daughter, but they arrived smiling.
Pilots and Paws is an organization of private pilots who use their aircraft to transport animals across the United States to rescues and sanctuaries that have agreed to take them. The journey from Death Row to Freedom is usually accomplished by numerous stops to transfer the animal from one pilot to another. THERE IS NO FEE FOR THIS TRANSPORT. The pilots do this for their love of animals and their desire to help save lives.
Hugh was taken to a high kill shelter in the Los Angeles area by his owner because he was too old to be needed any more. He came to us blind and deaf, but in good health. A scenario that we see all too often. But the shelter staff loved him so much that they asked a local rescuer to try to find him a home. We were called, and the search was on to find transport. Hugh is the third dog brought to us by Pilots and Paws.
GARY - 9 MONTHS OLD, TWO RUPTURED EYEBALLS AND SEIZURES
Gary came to Daze of Camelot just before Christmas 2015. He was the loving companion of a 10 year old boy and 7 year old girl. Their mom found Gary when he was just 8 weeks old. His eyes were infected and he was sick when they found him. Although they applied medication to his eyes in an attempt to heal them, they only got worse, and eventually ruptured, leaving Gary blind. Unfortunately he continued to have infections in his eyes, which they were unable to treat.
And then, a few weeks before Christmas, Gary began to have seizures. Nasty seizures. That's when they called us. Of course we were happy to accept Gary into our family, and he immediately got along with the other kitties here.
The day he arrived was his first visit our Vet, where he received his prescription to control seizures and a complete examination. Once his seizure meds were leveled out and we were sure they were under control he was able to undergo surgery to remove what was left of his eyes. This surgery also prevented Gary from suffering from further eye infections.
All Better !
One question that we asked, as did some at our Vet office was "who names a cat Gary?". Well we certainly didn't have the answer, but one of the ladies at the clinic gave as good an explanation as we could think of...Gary is the little snail on Sponge Bob Square Pants cartoons. As his companion children were 7 and 10 years old we thought it made perfect sense!
The cost for Gary's surgery was extreme. These are the types of surgeries, daily medications for life, and treatments that we encounter all the time. Won't you please make a contribution in ANY amount directly to our Veterinary bill at Pioneer Veterinary Clinic in Moses Lake? (509) 765-6794 All donations are tax deductible. Thank you so much from the animals at Daze of Camelot Animal Sanctuary!
AS WE DO NOT ADOPT OUT THE ANIMALS THAT COME TO LIVE HERE WE HAVE NO "INCOME" FROM THEM. YOUR DONATIONS IN ANY AMOUNT MADE DIRECTLY TO PIONEER VETERINARY CLINIC ENABLE US TO CONTINUE TO HELP THE ANIMALS. WON'T YOU PLEASE PHONE IN A TAX DEDUCTIBLE DONATION IN ANY AMOUNT TO (509) 765-6794 OR BY MAIL TO PIONEER VETERINARY CLINIC - 827 SHARON AVE., MOSES LAKE, WA 98837. THANK YOU!!
It was a hot Saturday afternoon in July of 2012 when we received a call that there was a horse wandering in the desert a few miles from us. After getting direction for the location we headed out in the truck to take a look. An hour after searching the area offered no sign of the horse, so we stopped at a few area homes to gather more information. We were told that the horse had been loose for about 2 weeks, and that nobody could get close enough to touch it. Several of the locals had called the shelter, but apparently any attempts to rescue the horse were unsuccessful. We headed home, wondering if the horse was still alive. Temperatures had been in the upper 90's for almost a week, and there were no ponds to drink from.
MUNCHKIN - LEFT IN THE DESERT TO DIE
The following day we decided to drive once again to the area. Pulling into a turnout along the dirt road, we searched the landscape for signs of life. Soon, a head popped up from behind the crest of a hill. It HAD to be the horse in question! The horse was moving in our direction, but was no doubt unaware of our presence. Dale climbed quietly out of the truck, halter tucked behind his back. and moved forward about 100 feet. As the horse had not yet seen him, it continued to move in his direction, and didn't seem to see Dale until almost upon him. Dale spent the next hour or more talking to an moving closer to the horse. Each time he was within arms length the mare would simply take a few steps away. She was indeed very
emaciated, and looked longingly at the canal which ran through
the area. With steep concrete banks and deep, fast moving water,
it would mean sure death if she tried to get a drink.
After several hours of Dale trying to befriend her, we needed to come up with a better plan. Remembering that one local said the horse came every evening for carrots left on the ground, and that they had a fenced yard behind their house, we began herding her
to the house and into the back yard. Another hour and Dale was able to get close enough to get a
rope around her neck, and ultimately put a halter on her. At this point it was obvious that she had never had a halter on, nor had she been led by a rope. As Dale calmed her, I moved the trailer to the area so we could attempt to load her up....attempt !
The next 45 minutes was comprised of numerous attempts and methods of loading her into the trailer. On the final attempt she reared up and hit her head on the trailer, leaving a deep gash. We immediately called out large animal Vet, Dr. Sruti Sreerama of Moses Lake Veterinary Clinic, for an emergency visit where we stood, knowing that the horse would need sutures, and a sedative to continue. Once at our location she did a thorough exam, sutured the wound, and remarked how "lucky" the horse was to be alive in the heat we had been having. As the newly named "Munchkin" was still quite drowsy from the sedative used for suturing the wound, we decided to use it to our advantage to try to once again load her into the trailer. This time we were successful, and once the sedative wore off we headed home.
We later learned that someone had taken her into the desert and dumped her in 100 degree weather with no food or water to die because they didn't want her any longer. It took almost a year for Munchkin to trust us enough to let us touch and pet her. Today Munch is a beloved member of our family and enjoys being brushed, having her hooves trimmed by our farrier, and sharing a small pasture area with her little sidekick Ella.
DANGLES - FOUND AT THE COLLEGE WITH A LEG BARELY ATTACHED
We were called to the college to rescue this little girl in November 2017. Her leg was hanging
by a thread. We immediately took her to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic where she was taken right
in to surgery. Doctors think she was caught in a fan belt, and her leg was amputated. They
said that she had been like this for a while as the wound was full of maggots. I just can't imagine the pain she must have been in. We named her Dangles, as her leg was dangling and all bones were exposed.
When nobody claimed this little girl we brought her home, BUT we found her a wonderful home immediately. She is now a very pampered indoor girl, with several "sisters" to share her love with, a new name, and a wonderful human mom!!
MELO - 10 MONTHS OLD - NEPHROTIC SYNDROME
Little Melo was on Death Row in Southern California when he was rescued and brought to Washington in May 2016 by Ginger's Pet Rescue in Seattle. Although he should have weighed 12-14 pounds little Melo weighed a mere 6 1/2 pounds. We headed to Seattle, where Ginger gave little Melo to us to care for.
We immediately took Melo to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic for a complete exam due to his extreme weight loss, in spite of his excellent appetite, and constant coughing. Melo was skin and bones. X-rays showed that he was suffering from pneumonia, and blood work showed that there might be another problem. We took him home with antibiotics, and waited for him to start gaining weight. It didn't happen. Returning to the Vet a few days later, we ran more blood work and urine samples. Two days later the results were in...
Unfortunately, little Melo suffers from a rare kidney disorder called Nephrotic Syndrome. There is no cure for this, we can only treat the symptoms for the rest of his life..
Melo is now an extremely active and happy little man. Because we don't know if Melo was born with this condition or developed it sometime during his short 10 months - we don't know how much time he has with us, as the expected lifespan for this condition is 1-2 years.
In the meantime Melo is having a ball and certainly enjoying life. When his condition worsens we will not let him suffer, but will be with him at the Vet as we set him free and send him off to Rainbow Bridge.
PEARL - TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY
Little Pearl came to us from another rescuer in October 2015. The rescuer was unable to place her in a new home due to her "odd" behavior. She found the little dog listed on Craig's List - which is probably the most horrific place to list any animal needing a new home - especially dogs and cats! At any rate, she picked the dog up and brought her home. After a couple days watching this little girl she was certain that the dog could not be adopted out to a new home. And she called us.
When we arrived to pick her up she sat calmly in her little cage. We loaded her up in the car and headed home. That was the easy part...
After arriving home we placed the cage on the floor and opened the door - inviting Pearl into her new home. While laying down, she immediately threw her head back and began snarling and barking viciously! Each time we spoke to her or moved toward her she returned to this frenzied state, never facing us, but always throwing her head backwards. We had honestly never seen anything like this before. We considered the possibility of seizures - but we have had many seizure dogs and this did not resemble anything like the
seizures we had seen in the past. And so we decided the best course of action was to leave her cage door open and allow her to proceed at her own pace. Each time we passed by we spoke to her softly and offered a hand to smell, which resulted in the same reaction. But later that evening we noticed that she had allowed Kringle, one of our disabled cats with a deformed lower jaw, into her kennel. Pearl had accepted a friend.
Over the next couple days Pearl began to venture out of her kennel, even allowing us to come close to her. Sometimes this occurred without incident, and other times she assumed the old stance - throwing her head back while snapping and growling. She slowly began allowing us to touch her, while she sat patiently, as long as we didn't make any sudden moves.
We will never know what happened to little Pearl in the past, only that she was extremely lucky to be found on Craig's List by another rescuer. If she had been picked up by someone else or taken to a shelter it probably would have been the end of her story. We knew that her safe haven will always be in her kennel, but we hope that Pearl will learn to trust us over time and allow us to hold her and cuddle her. At this point in time we believe she received a traumatic brain injury by being hit or beaten. Or possibly she had been given street drugs. Whatever the cause, she will be loved and cared for in our home for as long as she lives.
