My Nonprofit Reviews
Review for Canines With a Cause, Park City, UT, USA
For years, I appreciated the work Cathy King and Canines with a Cause did . . . every rescue saved two lives. But, in addition to saving animals from shelters and giving veterans companions, Cathy was generous with her time. On numerous occasions she came to my classroom to help my eighth and ninth grade students understand that animals matter. Cathy taught my children how to write letters to legislators and about sustainable rescue.
Then, on July 9th, Cathy called me. A few months earlier, I lost a sweet senior poodle. She told me about Timmy. Timmy spent most of his life helping a veteran with PTSD. When his veteran could no longer care for him, Cathy asked if he could stay with me.
Almost 15-years-old, without teeth, hard-of-hearing, unable to see very well and little wobbly, Timmy moved into my home. His big heart, gentle spirit, lopsided ears and sweet appreciation for everything re-taught me how to love.
A month later, I accepted a position on the Board for Canines with a Cause. CWAC makes a difference.
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Review for Friends of Animals Utah, Park City, UT, USA
In July, I saw "Barley's" big, brown, deep eyes looking at me on the Furburbia Facebook page. His story said that he was a puppy mill rescue from Missouri.
The next day, I picked him up.
Oh, sure, I pretended I was going to "foster." But, when I stepped into his kennel, Cathy scooped him up and put him in my arms. His fur matched my hair.
But, his spine went rigid.
I was prepared with a pocketful of treats, but having spent 3-4 years in a puppy mill in Missouri, then traveling across the country to Utah, and, being one of eight chosen to go to Furburbia, he was shell-shocked. Did I mention he'd just been neutered and had an upset stomach, too?
So, Barley loaded up in a crate and sat in the back of my Element. We came home.
For a week, he cowered in his crate, but carefully watched his big Bernese sister, Faith. Everyone's gotta' have Faith.
Then, he started walking around on his own. . .
One day, I called him "Gus," after Captain Augustus McCrae in Lonesome Dove. He's strawberry blonde ears perked up.
But, winter is when he found joy . . . I don't know if it's because he realizes he has a home where he is loved, but . . .whatever it is, Gus runs, romps, and rrrrffffs when we go outside. Gus practically flies.
I love watching him run in the snow . . .there's pure joy when he stretches luxuriously in his very own downward facing dog next to my bed in the morning.
They told me, "he may never be a real dog." Nobody told me that he'd be a puppy.
Thank you Friends of Animals.