http://video.msnbc.msn.com/nbc-news/46070947#46070947
Here is a very sweet clip I found on MSN- I love a happy ending! I will warn you the first clip is a bit sad, but look what happened with a little TLC.
Showing posts with label Theraputic pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Theraputic pets. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Is your pet theraputic? Call for stories
Hi everyone
Thanks so much for supporting the blog and coming here everyday. Those of you who know me know that I am an animal lover and advocate. I would love to hear about you and your pet. I bet the other readers would too. If you would like to share a story please send it to merdodson@yahoo.com
Also please feel free to write a comment on any stories you see here.
How has your pet been theraputic?
Thanks so much for supporting the blog and coming here everyday. Those of you who know me know that I am an animal lover and advocate. I would love to hear about you and your pet. I bet the other readers would too. If you would like to share a story please send it to merdodson@yahoo.com
Also please feel free to write a comment on any stories you see here.
How has your pet been theraputic?
Thursday, January 5, 2012
A special baby kitty for a special young man-right on time
When our rescue kitty, Bella, surprised us with kittens there were five total. The first three came quickly, and the last two many hours later. Number four was still born and had a deformed face. Number five was tiny but seemed ok. She was clearly the runt, and had some trouble finding mama's nipple. Before her eyes were open I would find her lost and away from the others at times. She was also the first kitten to be rejected by Bella when It came time to ween her kittens.
We found adoptive homes for number one and two, but I knew I was in trouble when we named the remaining two kitties. One was my favorite, a cute little calico girl who I named Patchouli. The other, much smaller kitten was named Daisy by my Down's syndrome son Lewis. Daisy is a tortoise shell calico and she loves to be held. If fact, it seemed like she would prefer to be held by Lewis over being with her mother. There was an almost instant bond between Lewis and little Daisy. She seemed a bit slow compared to Patchouli but she was my son's favorite. There was no way we could give up daisy or Patchouli.
Over the next two years, I was diagnosed with breast cancer for the second time, and then a third occurrence. My son watched his mother, the only parent he has, wither and weaken. He watched me loose my hair, and be as sick as a person can be. He wanted to help and would often make my bed and tenderly place books on it for me to find. He also started taking responsibility for caring for the kitties. I was proud of him for stepping up, and was very grateful to have him there the help.
Many nights I would hear Lewis talking to Daisy in his room. He would talk about his worries, and tell her how much he loved her. He would hold her like she was a baby. She, all the while, purring and blinking sleepily. I often wondered how Lewis would have coped with my illness if he did not have Daisy to love, hold and talk to. Not to mention the hours of laughter both the kittens have given us with their crazy cat antics. Looking back, I realize that Bella brought in a very special gift by coming in pregnant. My good deed of taking her in was repaid by the gift of a cuddle friend for my son at a time when he needed it.
We found adoptive homes for number one and two, but I knew I was in trouble when we named the remaining two kitties. One was my favorite, a cute little calico girl who I named Patchouli. The other, much smaller kitten was named Daisy by my Down's syndrome son Lewis. Daisy is a tortoise shell calico and she loves to be held. If fact, it seemed like she would prefer to be held by Lewis over being with her mother. There was an almost instant bond between Lewis and little Daisy. She seemed a bit slow compared to Patchouli but she was my son's favorite. There was no way we could give up daisy or Patchouli.
Over the next two years, I was diagnosed with breast cancer for the second time, and then a third occurrence. My son watched his mother, the only parent he has, wither and weaken. He watched me loose my hair, and be as sick as a person can be. He wanted to help and would often make my bed and tenderly place books on it for me to find. He also started taking responsibility for caring for the kitties. I was proud of him for stepping up, and was very grateful to have him there the help.
Many nights I would hear Lewis talking to Daisy in his room. He would talk about his worries, and tell her how much he loved her. He would hold her like she was a baby. She, all the while, purring and blinking sleepily. I often wondered how Lewis would have coped with my illness if he did not have Daisy to love, hold and talk to. Not to mention the hours of laughter both the kittens have given us with their crazy cat antics. Looking back, I realize that Bella brought in a very special gift by coming in pregnant. My good deed of taking her in was repaid by the gift of a cuddle friend for my son at a time when he needed it.
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