Pearl is a tiny girl, and we believe there is a soul longing to be loved inside.
TIFFANY - OUR SECOND PARALYZED, WHEELCHAIR DOG FROM TAIWAN
Tiffany came to us during the summer of 2015. Just like Marvel (shown further down the web site), she came from Taiwan, is paralyzed in her hind quarters, and had a wheelchair from Eddie's Wheels.
Tiffany was very timid when she first arrived here. No doubt she wasn't sure what her destiny would be. Dogs are regularly trapped and butchered for food in Taiwan. Often they are chased with machetes by locals, for food, and are killed or receive horrific injuries. Animal Rescue Team Taiwan (ARTT) rescues as many of these poor creatures as possible, treats them with the best medical care they have, and then sends them to a rescue in the United States. They are indeed a blessing to the dogs of the region.
Unfortunately the veterinary care in Taiwan is not as good as that in the US, and most of the dogs need further, extensive care, once they arrive in the States, as did Marvel. Tiffany is beyond surgical help to restore her ability to walk. But she does have feeling in her hind legs, and needs to receive physical therapy to help ease her discomfort. It took Tiffany a few months to feel comfortable in her new home, but she became a loved, and loving member of our family, enjoying ear and neck rubs daily.
BABY - DESERTED IN 102 DEGREE WEATHER
Little Baby came to Daze of Camelot Animal Sanctuary mid June 2015 after being found by a caring person, wandering in the country in 102 degree weather. They took her into their home and sent out inquiries, looking for her owner - but of course nobody showed up to claim her.
Realizing that they were unable to care for her extreme medical needs they contacted us asking if we would take her. Of course we said yes.
We immediately took Baby to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic where she was promptly admitted, awaiting surgery the following morning for the massive mammary tumor. During surgery it was discovered that Baby had two other mammary tumors needing removal and that she needed to
be spayed. All tumors were removed, she was spayed, and treated for a slight ear infection. It is believed that little Baby was a breeder - constantly being bred for the sale of her puppies. When her mammary tumor became so large that she was unable to produce and feed puppies, she lost her .
usefulness. And was let loose out in the country to fend for herself. Because Baby was too young, and now healthy, to stay at Daze of Camelot we asked our Veterinarians to look for a home for her - where she could spend her remaining days being loved and cherished. Something she had likely not experienced in her brief 7 years.
We do not adopt out animals that come to us, and receive no money or other compensation if we are able to place them in a home of their own, The surgery that saved Baby's life and enabled her to look forward to a loving, healthy life cost $796. Because we do not adopt out or have "income" from the animals here, we rely on donations to continue helping Baby and other elderly, abused and disabled animals that come here. Won't you please help us to help them! All donations should be sent directly to our Veterinary Clinic:
Pioneer Veterinary Clinic
827 Sharon Avenue
Moses Lake, WA 98837
NO DONATION IS TOO SMALL - AND ALL DONATIONS ARE TAX DEDUCTIBLE. THANK YOU SO MUCH!
REINDEER - LEFT UNATTENDED FOR TOO LONG
When the call came in August of 2011 that Reindeer was in desperate need of rescue from the Coeur d'Alene, Idaho area we really didn't expect to find her in the condition that she was in. We were told that her hooves were seriously overgrown, but we have rescued foundered horses in that condition several times over the years. Treatment usually takes a year or more, as our farrier slowly trims the hooves twice monthly until the horse can walk without pain, then regain a somewhat normal life. But it didn't appear that Reindeer's treatment would be that easy.
Unfortunately Reindeer's feet had been uncared for over such a long period of time that it might have caused malformation of the leg bones, AND she was only 5 years old!! Her hoof trimming began immediately, and we awaited results of x-rays to assess the bone damage. But, through all of this sweet Reindeer was trying to trust us, which was a huge step after being allowed to suffer s much at the hands of humans. In addition to her other problems Reindeer was terribly thin.
The initial examination of Reindeer showed that there was far more damage than we anticipated to her feet. Not only were her feet in serious condition - all 4 feet - but also the first 3 joints of all 4 legs. She was in extreme pain. But we were giving her daily pain medication to help. The initial visit by the farrier was unsuccessful. We next had to schedule a hoof trim to be
done at the Veterinarian office, where they would lay her down with a total anesthetic. This was necessary as she was unable to stand with one foot being held for trimming.
Katie Merwick of Second Chance Ranch in Elma, WA stepped forward to graciously help Reindeer. Katie sent her special farrier to Moses Lake to treat Reindeer. After having a Vet anesthetize her, he spent several hours AND THREE DIFFERENT SAWS cutting away at
Reindeer's hooves. It was absolutely incredible to watch. The farrier anticipated that it would take her 2-3 months to recuperate, having to retrain her tendons and muscles into their new positions. BUT...the following day Reindeer was not only up and moving well, but asking to be with the other horses.
Stephanie and Karen, two wonderful women in Moses Lake that are friends with Katie, offered to take Reindeer under their protective wings, and give her a foster home. Once relocated to their home she was also renamed - Pixie!! Pixie was greatly loved by Stephanie and Karen and will never again have to fear for her safety or her health.
TAFFY - A LESSON IN SKIN CANCER FROM THE SUN
Having been in rescue since 1996, we still find there is a lot to learn. When Taffy came to us in January of 2009 she was a healthy girl of about 1 year of age. Being much happier outdoors she soon became an outside cat. When Taffy's nose began to blister and get crusty during the summer of 2013 we took her to our Vet. It was at that time we learned two things: first - Taffy had skin cancer on her nose; second - this is not uncommon in animals of all types that are white. As a result of learning this Taffy immediately came inside for the remainder of the summer, which didn't exactly please her, but it was necessary due to the extreme summer heat in the desert of Eastern Washington. We tried to appease her dislike for the indoors by letting her outside for a few weeks at a time during the overcast winter months, but brought her inside again in the spring - where she
impatiently waited for winters. As the years passed it was interesting to watch little pieces of her nose actually fall off. It didn't seem to bother her very often, but when it did we took her to the Vet for antibiotic treatments. Taffy passed away in the summer of 2017. Because of Taffy we learned a very valuable lesson about white animals - dogs, cats, horses. The sun is not their friend. We have since had white horses suffer from skin cancer too. When warned about the dangers of being in the sun - please take it seriously. Skin cancer is a real threat from over exposure. Rest in Peace little Taffy. We loved you dearly !
JASPER - RESCUED FROM THE FIGHTING RINGS OF SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA
Jasper (Jazzy Boy) came to us from Southern California in late 2008. His spirit was warm
and loving, but he was unable to join one of our packs because he was rescued from a fighting ring in Southern California. He was used as a "bait dog". He came to us with scars from the wounds he received from other dogs. Because he had been used as a bait dog he was very aggressive if in the same area as another dog. He was used to trying to defend himself. Jasper enjoyed his own area of the yard, separated from the other dogs by a chain link fence, so they were able to "visit" through the fence. He loved to run loose on the back acre and chase the illusive Rock Chucks.
After almost 4 years here we were finally able to let Jazzy Boy enter into his own "pack". He had learned to trust the dogs on the other side of the fence, and spent his final years playing and enjoying life with his "friends".
MARVEL - BEATEN BY HIS OWNER HE SUFFERED TWO BROKEN LEGS
Marvel came to us in August of 2013 from Taiwan, with both of his rear legs broken. Well, let's say that they had been broken some time earlier, and had healed, but they had healed incorrectly. We were told he had been beaten by his owner, and was close to death when he was found. The people that rescued him took him to Animal
Rescue Team Taiwan (ARTT) where he was nursed back to health, but both of his rear legs remained broken - and "healed" in their broken format. ARTT contacted Ginger's Pet Rescue in Seattle, WA who in turn contacted us, asking if we would accept Marvel. One week later we picked him up at SeaTac International Airport from his long flight from Taiwan. We were met by Taiwanese dignitaries that thanked us profusely for taking Marvel into our care. Needless to say, we were shocked and thrilled at their interest in little Marvel.
As you can see in the photo, one of his legs healed completely straight, without the ability to bend. This made it extremely difficult for Marvel to walk, as he had to negotiate dragging that leg beneath his belly. To make matters even worse, the remaining rear leg had healed in such a way that the only was Marvel was able to use it for walking was to push himself along with it - but he did. As you can imagine, this made it quite difficult when it came to walking, but also sitting and sleeping.
Marvel maintained a gloriously happy spirit in spite of his circumstances.
After radio graphs and examination at Pioneer Veterinary Clinic were completed it was determined that there would be no "fixing" the leg that wouldn't move. The bone was actually
twisted in the shoulder socket - and was set that way. And so the decision was made to amputate that leg, ($1,500)and then center on fixing the remaining broken leg. I was able to sit in on this surgery, and I must say it was quite involved because of the way the bone was twisted into the socket.
And although it was a lengthy surgery, the leg was successfully removed and Marvel returned home with us the following morning. A new man - well, little man.
One week after the amputation we took Marvel to physical therapy for an assessment of the remaining broken back leg. Our hope was that even though the broken bone had "healed", physical therapy would .
enable him to walk on the leg in a more normal fashion. Unfortunately, that wasn't the way it turned out. The doctors and Physical Therapist at Pioneer Veterinary Clinic suggested we contact an orthopedic surgeon regarding having the leg re-broken and set properly. We were heartbroken as the cost for this surgery would be about $3,500.
As always, we had Faith that we would somehow be able to help Marvel regain a somewhat normal lifestyle, and be able to play with the other dogs, which he wanted to do so badly. But for the time being his closest playmates remained Thomas and Little Duder - his beloved cat friends. His spirit remained unbroken, and he refused to have a bad day.
