Vulnerable PAWS Project

This handsome fella just come into rescue.... Profile coming soon!

Approx one year and a half ago I got a call that shook us me to the core.

A gentleman called and requested that we humanely euthanize his 12-year-old dog. He was moving into a care facility due to his own failing health and truly believed she would not survive without him.

With heavy heart, I picked her up. Before heading into the clinic for her assessment, I took her for a quick walk around the block. Instantly, my sadness turned to awe. She raced around that block as fast as little Dachshund legs can run, absolutely bursting with joy.

Following a thorough exam and bloodwork, the veterinary team agreed: euthanasia was not an option. Though she was intact, overweight, and had several tumours, her bloodwork was normal. She was alert, vibrant, and full of life. The vet advised letting her enjoy her remaining time comfortably without invasive medical interventions.

I began to network her but with very little hope in my heart. Finding a home for a senior dog with medical needs felt daunting. What happened next was nothing short of a miracle.

Her stars aligned with a retired couple who had lost their own daschund and wanted to open up their home and hearts to a dog in need.

Bon Bon's transition was not perfect. She was ‘bitey’. They were patient and kind. She was stubborn. They gave her patience. She was aloof. They gave her space.

Slowly, the biting stopped and the snuggling began. She learned to tap Clark's foot for treats and spent her days joyfully exploring their 50-acre farm. She was thriving and very loved.

This week we received the heartbreaking news of little Bon Bon’s passing after one of her tumours ruptured.

We extend our deepest condolences and most heartfelt thanks to Barbie and Clark. They gave Bon Bon a year and a half of pure magic, providing the most joyful final chapter of life that any dog could ever wish for.

Sweet Dreams, darling little Bon Bon.

Something caught my attention when I was out walking. It was a little squirrel in distress - his leg was mangled, he was mangy and there were a lot of flies swarming around him. He tried to scurry under a bush but had troubling pulling his own weight behind him.

I was only a block away from Glebe Pet Hospital, and I would like to extend grateful thanks to the professionals there who agreed to humanely end this little squirrel's suffering if I could catch him and bring him in.

More grateful thanks to the complete stranger who, upon overhearing the conversation, quickly left the vet office only to return just as quickly with a suitable box and an offer to help.

The little squirrel, most likely destined to endure a long painful and drawn out end, will never know the compassion and empathy shown to him in his time of desperate need, and I thank everyone who chooses to help an animal in distress.

Every one of earth's creatures deserves to be treated with respect and dignity.

Rest in Peace, little Squirrel. No more pain or suffering. I only wish we could have done more for you.