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Dee Dee’s new rival is my camera’s dust blower. They have a hate/hate relationship.

‪#‎BreakingNews‬: ‪#‎WildlifeSOS‬'s Anti-Poaching Team has rescued an eight week old ‪#‎slothbear‬ cub from Indo-Nepal Border in collaboration with the forest department. The poachers were planning to smuggle the bear cub across to Nepal to sell the bear where it would have been harvested for its body parts or trained to be a performing bear using cruel methods.
Currently, the bear cub has been safely brought to the ‪#‎AgraBearRescueFacility‬. Geeta Seshamani, Co-Founder Wildlife SOS seen in the picture trying to comfort the baby bear. We will keep you updated on more information soon!

********* Update (hopefully people see this and stop asking me the same questions that I’ve answered a hundred times), Goya was fostered almost immediately after his story spread like wildfire, and is safely awaiting adoption. From what I’ve seen there are hundreds of people filling out the adoption applications. The NYCACC does in-person adoptions only, so we’re lucky his story reached a lot of people in the area. Good job everyone. ***************

My heart is breaking. This is Goya, 4 y/o pitbull male who was literally dumped in a high kill shelter in Manhattan. He is a therapy dog who detected seizures for a disabled child & alerted the family (he would even lay on the ground to buffer the child’s fall!!!) and the family abandoned him like FUCKS. He is extremely confused and has not stopped crying. He’s also extremely sweet, loving, and great with other animals/children. He’s likely to be euthanized very soon and is already catching the kennel cough. I would literally drive there right now if I wasn’t in California. Please ask around for homes for him if you can!!! Or if interested text 845-536-4134, his ID # is A1024494

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'Big teddy bear' losing hope after 1 year at shelter

Beautiful Moose has waited for more than one year at the shelter - and after his rescue fell through, he’s hoping that someone will read his story and save his life. Moose is a three-year-old boy whose body bears the scars of his prior life, but this big sweetheart just wants to love and be loved. A volunteer stated: “This big boy is sweet as can be. I love, love, love him. He’s a good boy who loves everyone and loves to get belly rubs.”

After he was treated for heartworm, Moose was supposed to go to a home, but no one ever came for him. The volunteer added: “He’s ready to leave. He’s getting so sad. I promised him that he would get his chance… And I feel like I’m letting this big, sweet boy down.”

Moose has spent more than one year at the shelter and he has started to lose weight - let’s not let him lose all hope, too. According to the veterinarian that saw Moose, his cherry eye is only cosmetic and he’s healthy and ready to find love.

Can you please open your heart and home to Moose? He has waited so long to know love.

If you’re interested in adopting this sweet boy, he’s waiting to meet you at Lee County Animal Shelter in Bishopville, South Carolina. If you are interested in him, please call (803) 428-2077 or (803) 428-7536.

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The Radioactive Man Who Returned To Fukushima To Feed The Animals That Everyone Else Left Behind

Naoto Matsumura is the only human brave enough to live in Fukushima’s 12.5-mile exclusion zone

He fled at first but returned to take care of the animals that were left behind

He returned for his own animals at first, but realized that so many more needed his help, too

Matsumura, who is 55 years old, knows that the radiation is harmful, but he “refuses to worry about it”


“They also told me that I wouldn’t get sick for 30 or 40 years. I’ll most likely be dead by then anyway, so I couldn’t care less”


Matsumura discovered that thousands of cows had died locked in barns


He also freed many animals that had been left chained up by their owners


Many of them now rely on him for food

The government has forbidden him from staying, but that doesn’t stop him either


He started in 2011 and is still going strong 4 years later


He relies solely on donations from supporters to work with and feed the animals


His supporters are calling him the ‘guardian of Fukushima’s animals’


The man clearly has a sense of humor as well

The untold human suffering and property damage left in the wake of the Fukushima disaster in Japan has been well-documented, but there’s another population that suffered greatly that few have discussed – the animals left behind in the radioactive exclusion zone. One man, however, hasn’t forgotten – 55-year-old Naoto Matsumura, a former construction worker who lives in the zone to care for its four-legged survivors.He is known as the ‘guardian of Fukushima’s animals’ because of the work he does to feed the animals left behind by people in their rush to evacuate the government’s 12.5-mile exclusion zone. He is aware of the radiation he is subject to on a daily basis, but says that he “refuses to worry about it.” He does take steps, however, by only eating food imported into the zone.

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I’m so moved by this man’s bravery, selflessness and compassion. What a beautiful person.

Smeagol

This is Smeagol. Today I am going to write about Smeagol. I lovingly call him my “broken doge.” I have another dog that I have had since she was a puppy, who has been my best friend through everything, but it’s easy to love puppies (that grow into well-behaved adult dogs). It’s much more difficult to bring home a rescue dog. But bringing home this rescue dog ended up meaning more to me than anything else I did in the last year. So today is Smeagol’s day.

I brought Smeagol home from the SPCA just over a year ago. I sometimes think that I didn’t have a choice in the matter. The two of us were meant to find each other. I first stumbled across Smeagol on Kijiji. He was going by Bates at the time, dubbed so by his first rescuers. He had been dumped and left to die in a ditch out of town. The Kijiji ad detailed the little known of his story and offered him free to a good home. I was drawn in by his story, but I didn’t act. 