Marvel did in fact receive the second surgery, which unfortunately didn't give him the hoped for full use of his remaining rear leg. But as always his spirit remained strong and happy! Marvel is such a wonderful example to all of us in the ability to rebound from very unfortunate experiences
in life. In winter of 2017 he has been joined with a pack of his own for several years and loves playing and frolicking outside.
CHIEF - 7 MONTH OLD GERMAN SHEPARD PUP - BLIND, CRYPTORCHID AND HIP DYSPLASIA
Chief is a wonderful, pure bred German Shepard who was purchased by his past owners from a local puppy mill. Many of the
pups died from Parvo Virus shortly after they were adopted out we were told. Luckily for Chief his new family took him directly to a Vet for vaccinations, even though the breeders told them he had been vaccinated. And so Chief had a good start on life thanks to his new family. But as Chief began to grow they noticed he was having a lot of trouble walking, and was beginning to bump into things. X-rays showed that he had hip dysplasia - which would have been passed on from his mother and father. Responsible breeders will not breed dogs with this disorder. Unfortunately, puppy mill breeders are not concerned about the welfare of their breeding dogs, or the puppies that are born and sold - their only interest is the money these poor dogs make for them.
As Chief grew bigger his visits to the Vet also revealed that he is going blind from hereditary issues, and that he is Cryptorchid - he has one testicle that never dropped. Although his family wanted to get him neutered the cost was too high due to his condition. His family soon came to the conclusion that they were no longer able to care for Chief due to his increasing medical needs. They were devastated. In mid March 2015 they asked us to bring Chief to Daze of Camelot to live out his life. Chief has been neutered and receives pain medication for his hip dysplasia. He doesn't do well with too many other dogs as they tend to pick on him, but he has his own little pack of three dogs which he enjoys.
GIDEON - FOUND WANDERING THE STREETS ON A WINTER NIGHT
It was November 2014 when little Gideon was picked up by the Police in a local town, wandering the streets at night time in 20 degree weather. They took Gideon to the local shelter where he was warmed up and fed. The little old man sat in a cage for a few days - but nobody came to look for him. That's when we were called. And Gideon came to his final home - with us. We immediately took him to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic where a Senior Blood Panel test was drawn. Gideon was thin, and a little confused, but he was old. The doctor estimated Gideon's age at about 15 years. He was blind in one eye from cataracts, deaf, and looking for a lap to sit in. We took him home, where he found his spot on the rug, and then later that evening in our laps. The following morning Gideon's blood work came back, and it wasn't good. He was in severe kidney failure. Kidney failure isn't like liver failure. There isn't a magic pill you can take to remedy the diagnosis. Gideon spent the following 2 or 3 months with us, warm and comfortable, and most importantly - loved. When it was time to set Gideon free from this world we took
him to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic, and held him close while they helped him to gently slip from this world to Rainbow Bridge. We know that Gideon's family threw him away. Turned him outside in 20 degree weather at 15 years of age. We see this all too often. In his final days Gideon was once again with humans that cared about him. That loved him. We are hoping to see him at The Bridge when it is our time to Cross Over!
***SPOT...RESCUED FROM A KILL PEN***
It was a rainy day in April 2014 when we headed some 150 miles southwest to the "local" kill pen. The are horse auction had closed several months earlier, leaving owners of unwanted horses little options as to their "disposal". Once able to sell these horses at auction, they were left with the miserable choice of selling to kill buyers - who shipped the horses across country to slaughter houses. An ugly proposition, but at this point in time their only option. Horses were for sale from the kill buyer, if you were willing to drive the distance, and arrived before they were shipped out. We were asked by a friend to accompany them to help pick out and trailer a horse for their kids.
Once we arrived we faced the gut wrenching task of walking through the pens, inspecting the sometimes beautiful horses, and deciding who would be the "lucky" soul to come away from this hell hole. A daunting task to say the least. To the left, in a separate pen was a sad, sick, and absolutely miserable gelding. He appeared to have either dislocated or broken his left rear leg or hip.
The kill buyer told us that he came from an owner that had fed him NOTHING BUT STRAW ALL WINTER, and he hadn't shipped him out yet for two reasons: he was too weak to make the long trip across country in a trailer full of horses - and he had a seemingly urgent will to live. He offered to give us the horse at no charge. We immediately knew that this poor horse, with green runny nose, questionable health, and sad eyes was coming home with us. We didn't know if he would live, but we did know that he wasn't going to die in the kill pen. We immediately named him Spot, for his glorious markings.
Once home we called our large animal Veterinarian, Dr. Sruti Sreerama at Moses Lake Veterinary Clinic, who came out to examine Spot. We were instructed as to the dosage of penicillin he needed to receive, and xrays were taken of his leg and hip in hopes of determining if it was dislocated or broken. It was neither. The deformity was caused from an old injury, and there was nothing that could be done to reverse the damage. Spot would continue to limp. We didn't mind. He was safe, and he would be loved.
Over the following weeks Spot recovered from his respiratory infection, received all of his vaccinations, and was able to be integrated into a small area with a couple horses for friends. His coat began to soften and shine, and he absolutely loved being brushed. He knew that he was loved. An then one morning when Dale went out to feed before work, he found Spot dead. He had died during the night, lying down next to his food. We assumed he had a heart attack. It was a shock to both of us, as Spot had seemingly been doing so well.
Although the loss of Spot wore heavily on our hearts, we were comforted in knowing that he didn't die in the kill penwhere nobody cared. He spent his final weeks knowing that he was loved, eating good hay and grain, and being able to have a comfortable last home.
BUSTER - THROWN AWAY AT 12 YEARS OF AGE BECAUSE OF HIS COUGH
Buster came to us in March of 2015. His owners were tired of listening to him cough. Buster was suffering from congestive heart failure, and a collapsing trachea. Either one of those conditions alone is enough to cause the little man to cough, but when you put them both together it increases the coughing. Buster was on medication when he cane to us, but the sound of his coughing was more than his owners were willing to listen to. Buster was a very mellow boy and very mild mannered. He did cough a lot, but we always have at least one with congestive heart failure or a collapsing trachea, and so Buster fit right in! His favorite spot was on the back of a chair, where he
. could observe others without being disturbed. Buster received a desperately needed dental cleaning. Many people don't realize that badly infected teeth only worsen a heart condition. Buster was indeed relieved to spend his last days on the back of a chair, surrounded by his brother and sister family dogs, and humans that loved him in spite of his cough!
RUDY - OUR 2017 CHRISTMAS MIRACLE
Every year, right before Christmas, we try to look for a critter that needs a "Christmas Miracle". This yea nobody seemed to have one - which of course was wonderful ! But then, a few days after Christmas we received a call from a local shelter. Rudy had lost one of his guardians about a month before Christmas, and his second guardian passed at Christmas.
At 12 years of age his adoption options were going to be difficult, but to make it worse he was so terribly depressed that he simply laid in his bed in the shelter dog run, not eating and not interacting. His ability to be adopted was looking pretty bleak.
We rushed down to pick him up and bring him home. As soon as we introduced him to his little pack his tail began wagging, and he started playing. When dinner was served he dove right in! Sometimes your "miracles" don't happen exactly when expected. Be patient and wait. When the time is right they will happen! Just ask Rudy!
WHEN YOUR DOG GROWS OLD
What do you do when your dog grows old? When his feet are tired and the pads are worn? When your words of praise are muffled in his ears, and his eyes are milky from their year of use? When his face is grizzled and his color isn't as vibrant?
You love him.
You rub the feet that dutifully carried him by your side. You speak your praises more loudly, so everybody else can hear the words that he can't. You guide him the way he has guided you, and prevent him from getting lost, as you were before he came along. You kiss his muzzle and admire the wisdom that has beset him in his later years.
And when it comes time to put him to his final rest, knowing that an irreplaceable part of your heart will follow him, you will do so knowing that you loved him.
And he loved you more.
***IN MEMORY OF FRANK CONCHA...1948 - 2004...***
It was the middle of summer, 2004, when the sheriff's office contacted us for help rescuing a llama that had been abandoned in the desert, to the best of their knowledge about 9 months earlier - 30 miles from here. With a borrowed trailer in tow we made the trip, and after only a couple hours of coaxing we got "Ranger" lose enough to halter, simply by showing him water. Living in an abandoned junk yard of cars and trash Ranger's only companions had been 2 dogs - a small brown mix breed that was covered with porcupine quills, and a smaller black dog that headed into the desert each time she saw our vehicle approaching.
We took the llama home, and made the 30 mile trek twice every day in hopes of rescuing the dogs also. Twice each day amounted to 120 miles per day, and the cost of gasoline was going up.
On about the fifth day, over a period of 5 hours, Dale sat on the dirt and inched his way closer and closer to the brown dog, talking to her constantly, as she growled continuously. As night fell, the coyotes were closing in, and miraculously when Dale was about 2 feet from her, the brown dog simply came over and sat next to him! We took "Shasta" immediately to our Vet to have the quills removed. That left just the little black dog, who was somewhere in the desert.
We put a live trap in the area on the second day, but there was no sign that anyone had come near it. Each time we approached the area we could see the little black dog running away, and disappearing into the desert.
During this week a friend of ours, Frank Concha, was killed in an automobile accident. It was Sunday now, and we went to Frank's memorial services, and then we headed out, one last time, to check the live trap, and to pick it up and take it home. We had driven 1200 miles in the past 10 days checking the trap for the little black dog … 60 miles every morning before work, and 60 miles every evening after work. We couldn't afford another day.
