One of my greatest blessings has been to participate in animal rescue. This goes back to my childhood. We first rescued a guinea pig, who was being relegated to perdition. Following her, throughout my life, there have been various raccoons, opossums, rabbits, rodents, birds, numerous reptiles and amphibians, fish, a skunk, a monkey, and naturally, cats and dogs. I have been blessed.
One of these wonderful blessings was a litter born on Thanksgiving, November 25, 2010. These kittens were rejected by their very young and very ill homeless mother. Her rescuer was not able to care for their needs and her, too. That is when they came to me.
This litter of four were the most pitiful babies I had cared for. They were extremely ill, too. For weeks we had humidifiers running for them to help ease their congestion. They were given antibiotics and nose drops. I was feeding them every 1-2 hours with a syringe because they could not nurse normally. I was also doing chest thumps on two of these babies. I had to help break up the congestion.
God’s hand was in this, as always. Two kittens went on to be adopted by a young couple. We kept the two black kittens, otherwise total opposites. You know them: Grizelda and Chloe Jo. They just celebrated their seventh birthday!
~Happy Birthday, Girls!~
Baby Grizelda Zoe
Baby Chloe Jo
~The Girls Today~
I have so many reasons for doing animal rescue. This is what moves me: to see them survive and then to thrive. This is the reward. I am humbled by God’s faith in me. I am honoured by the animal’s trust. I am happy to be a part of their journey. I love each and every one of them. And, I am grateful for the lessons they have all taught me and continue to teach me.
Day Twenty-Six of my Giving Thanks series.
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