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Warm Hearts and Wet Noses

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These are the photos and stories of our pets, present and past, in chronological order of adoption. To view photo at full size, click on the photo with the right mouse button.

All photos are copyright Patricia and Wayne Primeau. All Rights Reserved.

Erika cat Erika came to us from a friend's farm. Having been born in a barn, put in a box, and brought to our home, she had never been outside. The first time we took her out into the back garden, she looked up, realized that there was no ceiling, and had a panic attack. She had never been outside before, had never been in a place without a ceiling, and had agoraphobia. She eventually got to enjoy going out to the garden, but it took two summers for her to feel completely relaxed about it. Click here to go to Erika's page.

BubiBubastis wandered on to our street from the greenbelt, a wooded area surrounding some sections of the Ottawa region. She had probably been dumped there to starve to death. Some people are so stupid that they think domesticated house pets are capable of living quite nicely in the wild. Others are simply vicious beasts who think cruelty to animals is fun. Her former owners were probably from one of these two groups. Their cruelty and neglect almost killed her. She had wounded and infected paws and was skin and bone, dehydrated and starving. From the moment I offered her cat food, she started purring and has rarely stopped for almost 14 years. She was so delighted to have humans to take care of her again that she even purred straight through several vet exams. Click here to go to Bubi's page.

hannah Hannah is a sweet and loving beagle mix. Her mother was a pure bred show dog, a prize winning Beagle. Her father leaped over a fence. Hannah and her litter mates all had long bodies, short legs, and dark colouring. Since they were not pure bred, the mother's owners did not want them. This was their loss as Hannah has the most gentle and loving personality of any dog I have ever had. We found her through "Friends of Abandoned Pets", a charity which rescues and finds homes for unwanted dogs and cats. Click here to go to Hannah's page.

TamerlaneTamerlane arrived on our doorstep one January midnight when the temperature was -30 C, saying, "I'm cold. I'm hungry. Let me in." He was a mess: matted fur, scalloped ears, half healed scratches and bites, very skinny, but full of attitude. I tried to pick him up and he bit me and took off. Fortunately he knew a soft touch when he met one and came back the next morning hoping for breakfast. By then I had set up a cage and had a can of tun close at hand. I put the tuna in the back of the cage. When he walked in to eat, I slammed the door on him. After his meal we took him to the Humane Society for quarantine. From this inauspicious beginning, our relationship has developed into something special. Click here to go to Tamerlane's page.

PizziOne early morning in Beit Hanina, the Palestinian neighbourhood where we lived in Occupied East Jerusalem, I was walking Hannah through an alley near our home. In the dawn stillness we heard a kitten yelling its head off. There was a pack of wild dogs running around the neighbourhood that morning and I knew that we had to find the kitten or it would become an appetizer. (From the sound of its voice, it was too small to make a meal for a hungry, homeless dog.) We were standing at the edge of a construction site. We searched until we found the infant kitten cringing under a stack of rusty pipes, a scant handfull of spitting, hissing, tabby fluff with concrete stuck all over its baby fur. The vet guessed it was no more than four weeks old. Click here to see Pizzicatta's page.

Kyrie Five days after we adopted Pizzi the kitten, Hannah and I were again enjoying our morning walk. As we rounded the corner at the top of the hill, I saw an open plastic garbage bag at the side of the rubbish tip. A bag on the ground was not uncommon. Garbage collection, one of the many city services paid for by all residents of Jerusalem and regularly scheduled in Israeli neighbourhoods, was so rare in the Palestinian neighbourhoods of East Jerusalem that the rubbish bins frequently overflowed. What was unusual was that the bag appeared to be shivering. As I approached it I saw, to my horror, a tiny baby puppy inside. Of course I picked her up and brought her home. She was cold, hungry and thirsty, and was crawling with fleas, ticks and lice. We didn't intend to adopt another dog, but as Jerusalem is not a good demographic for pets, we were unable to find a home for her. The religous nut-cases on both sides consider dogs to be ritually unclean, and because of the economic problems caused by the Israeli Wall, many Palestinian families who might otherwise want a dog cannot afford to have one. Click here to see Valkyrie's page.

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Our vet in Ottawa very kindly gave us some recipes for home made dog and cat food before we went overseas. Click here to see these Pet Diets.

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Patti

This page was updated on 26 November 2007.

Contact me at: patti.primeau@sympatico.ca

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