As we dropped down the hill leading to the area all I could think to do was to ask Frank to help us. Frank loved animals, but could never have any due to severe allergies and illnesses. "Please Frank, today is the last day, and this little dog will be in the desert all alone, t the mercy of the coyotes." It was hopeless and we both knew it. With tears in both of our eyes, we turned onto the dirt road and slowly approached the area. It was the little dog's last chance at being rescued.
We pulled up next to the old junker car and inched forward, little by little. Neither of us could bear to see the empty trap, knowing that we had to pick it up today and go home empty handed. And then the cage was in sight. And inside the cage sat a terrified little black dog!!! We both cried with delight and disbelief! We got out of the truck, jumping and crying and laughing in disbelief. If the poor little dog hadn't been scared before, our hysterical behavior would have surely sent her running! It took us 10 days and 1200 miles, but we had her!
We gingerly picked up the live trap and loaded her into the back seat of the truck. Then we showed her the photo of Frank that we had in the truck from the memorial service that we had just come from, and let her know that this was the picture of her Guardian Angel.
After going through a myriad of names that were derived from Frank's name, we finally settled on the most obvious for the little dog..."Concha". We are sure that she is actually Shasta's pup and that she had never seen human's before, but was born in the desert during the past winter.
Sadly, "Ranger", the llama didn't survive. He was too far gone when we rescued him. But he did live long enough to know that he was cared for, and he died with us holding him in our arms. "Shasta" instantly became so attached to Dale that they were almost inseperable. And "Concha" took just about one year to get to the point that she would willingly come to us, and enjoy being scratched. Both Shasta and Concha have a fear of other humans that will probably never subside. But they have learned to trust us, and to live with the other residents at the sanctuary, including sleeping in the bedroom with us every night. Thank you Frank. We would never have been able to rescue "Concha" had you not reached down from the arms of God to help us.
***BUDDY - BROKEN BACK BUT NOT BROKEN SPIRIT!***
April 2009. When the State Patrol called for our help rescuing a dog that had been hit by a car on the highway, we didn't know what to expect. We were told that it didn't look good - but that by no means slowed us down. The officer told us that there was a person willing to transport the dog half way to Moses Lake, which would cut down on the time required to reach our Vet. (Pioneer Veterinary Clinic) When we met the transporter, Buddy was carefully transferred from their car to ours in preparation for the second half of the trip. The transporters were three college students heading back to the coast for spring vacation. Mind you, these weren't just ordinary "kids", they sat on the highway around Buddy, to protect him from being hit again by oncoming cars - none of which did so much as to slow down or offer assistance. No doubt, their sitting on the highway increased the speed with which the State Patrol responded!!
Having called ahead to advise our Veterinarians of the situation, the staff was waiting outside with a stretcher and gurney when we arrived. The initial examination showed that Buddy had no feeling in his back legs - not a good sign. Our immediate thought turned to the possibility of a broken or severed spine. That would mean the very worst.
X-rays revealed no breaks in the spine, and everyone's hopes were raised. During the next few hours at the Clinic the college students kept in constant contact with us, and appeared genuinely concerned about Buddy's condition. The following 24 hours saw Buddy resting comfortably in a kennel at Pioneer Veterinary Hospital, hoping for a change in the condition of his back legs. But it didn't happen. We took him home and arranged him on a Kuranda Bed in the living room, where he contentedly remained for the next two weeks, being fed and medicated, and having his bladder expressed three times daily as he had no muscle tone allowing him to urinate on his own. As time progressed, Buddy became increasingly eager to join the rest of the
family in moving around the house. And then, one morning, we woke to find that he had gotten off of his bed, and was dragging himself happily around the living room, with a large smile on his face.
Later that day we arranged Buddy on one of the carts that had been donated to us in years past. Although it looked terribly uncomfortable, Buddy began to move around the room with ease, and seemed genuinely pleased with himself. At that point we knew that Buddy was going to be around for a long, long time - and we knew that he needed a "wheelchair" of his own. An email was sent to Eddie's Wheels in Massachusetts, along with the necessary measurements to order Buddy his own wheels. We have always used Eddie's Wheels for our disabled dogs as their mission to aid paralyzed animals comes straight from the heart.
Sadly, Buddy's time with us was short. After several months of living happily and comfortably with his disability, his paralysis began to spread higher, and it was necessary to set him free. But the time we spent together will always be cherished - from watching
him dash around the yard on his wheels, to removing the wheels, putting on his life jacket, and taking him for a swim in the lake. Not for a moment do we regret making the decision to save his life. Buddy was an inspiration to us, and to all that met him. Thank you Buddy, we miss you and will always love you!
***SPECIAL NEEDS RESIDENT - GRACIE***
Gracie was brought to us by the Benton Franklin Humane Society in June of 2006 when she was about 8 weeks old, in need of a forever home. As you can see, her front legs don't work too well for walking, but she was blessed with extra large back legs and an extra toe on each back foot. Some might think that Gracie has a disability, but don't ell her that! She thinks that everyone sits like this!
***SPECIAL NEEDS RESIDENT - WEEBLE WOBBLE***
Weeble was brought to us by Spokanimal in 2006, whose employees believed he deserved a chance at life despite his inability to walk normally. Weeble has a neurological problem called Cerebellar Hypoplasia which can be caused by panleukopenia infection prior to birth, or injury, poisoning or improper development in the uterus, or from vaccinating a pregnant mother cat. Once the symptoms are seen they usually don't get any worse, and as the cat ages they learn to compensate, and live very normal lives.
Weeble has a very difficult time waling, and THIS Weeble wobbles, but he DOES fall down. It doesn't dampen his spirits though, because he just tries again and again until he gets where he want to go. He is a wonderful role model for proving that you can do just about anything if you put your mind to it. Weeble came to us at the age of 5 months. At the time he arrived we had 3 other kitties affected by CH - Boomerang, Tumbleweed and Thumper. All 4 respond well to physical therapy, and love to play outside (under close supervision).
Unfortunately, we are unable to exercise them outdoors during the cold months of the year. Because of their inability to walk with coordination, these cats require special litter boxes, and constant litter box cleaning. These CH kitties are an absolute joy to be around. They show an enormous amount of love, and are quite entertaining to watch as they interact with each other!!!
***SPECIAL NEEDS RESIDENT - HELEN KELLER***
We found Helen in a pet store in 1999. She was cowering in the back of the cage, and looked both terrified and lost. When we picked her up, she was nothing but bones. The pet store owner was happy to give her to us at no cost, telling us that the owner had brought her in unable to keep her...Lucky cat!!! Upon taking Helen home and putting her down, she wandered aimlessly, slinking here and there. The following morning we found her tucked away inside the bottom of a reclining chair - terrified. It didn't take long for us to realize that Helen was both blind and deaf. In addition, several of her teeth were broken off at the gum line - an indication that she had been hit, or thrown by a human. WE fixed Helen abed on a table in the kitchen, and another in the laundry room on the dryer, with her food on the washer, and a litter box connecting the two. Now, 7 years later, Helen has never once stepped down onto the floor from the safety of her two beds. She loves to be held, but is terrified of the floor. At approximately 17 years old, Helen is secure in the knowledge that she will never have to fear for her safety again.
***SPECIAL NEEDS RESIDENT - DRAGGIN' DRAGON***
Dragon came to us in June 2006 from the local Humane Society. Although his back legs and hindquarters didn't work, he had such a loving nature that they asked us to see if we could help him. X-rays didn't indicate trauma from an injury, and so we began physical therapy consisting of 45 minutes per evening on the lawn, coaxing Dragon to drag himself to us. We had no idea if he would regain any feeling in his tail, which appeared to have none, or if he would ever be able to use his hind legs again. But after a couple weeks we could see Dragon's attitude change for the positive, and with it came his increased attempts to move those back legs around. One main obstacle was his tail - always covered with feces, and often getting stuck under a hind
leg and weighing him down. Six weeks later we were excited to see that Dragon was not only beginning to lift his tail somewhat, but he was lifting his back legs under himself and sitting up! He even stood on them, if only briefly, which he could not do six weeks earlier. With these great improvements we decided it was time to amputate most of his tail to help keep him clean and prevent his tail from weighing him down when it got under his legs. We didn't know if Draggin' Dragon would ever become "Strollin' Dragon", but each small improvement he made seemed to lift his spirits - and ours! Once again one of our disabled residents showed us how positive thinking, time, and understanding can change a situation and an outlook. Thanks Dragon!!
***SPECIAL NEEDS RESIDENT...BOB***
Bob wandered into the yard in 2003, appeared to be about 4 years old, and was happy to become one of the farm cats. A solemn kind of guy, he was always available for a back scratch, but seldom smiled. One day one of the farm cats died, and Bob became horribly grief stricken. He refused to eat and began losing weight rapidly. Our Veterinarians at Pioneer Veterinary Clinic were unable to find anything wrong with Bob - except depression. He remained in the hospital for several weeks, requiring fluids, force feeding and extra love.
When Bob began to improve we brought him home, and he became
not only an indoor cat, but he immediately appointed himself caretaker of the sick and disabled animals that lived inside. When a new dog or cat came to the sanctuary Bob immediately took them under his paw, and washed and comforted them. He took his self appointed job very seriously. Bob continued his position as caretaker until his passing in 2017. He is greatly missed.
***SPECIAL NEEDS RESIDENT...ANGEL***
Angel was brought to us by Cat Tales Zoological Park in Spokane, Washington during the first week of December 2007 Someone had left a box along the road with Angel and her brother inside - to fend for themselves in temperatures well below freezing. A passerby noticed that the cats had gotten out of the box, and one had been hit and killed by a car. The remaining cat, Angel, was still alive. When this person picked her up they noticed that Angel did not look like your ordinary cat in ANY way. She appeared to have no ears, she had a short, thick tail and her front and back kegs appeared to be very thick also. Believing her to be a Bobcat kitten, they took her to Cat Tales Zoological Park in Spokane.
