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by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author's program note. Ever see the Disney film "Old Yeller"? If you're of Baby Boomer vintage you surely did. The story began with Fred Gipson's 1956 novel (which later won the prestigious Newbery Prize). It features the adventures of what we in Illinois called a "mutt", no lineage, no pedigree, just a big ol' dawg that boys like my brother and me loved on sight, made our constant pal and companion, and remembered with abiding affection long after he had died and got buried in the back yard... in fact right up to this very moment.
Walt Disney heard about the book and with record speed turned it into the popular 1957 film. And we loved that film, almost as much as we loved that dog of dogs.
That's why I've selected the theme music from "Old Yeller", not because it's the catchiest movie score ever written. It isn't. But because it captures the essence of the enduring love not just with dogs... but with all kinds of other animals, too. Go now to any search engine and find that bouncy "Old Yeller" theme. Then read this article about the dogs... and cats, too... who haven't found a home like yours... who are lonely, frightened and mad with anxiety as they play out the last days of their short lives... and which you can so easily help...
Outrage at the Arizona Humane Society... how could this happen?
Daniel Dockery is the kind of man you'd never invite to your home for some coffee and a square meal. You see, this 49-year-old guy's a recovering heroin addict, which means people usually avoid him and make his already difficult life even more difficult... and lonely.
Still Daniel had a friend, a friend who loved him in the way cats do, for felines dish out affection in a formula all their own.... then one day jump up on the bed and purr in your ear... letting you know you're their dish of cream.... and, oh, yes they're hungry, too. Yeah, cats know how to play it... and Daniel and Scruffy got along just fine.
But felines are curious about the world... and that curiosity can lead to bumps, bruises, and screams for help when they get themselves way too far up in a tree. Scruffy, despite that name, had all the spirit of his breed... and so one day he had a run-in with a barbed-wire fence... and lost. Scruffy wasn't at death's door or anything like, but he did need some attention and help from a good, kind soul; the kind of person we all need when we have our own version of that rendezvous with the fence.
And so Daniel took Scruffy over to the Arizona Humane Society in Phoenix. They looked at Scruffy all right.. for a minute, or two. Then pronounced judgement: Scruffy's scratches could be dealt with... for $400.
Now you may imagine that Daniel didn't have $400 or anywhere near it. But the mother who loved him (despite everything her son had done) did... and she offered to pay the bill with her credit card. That misnamed "humane" society said it wouldn't take the card over the phone... neither would it wait for Daniel's Mom to wire the funds, which she was willing to do. You see, she knew just how important this 9-month-old cat had become... and she wanted a happy ending. But the "humane" society nixed this, too.
No, they wouldn't take the card over the phone. No, they wouldn't wait a few hours for a wire to arrive.
The staff's solution to the problem was simple.... Daniel would have to sign papers giving up Scruffy, who would then get the treatment he needed... and be given to someone else. And so to save the cat he loved as his only real friend, Daniel agreed to give him up... and then walked out, and sobbed. This wasn't how this was supposed to work out.
But worse, far worse, was just a few hours away...
... Scruffy, just 9 months old, remember, full of life, graced with a man who truly'cared for him... was put under the hostile glare of bright lights and looked for the last time into a human face... as the person, who was supposed to help... killed him, by euthanasia. And so within just a minute or two, the folks who were supposed to save that cat... perverted their mission and made a good man down on his luck more miserable than he had ever been. And Scruffy lay dead, dead at the hands of the people whose business was salvation and, above all, kindness and empathy.
Outrage! Donations slashed! Threats of every kind!
When the good people of Phoenix and Arizona generally heard this story, they reacted with time-honored American generosity... and with a vehement, muscular outrage that we save for occasions when the innocent, down trodden and vulnerable are intentionally hurt. We act as good as we are... we rise above our detachment and skepticism to do what's necessary to make our high principles a reality. In short we get off our backsides and make our feelings, and what's in our hearts, known.
And that's precisely what Phoenix folks did, starting in early December after the Arizona Republic ran the story. They let the "Humane" Society have it with both barrels, right between the eyes. People called and cancelled their donations; they sent in a passel of death threats and they cursed the very name of the boneheads who needlessly killed a good animal and made his friend Daniel's life even more difficult. And so what could have been dealt with promptly, easily and, yes, cheerfully has become a brouhaha outraging the world and every person who has ever loved an animal.
But this isn't how I intend to end this article, no way. I want each of you, every single one, to do one thing and do it now. Write a check for a few bucks and mail it to your local humane society or animal rescue league. Sure bucks are in short supply right now, what with the extra holiday expenses and the lingering effect of the Great Recession. But that's when these good Samaritans need you the most.
You see, animals, lots of animals, get turned into the streets by their owners when these owners fall upon the kind of hard times any economic down-turn delivers. As a result animal shelters around the nation are coping with a flood tide of animals, all needing a home and usually some medical care, too.
These animals need you... they need you to drop by and take one into your good home and heart.
They need you to give a little, just a little, because together that will deliver so much.
I'm sending my own check... in memory of my "Old Yeller"... because I couldn't sleep tonight if I didn't... with the knowledge that as a result some boy or girl will find their own "Old Yeller" in a shelter, helped and comforted by some of the good people who dish out kindness every day, not death. Such people need all the help they can get with all the dogs, cats, birds and horses they've got... until that magic moment when that animal and their rescuer connect. Your contribution means these animals get the time and attention they need until you arrive!
As for the Arizona Humane Society, why they hired Stacy Pearson, public relations professional, to help deal with the colossal damage the agency and its thoughtless personnel created for themselves. They set up an account funded by donations to be used in emergencies and for those without funds, people like Daniel Dockery. And they decided, after all, to accept credit card payments by phone. And so in the usual fashion, some good has come out of so much, so thoughtless bad. Thus the outrage to Scruffy the cat helps the very people who killed him. They got the second chance they denied Scruffy... and we must take our good news these often dismal days when and where we can find it.
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About the Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Republished with author's permission by Lawrence Rinke http://ActionEqualsProfit.com. Check out Commission AutoPilot -> http://silver45b.comauto.hop.clickbank.net
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