I saw Smeagol again a month later. He had made his way to the SPCA and was up for adoption on the SPCA’s website. I didn’t have the money for the adoption fees at the time, so I didn’t act. He disappeared from the site, and I assumed he had been adopted. 

Two weeks later, Smeagol was back. This time he had been rebranded Mr. Pugsywugsy, but I recognized him. I still had no money, but I had to save this dog. I borrowed the adoption fee from my mom and drove down to the SPCA with Ali (my other dog) in tow to meet him. 

At the shelter, I was greeted by a notice stating that all dog adoptions were currently suspended because of a parvo outbreak. I went in to find out when the quarantine would be up, so that I could come back, but it turned out that Smeagol was in fostering, so I could take him immediately. He hadn’t been neutered yet, so I would have to foster-to-adopt, but I could take him home. He was simultaneously excited and very scared. He seemed fairly indifferent to Ali, so we figured that they would get along in time. 

This is Smeagol on the day we brought him home. He had already been in care/fostering for almost a month, and this is how skinny he still was. 

Shortly after we arrived home, the mixture of excitement and fear he had been previously exhibiting, turned to complete terror. He spent most of the next couple of days curled into a tight little ball in various corners of the house. 

This was him in a “relaxed” state. He spent his first nights with us curled up on the couch by himself. 

We very quickly noticed that “Mr. Pugsywugsy” (he was still going by his temp name at the time) was not going to be an easy dog. 

He earned his new name on the first day of his stay. In addition to his skin and bones look, Smeagol had a habit of alternating between tentatively friendly (complete with shy tail wagging and grin) and extremely aggressive (snarling, growling, snapping) in exactly 0.01 seconds. You could almost picture him hissing “PRECIOUSSSSSS.” He became Smeagol.

While he was only vocally and not physically aggressive towards us, he started lunging at Ali if she came near him. My boyfriend was worried for Ali and wanted me to take him back. He believed that Smeagol was incurably aggressive and that we couldn’t keep him. 

I watched him carefully and noticed that he did not go out of his way to show aggression, he only reacted aggressively when he felt cornered or threatened. I determined that his aggression was fear based and suggested that we at least wait out the foster period before we made a decision. He tested the limits of my relationship in those two weeks, as the aggressive episodes continued. 

The next thing we noticed was that Smeagol did not know how to live in a house. He had accidents in the house. He was confused by furniture. He was confused by the TV. He  was confused by affection. Everything seemed threatening. He would often climb on the couch or a lap and stand there like he didn’t know what to do now. He would stare awkwardly at you while standing completely stiff legged, ready to bolt at any sign of trouble. This was no affectionate, loving dog. His name proved more and more fitting, as I felt increasingly like I had invited Gollum into my house and Sam (in this case, boyfriend) was trying to convince me that he had to go. 

His lack of attachment was punctuated by his daily escape attempts. The woman who had previously fostered him had warned us that he was an escape artist. We weren’t too worried, because there are 3 doors between our suite and the outside. This didn’t stop Smeagol from running away 3 times in the first week. He would watch me for a moment of weakness (i.e. bending down to scoop poop or deal with Ali) and yank his leash out of my hands. He would then sprint for dear life with leash dragging behind him, me trailing slightly behind that. The only thing that let me catch him was his desire to pee on all the things. 

Despite all this, I still felt drawn to this dog. I wanted to keep him. Maybe at that point I thought I could “fix” him. Maybe not. Either way, I loved my “broken” dog. And increasingly, his moments of brokenness were overshadowed by moments of hesitant affection. He was trying. About a month after we brought him home, this happened: 

And then this:

Now, this isn’t the story of a “fixed” dog. A year later, and he still reminds us of his namesake on a daily basis. I suspect he has some level of post-traumatic stress. 

He still has accidents in the house (although they are lessening). He is still stiff and stressed and awkward. This was him trying to figure out his new bed just a few days ago:

But I don’t need him to be a “normal” dog. We have made room for him. Ali looks on him with toleration and (when we aren’t looking) affection, but snaps at him when he is being Gollum to let him know that isn’t ok. (He’s actually slightly afraid of her tiny self). I enjoy the moments that he is able to relax and give affection, but I also love his weirdness. 

Smeagol came to me in a year that I felt weird and like a failure. But whatever I didn’t manage to do last year, I saved this dog, and he saved me. 

He also showed me that brokenness does not equal unlovable. He’s a wonderful, lovable, broken dog. He provides me with daily reminder that mental illness does not equal unlovable. I might question why someone would want to be with me or be friends with me because of my ADHD and my weirdness, but i’m with Smeagol and it’s worth it. He reminds me to stop questioning. 

I wouldn’t trade him for any other dog. 

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Hey guys! Just a little PSA.

This is my cat Sage and I adopted her about 6 months ago. I’ve been struggling since moving out of state for college (and dealing with mental illness) and moving in with a parent of whom I realized I hated and of whom is making my life miserable. She’s the little light that I have in my life.