Her tiny ears, appearing to be folded down were not a deformity, but they told us that she was a Scottish Fold. Unfortunately, the rest of her deformities were not typical, or normal, for ANY breed of cat.
X-rays showed that Angel's back appeared to be fused, which prevented her from reaching around to clean herself. Her little legs were also fused, and would not bend. They were quite short, and very, very thick.
The good news was that Angel had a wonderful, loving personality, and definitely had a will to live! She loved to be held and cuddled, and would wolf down any food that was in front of her. Angel was able to go up and down our stairs, and loved to sit on the carpet and check out her surroundings.
Our Vets were totally fascinated with Angel - none of them having seen this condition before. They researched books to try and find a clue to her condition. They did believe though that her condition was progressive - meaning that her condition would only get worse. Although Angel lived with us for several years, the doctors were right - and we eventually had to set Angel free when her condition caused uncontrollable discomfort. Angel was definitely one of God's special creatures!
CARMEN - SHOT IN THE HEAD
Carmen came to us in 2009 from Grant County Animal Outreach in Moses Lake, Washington. She was a gentle soul and very loving. When you first looked at her, the problem was not noticeable - not until you got little closer - or watched her trying to eat.
On closer look you could see that her bottom jaw stuck out awkwardly to the left. Watching her eat you would see her head buried in her bowl of food, but on closer look it was apparent that she was pushing the food into the right side of her mouth with her paw. The paw was stained brown
from food pushed into her mouth over an unknown period of time. Chewing of crunchy food was impossible for Carmen. As with all newcomers to the sanctuary, Carmen made a trip to our Vet shortly after she arrived.
After a clean bill of health she was off to the back for an X-ray of her jaw, which showed that Carmen had no bone whatsoever on her lower right jaw! Although we had been hoping for a "simple" broken jaw that could be wired until healed, there was no bone to wire, or, or hold her jaw in place. Carmen was in need of surgical placement of a metal plate that would replace the missing bone. With such a surgery she would be able to once again eat normally and chew her food. The cost of surgery - $2,000. Surgery was completed with the help of donations, and Carmen lived a comfortable and far more normal life!
***STOCKTON - BROKEN LEG AND PELVIS, PARALYZED BACK LEGS***
Stockton was brought to Daze of Camelot in April 2007 from Bakersfield, California. He had been hit by a car, which left him with a broken rear leg, broken pelvis, and paralyzed hind legs, BUT all of that didn't slow Stockton down one little bit. Although he dragged his back legs behind him, he moved faster than the speed of light - with a smile on his face the whole time! Although Stockton arrived with wheelchair, it was not made to his specific measurements, and was actually quite
dangerous for him to be in as it tipped over. We immediately ordered a custom made cart of his own from Eddie's Wheels in Massachusetts. These carts are expensive, but in our opinion they are the very best and safest ones made! Stockton's new wheelchair enabled him to run like the wind. Stockton and Buddy could be seen trekking through the waterfront park in their wheels, heading for the water, where they could cool off in the lake, wheels off and lifejackets on - mobile again!
Oh, shame on the Mothers of mortals
Who did not stop to teach
Of the sorrow that lies
In those dear dumb eyes
Of the sorrow that has no speech
For the same Force formed the camel
that fashioned man and King,
And the God of the whole, gave a spark of soul
To each furred and feathered thing
THE SOUL IS THE SAME IN ALL LIVING CREATURES, ALTHOUGH THE BODY OF EACH IS DIFFERENT
JUNEAU - A SHELTIE BREEDER CHOOSES LIFE OVER EUTHANASIA FOR A BLIND AND DEAF PUPPY
Meet Juneau - the little Sheltie that was born blind and deaf to a Washington breeder. Most breeders choose to put down a dog like this. But in this case the breeder decided to give the little dog a chance, and at 3 months of age he was found by Nicole (Sams) Bailey, who had three Shelties of her own. Because Nicole wasn't able to accept another dog into her house at the time, she began looking for a forever home for this little guy. That's where we came in. One phone call and two weeks later Juneau walked through our doors, and stole our hearts. This was one very special little man, and that became more and more evident every day!
One of our first stops after Juneau's arrival was to get tags made for his collar. While in the store, one lady was almost in tears while looking at Juneau. We asked why she looked so sad, and her reply was that she felt sorry for Juneau. As she touched him, his tail began to wag, and then of course came the puppy kisses. His first accomplishment was to show that there was no reason to feel sorry for him. He might be blind and deaf, but he is alive, happy, and functioning as well as a dog with sight and hearing.
After all, Juneau has never been able to hear and he has never been able to see. He doesn't even know that he is "disabled".
Thus began Juneau's journey with Daze of Camelot as AMBASSADOR OF GOODWILL AND CHAMPION OF THE DISABLED!!!
Juneau spent many years sitting with us at supply drives, and visiting schools, to help educate children about the true value of life - whether you are "disabled" - or not!
KATE - RESCUED FROM A PUPPY MILL
It was the middle of the summer 2008 when we read an add in the local Nickel Saver for Miniature Aussie's for sale in a small local town. Because we had recently participated in the rescue of a large number of miniature Aussie's from a large puppy mill in another local town we felt compelled check out the situation .
Upon arrival we saw numerous dogs of all ages living in deplorable conditions. The dog that was advertised for sale was living with one of her pups underneath the home. They were fenced in with chicken wire, no food or water in sight.
We agreed to buy the dog, and asked if we could also buy her one remaining pup. The answer was yes. It is not uncommon for rescuers to purchase animals from owners to get them out of bad situations. We paid the fee, and went to the car the get the crates for transport. As we set them on the ground, the owner stepped over the fence and grabbed the older female by her back legs, and picked her up - upside down - climbed back out of the small area, and handed her to us by her back legs!!! Holding back the horror, we loaded her up while he did the same with her smaller pup.
We fell in love with the momma dog immediately and named her Kate. We gave her pup to a good friend who loved her and raised her for years. Both dogs were spayed immediately - which we always do when we rescue an animal.
Once we got home we notified the authorities that did the rescue and arrest of the previous puppy mill that we participated in, and the situation was taken care of.
August of 2018 finds Kate in good health, and 15 years old, whose favorite spot is on the couch. We don't know how much longer she will be with us, but we do know, as does she, how much she is loved!
BUBBY AND BOO
Bubby and Boo were two brothers that came to us from Spokane, WA after their mom passed away from cancer, and her husband was no longer able to care for them. They were quite old at the time, but lived here happily for about three years. Bubby passed away first, and a few short months later Boo joined his brother at Rainbow Bridge. They were loving companions to each other, and to their mom who died. We are sure there was a glorious reunion of the three at The Bridge!
CHARLOTTE - SAVED FROM A FIGHTING RING
Charlotte came to Daze of Camelot Animal Sanctuary from southern California in 2009 after she had been rescued from a fighting ring, and was being used as a bait dog.
Bait dogs are often very mellow and loving to humans, as was the case with Charlotte. Unfortunately they cannot be placed in an area with other dogs as they have been so traumatized by other dogs.
FINN - BLIND AND WONDERFUL !!
Finn was a wonderful boy that came to live with us after being rescued by an Australian Shepard rescue on the west coast.
As you can see from his photo, Finn was born without any eyes. True to the nature of most animals though, this didn't slow him down one bit. Finn eventually developed seizures that were not able to be controlled by medication, and we had to set him free.
We are confident that we will see Finn again at Rainbow Bridge when it is our turn to cross over!!! See you on the other side Finn!!
Annabella came to Daze of Camelot Animal Sanctuary from an elderly resident at a senior living facility in 2013.
Annabelle had been suffering from a "bad eye" for about a year. Her owner had been cleaning it out with alcohol every day for a year. OUCH!
We immediately took Annabelle to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic where it was determined that her eye needed to be removed. After her surgery Annabelle seemed to feel wonderful, and five years later she is old, but doing great!!!
AMELIA - LIVED UNDER A STAIRCASE AND USED FOR BREEDING
Little Amelia is a French Bulldog that came to us in about 2012. She was found in a home by another rescuer that was visiting the home on a non related incident.
When the rescuer heard whimpering from behind a door under the staircase she inquired who was under there. Amelia had been living under the staircase, with door closed, for an undetermined length of time. This is where she had been bred, and raised puppies over and over and over again- for years.
With a cleft pallet and cleft lip since birth, her owners had simply bred her to produce and sell puppies her entire life. The rescuer that found her bought Amelia to get her out of her horrible life, and brought her to Daze of Camelot. She has urinary incontinence also due to the amount of puppies she has been made to produce over her lifetime under the stairs, but she is an absolute doll, and as of August 2018 is getting old, but doing great
I AM AN ANIMAL RESCUER
I am an Animal Rescuer
My job is to assist God's creatures
I was born with the need to fulfill their needs.
I take in new family members without plan, thought, or selection
I have bought dog food with my last dime
I have patted a mangy head with a bare hand
I have hugged someone vicious and afraid
I have fallen in love a thousand times
And I have cried into the fur of a lifeless body.
I notice those lost at the road side
And my heart aches
I will hand raised a field mouse
And make friends with a vulture
I know of no creature unworthy of my time.
I want to live forever if there aren't animals in Heaven
But I believe there are.
Why would God make something so perfect and leave it behind.
We may be masters of the animals
But the animals have mastered themselves
Something people still haven't learned.
War and abuse makes me hurt for the world
But a rescue that makes the news gives me hope for mankind
We are a quiet but determined army
And making a difference every day.
There is nothing more necessary than warming an orphan
Nothing more rewarding than saving a life
No higher recognition than watching them thrive
There is no greater joy than seeing a baby play
Who only days ago was too weak to eat.
