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I've worked as a registered nurse for the last 30 years but my love and dream has always been helping animals. For the last couple of years I've worked helping out various pet rescue and transport groups on the West Coast. In the process I've met some amazing people who have the same love for animals as I myself have. My dream is to someday open up an animal sanctuary for abused and abandoned pets.
I currently run a company that donates money to various pet shelters and organizations through it's sales of gift baskets for pets. If you're interested in getting a gift for your pet and would like part of the proceeds to go to a pet shelter or organization of your choice you can find my company at www.preciouspetbaskets.com
IF YOU'RE A RESCUE GROUP, SHELTER, OR ANY OTHER PET ORGANIZATION AND CHOOSE TO READ ONLY ONE THING ON THIS PAGE, PLEASE READ THIS!
I recently had a rescue set up in California that we arrived to late on. It hurts having this happen. Seeing the stories of other pets looking for homes on various rescue group pages on myspace brings tears to my eyes as I'm sure it does many others. Whether you decide you'd like to work along with us or not, these pets are desperately in need of homes. I want to help give them a chance for a home and family to call their own.What I'd like to do is set up a list of rescue groups, shelters, and organizations in various areas across the country on my webpage. This hopefully makes it easier for people to look up pets when they choose to adopt one. It also gives pets that desperately need a home a chance to have one. If you are interested in being added to the web page drop me an email and let me know so I can get your information. Again you do not have to choose to work with us to be added to the list although we are happy to work with anyone for this cause. Best wishes.
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Helping Shelters and Animal Rescue groups. Working to make the world a better place for the pets that love us. Stories such as the following are the reason we do what we do.

A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan took out a $7000 full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of his community. It really touched my heart and I hope it will yours too.

How Could You? By Jim Willis 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I "was bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose.

I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness.

You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."

You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream ... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room.

She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her.

The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. The End....

A note from the author...

If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly owned pets who die each year in American and Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.

Please use it to help educate, on websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

I'd like to meet:

I'd like to meet others who are also fighting against animal cruelty and abuse. This includes animal shelters, rescue groups, and any other groups that are against animal cruelty, especially groups that need or accept donations. If anyone out there works for a shelter or rescue group and would like help raising donations please let me know or contact me for more information. You can also check out my blog "What We Do and How We Can Help..." for more information about how we can work together to stop animal cruelty. If it's something that you're interested in my contact information is there and you're welcome to call anytime.If you find us through one of the numerous rescue groups out there and decide you'd like to purchase a pet gift basket let us know which group you found us through so we can make sure they get the donation.If there is anything else we can help the various groups with such as putting up a bulletin or add on Myspace or our website let us know. We believe one voice can raise awareness but to truely stop animal cruelty, and get donations going to where they need to go, we all need to work together towards this great cause.

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What we do, and how we can help your rescue group, shelter, or organization

Precious Pet Baskets      Dear Reader,   I've worked with several rescue groups over the last couple of years, rescuing pets from high kill shelters and transporting them to new ...
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We've recently been working with Dawn Beuth of the Schnauzer Rescue Group here in Las Vegas and will be attending events with them this fall to help them raise donations for their pet rescues and adop...
Posted by Precious Pets on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 12:06:00 PST