I went to the animal shelter with the intent of adopting a kitten but they had a cat room and how could I resist visiting all of the kitties? As soon as I came into the room and sat down, Sage approached me and leapt into my lap. Right off the bat, she was extremely affectionate and cuddly.

I came to the shelter to visit her again and she remembered me, doing the exact same thing. At that moment, I knew I had to adopt her. She was the sweetest damn thing I had ever met. Some that were volunteering at the shelter made some remarks about Sage’s attitude towards me. “She picked you” one of them said, and they were absolutely right. Sage adopted me.

Sage is 6 years old and as you can see, her ears are partly missing. She had only been in the shelter for a year and I’ve been told that her ears are missing due to frostbite (that makes sense in Wisconsin!).

You see, when I first saw her I did notice her ears, I mean…they’re kind of not there! Regardless, this didn’t change the way I felt about Sage. She chose me for a purpose.

I encourage all that wish to adopt not only to rescue from shelters and humane societies, but also not to discriminate based on appearance. I hate to say this but I genuinely believe she had been in the shelter for so long because no one wanted a kitty with torn ears. No one would give her a chance. I did and it was the best decision I had ever made.

Please rescue, please do not buy. Please do not choose an animal because of the way it looks. You never know who may steal your heart.

Stray Pit Bull Found Nursing 2-Day-Old Kitten On Side Of The Road

A veterinarian technician at the Mercy Animal Clinic in Garland, Texas found a stray young female Pit bull looking after a special charge at the side of a road in South Dallas. The dog was nursing a 2-day old kitten!

With no other animals in sight, Marina brought the pair back to the clinic to be looked after. On March 18, 2015, Mercy Animal Clinic wrote on their Facebook page: “The dog is sweet and loves the kitten, but her milk is drying up. We are bottle feeding the kitten today and placing it in a home with a nursing mother cat tonight. Good job Marina!”

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Severely Burnt Dog Needs Help

Help this sweet pit bull get the treatment he needs and deserves. He was intentionally burned by a human and then thrown away to fend for himself. New England Humane Society has stepped up for this sweet pup, lets help them help him! 

Please donate by clicking the below link and reblog!

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Rescued Dairy Cow Hides Newborn Because She Thinks All Humans Steal Calves

Spud



As a child, I was allergic to cats. I had a lot of allergies, really, and I was lucky enough to receive therapy for them, but I spent a lot of my time having severe allergic reactions to cats, because my parents could not convince me to stay away from them. What can I say? I love cats.

I recently got married, and after more than 10 years without a significant reaction to one, I was determined to get a cat now that I had a stable living situation in a pet-friendly home. Things kept coming up, though, and we kept having to put off our plans to visit the local rescue. It was frustrating - I was so ready for the cat I’d waited 25 years for, but life kept getting in the way.

I’d just gotten back from a trip around Christmastime, and a friend brought up a cat their family was fostering via the Humane Society. He was apparently very sweet, and friendly with other animals, but their other cats didn’t like him, so they were looking for someone else to take him in. I asked to meet him.

He was perfect.

Spud is the cat of my dreams, and I’m so glad I get to spend the next several years with this handsome, vocal, affectionate, playful creature. At night, he sleeps next to my pillow. During the day, he reminds me that I am good. He’s made our little family complete, and I’m so glad I had to wait for him.

Abandoned dog called Hero saves lives of 10 newborn puppies and their mother after leading rescuers to the freezing litter

The Labrador mix, who has since been named Hero, had spent weeks eluding members of Dallas Dogrrr-Rescue, Rehab, Reform in Texas, who were trying to rescue him from a south Dallas park.

But on Tuesday night, he greeted rescuer Marina Tarashevsce and dog behaviorist John Miller with persistent barking. Every time the pair moved closer to him, Hero inched backward and barked.

Deciding that the dog was trying to alert them to something, Ms Tarahevsce and Mr Miller followed him into nearby woodland. A short while later, they came across a burnt-out tree, situated by a creek.

Incredibly, under the tree, the rescuers discovered a litter of ten, shivering puppies - one of which had nearly frozen to death in the cold - and their exhausted mother, who has since been named Mona.

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Charity Knits for Animals Facebook page

Would you like to treat your cats, A friends cats or Animal Shelter cats, with all the profits made going back to Animal Shelters?

Then now you can, i have set up a facebook page so you can purchase my handmade knitted catnip mice and fish and all the profits will be given to Animal Shelters including RSPCA, PDSA, Cats Protection, Dog’s Trust and independent shelters that care for and rescue not only cats and dogs but an array of animals :) 

Please come and like and share charity knits for animals facebook page

or please come and treat the kitties in your lives :) 

Happy Winters!
#Zara an Asiatic Black Bear was rescued by WildlifeSOS when she was a 2 month old orphan cub. #Zara and her sibling were found hidden in the bole of a tree abandoned by their mother. Today, Zara is a healthy 3 year old bear, who romps around in the forested enclosure and loves to play in snow with her sibling #Raja at the #Pahelgam Rescue Center in #Kashmir run and managed by Wildlife SOS.