I am an Animal Rescuer
My work is never done
My home is never quiet
My wallet is always empty
But my heart is always full.
In the game of life, we have already won.
Written from the heart by Annette King-Tucker
Wild Heart Ranch Wildlife Rescue
***THE TALE OF THOMAS THE TRAVELLER - A Story About Trust***
It was the first of March 2005, when we were called about a cat that had been hit by a car on the freeway. With supplies always in the car, we headed to the spot where "Thomas" lay - a FERAL cat with what turned out to be a broken front leg, a broken back leg, broken pelvis, broken lower jaw, AND a fractured skull...
He was easy to spot because of his orange tabby colors - BUT - he had managed to crawl far enough off of the road to wedge himself under the immense roller of an asphalt roller. With heavy leather gloves, a can of cat food, a large cat carrier, and a net in hand we began inching our way toward him, talking softly, and trying to comfort and assure him.
As we got closer it was obvious that he was covered in blood. This didn't look good at all. He did manage to muster up the energy to hiss fiercely at us, but we had no choice but to continue. If the heavy machinery operator returned, the cat would be flattened like a pancake. We were able to net him and immediately put him in the carrier. He was not a happy boy!
The following weeks consisted of blending cat food to a liquid consistency that we fed through a syringe., along with water and antibiotics given the same way. It was obvious that he hated us, but his instinct for survival gave him no choice but to allow the proceedings. Each time we neared the kennel he would hiss a warning, but allowed us to proceed. Unable to stand up or walk, we had to change his rug twice daily - to which he endured excruciating pain.
As days turned into weeks "Thomas" began to accept us as caretakers and stopped hissing. Shortly thereafter he became depressed, not wanting to be fed or receive water. We decided it was time for a change.
We brought Thomas into the living room so he could watch the everyday indoor routine. The change was rapid, as was his improvement. Soon he was beginning to attempt eating on his own - still requiring all food to be blended - but at least it was in a bowl. A week or so later we introduced a litter box into his space, and within a few days he was using it! We ha reached a major milestone!
Thomas was able to move at his own pace, and didn't have to endure being picked up. Three months later Thomas was purring, perked up when his food was served, and actually enjoyed being held. His front leg was still badly broken though, and needed to be amputated. His rear leg and jaw healed nicely, as did his pelvis.
With mutual trust and endurance of all involved, Thomas returned to a normal life - with one exception - he remained an indoor cat.
Thomas remained an extremely loved member of our family until spring of 2018 when he crossed over Rainbow Bridge. We believe he was about 16 years old at the time. We are sure we will see him again when it is our time to cross the Bridge.
***A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH - PEARL***
Pearl came to us in 2007 as a "fear biter" - meaning a dog that growls and tries to bite anybody that attempts to touch it. These dogs are typically considered unadoptable by shelters, but in many cases this fear of humans comes from abuse - especially in small, yappy dogs. Given time and understanding, most will become wonderful, loving companions to those who are willing to spend the time to help the dog work through their fear.
At first Pearl was untouchable. She sat in her bed day in, and day out - only getting up to potty on puppy pads, or to see if anyone left food in their bowl. Even attempting to get close to her caused her to go into a defensive mode. As the weeks passed Pearl allowed us to OCCASIONALLY pet her and pick her up. But we noticed that she was constantly squatting and trying to go pee. A trip to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic revealed that she had a massive bladder stone.
Surgery was scheduled and we assured Pearl that she would feel like a new girl very soon!
Upon performing the surgery the doctors found that Pearl did not have small bladder stones - but instead had ONE LARGE STONE - THE SIZE AND SHAPE OF HER BLADDER!!!
No wonder this little girl was in a bad mood! The difference in Pearl's attitude was visible immediately. The day after she came home, Pearl was up and moving and looking pretty pleased about it. A week later she was socializing with the other small dogs, going up and down the stairs, and was excited to go outside. Once again we were reminded that so many of these "untouchables" have valid reasons for being grouchy - reasons that can be overcome with time, understanding, and sometimes medical attention.
"People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life ---like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?
The four year old continued, "Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay a long".
SARCOPTIC MANGE - a nasty word when you are dealing with ANY dog, but this poor "OLD MAN" had old age to battle also.
When we found this little man our first thought was to have him euthanized. His face was totally bald, red, and just plain painful looking. His legs and feet were covered with what appeared to be a crust that was about 1/4 inch thick. He looked miserable, and he felt miserable.
As it was the weekend, we decided to take him home for observation, then to our Vet during the week.
As Old Man settled in, we noticed that he ate quite well drank water, and seemed to move without too much discomfort - a real plus for someone that was obviously an "Ancient One". By the time the weekend was over we were on a mission to cure, rather than to euthanize. But the news from the Vet wasn't good - Sarcoptic Mange … bottom line ... contagious to our other dogs.
We arrived home from the Vet with several medications for Old Man. Next, it was upstairs for a long bath. We could see his relief as we lathered him up and rinsed him off. BUT...to our horror we noticed that the "crust" that covered his legs and feet was softening and turning to mush! A quick rub with the fingers showed that this mush was able to be easily removed. Forty five minutes Old Man was visibly relieved, and we had almost 2 cups of skin the consistency of oatmeal.
After three weeks of bathing him three times a week and medicating Old Man he was a new dog!
CHERISHED GOLDEN YEARS - THE "ANCIENT ONES"
Far too often elderly and middle aged dogs are "thrown away" by their owners. They are dumped on the streets or in the country, far from their home, or take to a shelter where their chances of being adopted by a loving family are very slim. Most often this is the end of the line for these dogs. During these advanced years when they should be living in peace with the family that they love, they are instead left to die among strangers, not understanding what they did wrong, and why their family doesn't want them any longer. Often these elderly dogs require daily medication, and they need additional love and understanding. It isn't always an easy task to help them It isn't always cheap. But if you have ever come to the rescue of an elderly dog in need of a home that will love and understand them, then you know how truly rewarding this act of kindness can be. One of our goals is to help some of these elderly dogs know that they ARE loved and needed when they
cross that threshold to Rainbow Bridge. Perhaps when you are in a shelter, looking for a new companion, you will see an "Ancient One" looking for someone to spend their remaining time with. Some people are afraid to take an elderly dog into their life because they don't want to get too attached to an animal that won't be around long. I admit that it can be difficult, but the love that is returned to you far surpasses the short time together!!!
PRAYER OF A STRAY
Dear God, please send me somebody who'll care! I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair. My body is aching, it's so racked with pain. And Dear God, I pray as I run in the rain, that someone will love me and give me a home, a warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone.
My last owner tied me all day in the yard. Sometimes with no water, and God, that was hard. So I chewed my leash God, and I ran away - to rummage in garbage and live as a stray. But now God I'm tired, and hungry and cold...And I'm oh so afraid that I'll never grow old.
They've chased me with sticks, hit me with stones, while I run the streets just looking for bones. I'm not really Bad God, please help if you can, for I have become just another "victim of man".
I'm wormy Dear God, and I'm ridden with fleas, and all that I ever wanted was an owner to please. If you find one for me God I'll try to be good, I won't chew their shoes, and I'll do as I should.
I'll love them, protect them, and try to obey, when they tell me to sit, to lie down or to stay! I don't think I'll make it too long on my own, cause I'm getting so weak and I'm oh so alone.
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry, cause I'm so afraid God, that I'm gonna die. I've got so much love, and devotion to give, that I should be given a new chance to live.
So Dear God please, oh please answer my prayer, and send me to somebody who really will care...that is Dear God - if You really are there. John Quealy
***PORCH-A --- ALIVE AND WELL***
Porch-a (pronounced Porsche) is alive and well. We hope that this message gets to his past owners...
June - The long, cold, white winter had finally passed and the warm weather had set in for the upcoming summer. As I pulled into the driveway and up to the house I noticed a black and white cat sitting in a small amount of shade on the front porch. Not unusual - except for the swarm of flies hovering around the cat's head. As I climbed out of the car the cat didn't move. Not a good sign. Rushing over to investigate I saw an old cat carrier with wood chips on the bottom sitting at the front door - with the kennel door open.
As I picked him up I noticed that he had dirt crusted onto his feet and about his body. His third eyelids were up, he smelled terrible, and he didn't look well at all. Even so, he immediately began purring, and pulled himself to my shoulder where he nuzzled his head under my chin. I immediately loaded him into a carrier and we headed to Pioneer Vet, with a phone call to let them know we were on our way. When we arrived they had a room ready for us. Taking him out of the carrier he again went right for my shoulder, purring as though nothing was wrong. What a sweetheart!!
It wasn't until I put him on the exam table and the doctor began to examine him that I realized the full extent (or so I thought) of his injuries. All too soon it became apparent that his lower lip had been torn away from the bone, and hung loosely, about 1 & 1/2 inches, down his neck. The doctor explained the operation required to fix this, and off they went to surgery. But he needed a name. We had to have something to call him when he woke up. We decided quickly on Porch-A, as we found him on the porch. A short time later the Clinic called to tell us that Porch-a's lip surgery was
going well, but it appeared that he also had a broken jaw, AND a cleft pallet. I didn't realize this, but the cleft pallet is a hole in the roof of the mouth. Apparently he had been born with it.
Every time he ate some of the food would escape into that hole, and then into his nasal cavity, creating both discomfort and a breeding spot for bacteria. In addition, he was covered with both fleas and ticks. In the process of digesting all this information, I decided that it would be far easier to feed this little guy through a tube inserted in his neck and running into his stomach, than trying to force food into a mouth that was sure to be so terribly sore!
Porch-a came through the surgery with flying colors, and was ready to come back to Daze of Camelot, and the comfort and safety of a kennel in the living room . H received his nourishment through the tube running into his stomach until he was able to eat on his own - approximately 3 months. Meanwhile, he went to the Vet every three days to have the bandage around his neck changed. The bandage held the feeding tube in place, and the area must be kept clean.
AS WE DO NOT ADOPT OUT THE ANIMALS THAT COME TO LIVE HERE WE HAVE NO "INCOME" FROM THEM. YOUR DONATIONS IN ANY AMOUNT MADE DIRECTLY TO PIONEER VETERINARY CLINIC
ENABLE US TO DO WHAT WE DO TO HELP ANIMALS. ALL DONATIONS ARE TAX DEDUCTIBLE. WON'T YOU PLEASE CALL IN A DONATION TO (509) 765-6794. THANK YOU SO MUCH!
QUINCY...DEAD DOG WALKING
Meet Quincy, a timid little man with wags in his tail and kisses for your hand. But when his tongue comes out to lick, you might notice a horrendous odor … from his mouth. His little boy looks demand a smile and a kind petting of his soft white fur. But as your hand runs down his back it's difficult to miss the bones that protrude from his back. He hasn't eaten for some time now. Maybe a nibble here and a nibble there, but not a meal that would fill his empty tummy. It's hard to know why his humans threw him away. Perhaps he lost his cute little puppy looks. Maybe it was because he wasn't eating and they thought he was sick, but couldn't afford to take him to a Vet. Maybe, as is too often the case, they just got tired of having him around. Whatever the reason, he was taken to an eastern Washington shelter and left there - alone.
The person that brought Quincy to us in 2009 said he had been there for several weeks and appeared to be depressed. Go figure.
It didn't take long to realize that the terrible odor that followed Quincy was coming from his mouth. It was also that terrible odor that had caused him to loose so much weight...but it didn't stop his yearning for love! But knowing that the smell was coming from his mouth, and taking a look at the problem were two different things indeed. Simply touching his lips caused him to recoil in pain, but once we were able to sneak a look, we were taken aback. Inside his mouth were rotten teeth, blood red gums, and a tongue that had been partially eaten away by simply resting against the tarter buildup. We began antibiotics immediately, but Quincy was going to need a dental immediately - or he would die.
His "dental" turned into an emergency 2 1/2 hour surgery, in which every one of his 26 teeth had to be removed. Quincy's teeth had been rotten for so long, that the infection had moved into his bone, eaten it's way through to his nasal cavity, puss was running from his gums, and a portion of his tongue had been eaten away by the tartar. We weren't sure if the little man was even strong enough to survive the anesthetic and surgery, but his will to live, and the expert care of our Veterinarians at Pioneer Veterinary Clinic brought him through. After a lengthy and heart wrenching surgery which include the removal of all teeth, IV fluids, IV antibiotics, sutures - and lots of prayers, Quincy was moved to an incubator to raise his body temperature after being in surgery for so long. But he was alive.
We brought Quincy home a few hours later, tucked him into soft and warm blankets in a kennel, and let him know how much we loved him. It didn't take long before he was sipping from a bowl of water, and gently licking at Prescription Diet AD.
The first week after Quincy's surgery he gained a full 2 pounds!!! This little man was eating like there was no tomorrow. For those of you who aren't familiar with toothless dogs, they are able to eat both crunchy and wet food, just as they did when they still had teeth. Needless to say, Quincy enjoyed eating both!!
Those of you that are familiar with our little sanctuary know that we do not adopt out animals. We care for the elderly, abused and disable - and once they come to us they are with us for the rest of their lives. Because we don't adopt out, the only "income" from the animals that call this place home is from donations. And we have always asked that all donations go directly to our Veterinarians at Pioneer Veterinary Clinic. It is only because of donations that we are able to save little lives such as Quincy's. The surgery that saved Quincy's life cost $1,135. Won't you please call in a donation of ANY amount to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic at (509) 765-6794. Thank you so much!
"PI"...BLIND, NEUROLOGICAL ISSUES, PROLAPSING RECTUM - just to name a few issues!
Pi (pronounced Pae) is a tiny little girl, who at first glance appears quite normal. But taking time to watch her you will notice the nonchalant head movement from side to side, which appear as almost a twitch. Speaking her name will cause her to look directly at you, offering a quiet "meow" in response.
Her eyes appear to be normal, but they aren't. Nobody is sure why she doesn't see, but her neurological issues lean to a head trauma in the past. In addition to being blind, her tail fell limp behind her, and had no feeling. She also suffered from a prolapsing rectum. Pi was taken to a Vet on the East Coast by her humans, who requested that she be euthanized, but they refused to do so, and asked that Pi be signed over and released to them.
Many Veterinarians will not euthanize an animal that remains in good health despite it's disabilities. Pi was lucky enough to have been taken to one such doctor.
Instead, her tail was amputated, rectum "attended to", and she was off to a foster home. Shortly thereafter we were contacted, Pi was put on Alaska Airlines, and came to Daze of Camelot to live out her life.
She does have one odd neurological issue - she runs in circles as fast as she can, meowing wildly as she does. When touched she will flop down for a moment and allow a pet or two - but then she is up and circling once again. This will last up to ten minutes. We have found that dogs who were born blind have the same circling routine, but it can be stopped by a touch of the hand or a command, but Pi simply spins until she can spin no more! But the long and short of it is that Pi captured our hearts with her innocent looks and her purrrfectly wonderful attitude toward life. We were very blessed to have her come into our lives!
MAXIMILLIAN - OUR DELIGHTFUL DAYS WITH A DOGO ARGENTINO!
Long Ago And Far, Far Away (well, not THAT far and it was 2007) we came upon this wonderful guy in a local shelter. Weighing in at around 130 pounds, it seemed that he was just too large for anyone to want as a companion. Nobody seemed to know what breed of dog Max was until two sisters at the shelter did some research and figured out that this handsome boy was a Dogo Argentino.
The shelter was reluctant to release him to us, as they felt there was surely a home waiting for him - somewhere. Our concern was that Max would fall into the wrong hands - and be bought as a fighting dog, or a bait dog. We filled out the papers and bought Max.
After bringing Max home it quickly became obvious that he was anything but a fighter. He was the most loving mass of muscle that you could imagine. We set out on the computer to learn all we could about Dogo's. It appears that Dogo Argentino's were bred for hunting LARGE cats. Max did indeed have an affinity for our cats. We have dogs that cannot be around cats - but none this large and powerful. Taking Max outside involved a VERY short leash and Dale walking him down the stairs, as he tried to happily lunge at any visible cats.
After several months it became obvious that this was not the best situation for Max OR for us. We set out with heavy hearts to find a proper Forever Home for him. We received many applications, but none sounded "Perfect" until we received emails and an application from a lady on the West side of the mountains. She had a large Mastiff who needed a friend. After much talking back and forth, she came to meet Max, and it was love at first sight for both of them.
We still receive emails and photos of Max, and we are thrilled to know that he is definitely in his Forever Home - and loving every minute of it. This was one of the very few times that we have adopted out one of the animals that come to our little sanctuary. It was indeed a perfect placement!!
MY FRIEND FLICKA
It was a cold November morning with snow falling quietly when we received a call fro the Sheriff's Department. There was a horse in the middle of the desert, some 40 miles from here - could we rescue it? We immediately began calling around, looking for a horse trailer to borrow. When we finally located one, evening was drawing near - the rescue would have to wait until morning.
We left early, and hit the freeway as the snow continued to fall. The temperature was around 20, and the roads were icy. We debated whether to continue - or turn around and go home. The roads began to get better and so we decided to continue on. An hour later we reached the spot where the horse had been reported. We saw him standing about 300 yards from a manufactured home that sat in the middle of tumbleweeds in the desert. As we drew closer, three little girls holding apples came running outside, accompanied by their mother and father. Each one held their apple filled hand high in the air, and began calling the horse. Slowly the old man began moving toward the children, until he finally reached them and was rewarded with three apples.
The father explained that the horse had shown up over a week ago. They had contacted people in the area, but nobody claimed him As we haltered him we checked his teeth and determined that he was probably in his 20's. With the price of hay quite high, his owners had probably decided they didn't want to feed the old man through the winter, and had trailered him off into the desert to die - alone and cold.
As we loaded him into the trailer we asked what they had been calling him. The father explained that the little girls had recently seen the movie "My Friend Flicka", and were calling him Flicka. Flicka it was!! We brought him home, unloaded and fed him, and marveled at his quiet and gentle nature. Last contact with the Sheriff's office revealed that nobody had called to claim him.
MANGO'S CHRISTMAS PRESENT
It was winter equinox 2007, one of my favorite days of the year, as the days begin to stay light long
and in a small way you know that spring is not far to follow. It allows the hope of renewal and rejuvenation.
We had just returned from the Vet's office in what seems like a weekly ritual. When the phone rang with the caller ID showing it was our Veterinarian, I assumed I had forgotten something while there. But I was wrong. A couple had just brought in a cat they
found with a mangled front leg. They were not able to opt for surgery, and reluctantly requested that the cat be euthanized. Seeing that the owners were distressed at the thought, our Vet asked if they would consider signing a release of owner ship if a rescue would accept responsibility. They agreed, and we were called.
The doctors needed to perform surgery immediately as infection had set in and they didn't dare wait another day. We immediately headed for the Vet's office so we could meet the kitty before her surgery. This would enable her to at least recognize us after the amputation. When we
arrived we were struck by her soft blue eyes, and purring despite what had to be intolerable pain. Her front leg was totally mangled, and had been that way for some time as the smell of infection was very strong. We held her for a few minutes trying to reassure her that all would be okay, and then sent her off to surgery.
We love happy endings - and this one was indeed happy. Mango (as we named her) came through the surgery fine, and was on the road to recovery. We picked her up the following morning and brought her home, putting her in a kennel in the living room to regain her strength for a few days. It actually took Mango a few day longer to feel active enough to demand being let out of her kennel. Dogs and cats recover so miraculously fast from major surgeries, that we think she took her time so that she could get to know and trust US, and also get to know the other indoor animals without having to interact with them immediately.
It was mid September when we received the email from a Washington rescue describing a large dog in their local shelter that was about to be euthanized. The pictures that we received showed a large, but very thin and forlorn looking dog that appeared to be a terrier/sheep dog mix. He was in dire straits, and needed to be taken from the shelter immediately if his life was going to be saved. Could we PLEASE take him!!! Of course we would.
The rescuers immediately took him to their vet to be neutered, but while there the real problem became evident all too soon...testicular cancer. Surgery was performed, but it was not possible to remove all of the cancer.
That afternoon we met halfway to bring "Leroy" back to the sanctuary. He was still groggy from the anesthetic, and seemed reluctant to leave those who had saved his life - Barks-R-Us Rescue. A good nights sleep and a morning meal made all the difference in the world to Leroy's attitude.
Although he was still moving tenderly from the surgery, he was smiling and eager to go outside. As he was so thin we wrapped him first in a doggy coat, and headed out the door. As days passed Leroy became stronger and stronger and wanted to spend more time outdoors. We moved him into the back yard with the other residents, where he seemed very content to lie in the grass and play every once in awhile.
In the following weeks, as the weather began to cool, we decided to bring Leroy indoors as he was still quite frail. His attitude remained very heroic, but it was obvious that he was still
suffering from the cancer. He loved to eat, but stopped gaining weight after about 3 months,
LEROY - THE LUCK OF THE IRISH
which is typical of cancer. We were so happy to be able to give Leroy a loving home during his last days.
SWEET BABY JANE
Baby Jane was brought to us by another rescuer in Washington. Apparently her past "human" was an abuser and kicked Baby Jane in the head, breaking several of her teeth, killing her right eye, and badly breaking the eye socket. After throwing her outside in the dead of winter, he proceeded to tell neighbors not to feed her or let her inside. Nonetheless, one kind person put a kennel on their porch where she was able to find refuge from the year's hard winter.
Baby Jane was taken in by a Rescue at the point where she was nothing but skin and bones. They were able to bring her back to good health and weight, but her dead eye remained.
She was brought to Daze of Camelot in the dead of winter and we immediately took her to Pioneer Veterinary Clinic where it was determined that her eye needed to be removed. During the surgery it was discovered that the bones of her eye socket had also been broken.
After the surgery Baby Jane came home to Daze of Camelot. It was determined that she was also blind in her other eye, but that didn't slow her down. A loving and trusting girl, Baby Jane loved being held and talked to, and bumping heads, with lots of purrs!
ONE BY ONE
One by one, they file past my cage
Too old, too worn, too broken, no way
Way past his time, he can't run and play
Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way.
A little old man, arthritic and sore
It seems I am not wanted anymore.
I once had a home, I once had a bed
A place that was warm, and where I was fed.
Now my muzzle is grey, and eyes slowly fail,
Who wants a dog so old and so frail?
My family decided I didn't belong
I got in their way; my attitude was wrong.
Whatever excuse they made in their head
Can't justify how they left me for dead.
Now I sit in this cage, where day after day
The younger dogs all get adopted away.
When I had almost come to the end of my rope
You saw my face, and I finally had hope,
You saw through the grey and the legs bent with age
And I felt that I still had life beyond this cage.
You took me home, gave me food and a bed
And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head.
We snuggle and play and you talk to me low
You love me so dearly, you want me to know.
I may have lived most of life with another
But you outshine them with a love so much stronger.
And I promise to return all the love I can give
To you, my dear person, as long as I live.
I may be with you for a week or for years
We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave
I know you will cry and your heart it will grieve.
And when I arrive at The Bridge all brand new My thoughts and my heart will still be with you.
And I will brag to all that will hear
Of the person who made my last days oh, so dear.
****LITTLE MAN JAKE****
We were contacted in the late spring of 2007 by a man whose 83 year old mother. Lois, had recently passed away. She had left behind a 17 year old cat, and a 34 year old miniature donkey named "Jake", who she had befriended over 20 years ago. Shortly after her passing her beloved cat was found under a tree by the lake, where she had simply laid down and died.
As Lois' son was preparing the house to sell, it was necessary to relocate Jake - and we agreed to bring him here to live out his remaining days. The day that we were scheduled to bring him home
he became completely disoriented. Having experienced this many times, we loaded him up and brought him to his new pasture, where he wandered aimlessly covering every inch of ground. The following morning brought no relief to Jake, and we immediately called the Vet. His examination proved what we feared - Jake was very ill, had less than a 30% chance of recovering, and was suffering greatly. With great sorrow we agreed to euthanize Jake - and set him free to head to Rainbow Bridge and reunite with his beloved Lois and the family cat. Even though our friendship was brief, we will miss you Little Man.
FOR THE LOVE OF THE "PHRISBEE CAT - HOWLER MONKEY"
It was March 17th as we drove toward Spokane, the halfway point of pickup for "The Phrisbee Cat", coming to us from Idaho. Things were changing at Phrisbee's home, and being diabetic, too much excitement and too much change just wasn't in his best interest. With this in mind, his human Mom made the heart breaking decision to let The Phrisbee Cat journey across State lines to live at the Sanctuary. The first few days were a little scary, and Phrisbee hid under his bed, in the kennel in the living room, peering out at his new family with the biggest, most beautiful eyes I have ever seen! All these new faces! But even with these changes he took his insulin shots easily every day, and would greet us at feeding time with a rub along the door.
The morning of March 30 we found Phrisbee on the floor of his kennel in bad condition. The night before he had eaten well and appeared normal - but that had rapidly changed. In horror, we gave him Karo syrup which perked him up a little bit, then rushed him to Pioneer Vet. Tests were run and fluids and glucose were administered, but he just wasn't responding.
The doctor kept asking if we were sure Phrisbee hadn't gotten into something toxic. No chance, as he had been in his kennel, and was eating only his Prescription Diet MD - canned and dry. In fact, the evening before we had just opened a new can. A few hours passed, and one of the Vet Tech's called to tell me that it had just been announced that this particular food had just been recalled, along with dozens of other brands that had been recalled days earlier, for containing poison!!! The decision was immediate and heartbreaking - we would not let Phrisbee suffer, but instead let him go to Rainbow Bridge, where he would no longer be sick, or feel pain, but be young and happy once again. There, "The Phrisbee Cat, Howler Monkey" will wait to be reunited with his Mom, when it is her time to Pass Over.
THE RAINBOW BRIDGE
By the edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill, is a lush, green meadow where time stands still. Where the friends of man and woman do run, when their time of Earth is over and done.
For here, between this world and the next, is a place where each beloved creature finds rest. On this golden land, they wait and they play, till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.
No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness, for here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness. Their limbs are restored, their health renewed, their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.
They romp through the grass without even a care, until one day they start, and sniff at the air. All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back, then all of a sudden one breaks from the pack.
For just at that instant, their eyes have met; together again, both person and pet. So they run to each other, these friends from long past, the time of their parting is over at last.
The sadness they felt while they were apart, has turned into joy once more in each heart. They embrace with a love that will last forever, and then, side-by-side, they Cross Over...together.
1998 Steve and Diane Bodofsky. All Rights Reserved. Reposted by Permission
*****THE CIRCLE OF LIFE*****
With each first breath that is taken, there is a last breath waiting to take all living things to their final destiny. As "Helen Keller" left peacefully for Rainbow Bridge the following day a single newborn kitten came to our sanctuary. In Helen's honor, we named this little man "Keller".
NOTE TO ADOPTERS
Lassie and Cleo and Rin Tin Tin and Toto don't show up in rescue. We don't get the elegantly coiffed, classically, beautiful, completely trained, and perfectly behaved dog. We get the leftover. Dogs that other people have incompetently bred, inadequately socialized, ineffectively "trained", and badly treated. Most Rescue dogs have had it. They have been pushed from one lousy situation to another. The have never had the proper veterinary care, kind and consistent training, or sufficient company. They have lived outside, in a crate, or in the basement. They are scared, depressed and anxious. Some are angry. Some are sick. Some have given up. But we are Rescuer and we don't give up. We never give up on a dog. We know that a dog is a living being, with a spirit and a heart and feelings. Our dogs are not commodities, things or garbage. They are part of sacred creation and they deserve as much love and care and respect as the next Westminster champion. So please, please don't dome to rescue in the hopes of getting a "bargain", or indeed of "getting" anything. Come to Rescue to give, to love, to save a life - and to mend your own spirit. For Rescue will reward you in ways you never thought possible. I can promise you this - a rescue dog will make you a better person.
By Diane Morgan
ANIMAL ABUSE COMES IN MANY FORMS
Trixie was brought to us starving and dehydrated in the middle of the summer heat. The photos don't even come close to showing how emaciated she was. There was nothing but fur on her little bones. Trixie tried desperately to be brave, but her small body had gone beyond the point of being able to be save. Lucky was a younger dog, and although he was in the same condition that Trixie was, we were able to save him and place him in a home. We rescued Ranger from the middle of the desert in 100 degree
weather where he had been abandoned. He had been alone without water, and with nothing to eat but sagebrush for quite some time. We were able to catch him by showing him water being poured into a bucket. Although we tried desperately to save him, his organs were too far gone, and he died in our arms.