I have been wanting and meaning to write this for the longest time but I had to wait until a day that I’m not too emotional about it. If I had to write my absolutely true feelings there would be many a swear word and that is just not proper.
My mom and dad are very involved at the SPCA. They are not employed by the SPCA. They do it out of the love for the animals. Love that most of us (including me) don’t understand. We all love our animals. We all take care of them. (Hopefully. I you don’t you are a podex)
They care more. Do more. Most of us sit on Facebook, saying how horrible animal abusers are but do we do anything? Most of us don’t do anything. We just sit and comment and while we DO get upset, we don’t DO anything.
My mom and dad do. They are amazing. My dad does physical work that most young men won’t. My mom is constantly busy trying to find homes for the animals dropped off there to die. They put their money where their mouths are.
Yes, that’s why some people drop them off. The dog is old and they want the dog to be put to sleep. REALLY! Do you really think your 10-year-old dog will be better off in a cage, hoping that you will come back to fetch it and then be put down without you? Really? You must be some kind of special stupid.
Yet, my mom and dad spends time with those dogs. Take them out into the husky run so that they can stretch their legs, feel the sun and get some love.
They are not alone in what they do. You do get others who are angels and help as well but they are extremely few and far between.
I’m thankful that in a small way my children are a part of it as well. They will help over weekends. The homeschoolers go to give them treats of take them out to play. They know each and every dog and it breaks them to pieces when after months and months that dog has to be put to sleep. PTS because a puppy was chosen, instead of him. PTS because his owner didn’t want him anymore. PTS and not knowing what he did wrong. PTS and my children’s hearts break just a little bit more.
But yes, please continue breeding. That R6 000 you make out of your dog every six months must make you feel good. Oh you love your dog so much. You take such good care of your dog. Well, I’m happy for you. Also for your dog but do the maths. In a year’s time there will be 48 dogs. 48 dogs from just one mom in one year. That is IF every bitch has only 3 puppies. Will all of them be loved or will they end up in the shelter because wake up call, they DO end up in the shelter. Pure bred Yorkies, Pekinese, Jack Russel, Labrador, Boerboel….all of them. They end up in a shelter. So YOUR dog may be loved but I can tell you now that along the way one of them will end up at a shelter. Yes, you choose the perfect homes for the puppies of YOUR dog but do those new owners do the same? Or the owners of their dog’s puppies? Stop being so idiotic. Go to the SPCA. Get involved. Have your heart broken and that of those poor innocent dogs and then decided to breed.
I actually wanted to say thanks. Thank you Mom and Dad. Thank you for being the amazing people who you are. Thank you for teaching my children to love just that little bit more than most people do. Thank you for being there for those animals. Thank you for trying so hard to find them new homes.
Just thank you.
You are amazing.
Sorry if you were on the road and saw two white vehicles way over the speed limit. It was us.
After getting a heart-stopping call from my mom with her crying and screaming that she was in, we didn’t know if she was being attacked or fell or cut herself or bleeding to death. We did not know.
We had to get there immediately. That’s all we knew. (I beat Tommie BTW)
It took us two minutes.
My poor mom fell in the bathroom and hit her head against the corner of the wall. Fell on her elbow as well. Stitches in her head and elbow and sore all over.
I’m just glad it wasn’t too serious.
Glad she is okay.
I have often mentioned how lucky my boys are to have my parents as their grandparents.
It is clear from the photos that they are always there. Be it for rugby, cricket, hockey, tennis, choir or awards evenings. They miss nothing.
On Wednesday Jason and I were driving to his cricket game when we spoke about Oupa who is on his way to join us and poor Ouma who can’t due to her excruciating neck pain. We were talking about their support, when Jason said :
You know Mom. They will support anything we do…. Even if our sport was to count grass. Oupa would be “No Jason, that’s a weed! Don’t count it” and Ouma will say “Go Jay, only two thousand to go!”
Is true. They will be there regardless of what they do.
This is an amazing story that should have been told a long long time ago. Now it is with sadness that I do it.
Someone found a little Indian Myna in the street. Probably hit by a car (or so it seems). He/she was still very much just a baby. This person took the little bird under their wing, so to speak.
In time though the little one flew over the wall and just “adopted” my mom. He was free to go where he wanted but preferred to sleep inside the house. Eventually he made a little nest for himself in my mom’s bathroom.
The relationship was so special. He would come and go as he wishes but once every hour of half an hour, he would fly through the house, looking for my mom. He would sit on her arm like a bracelet. She could move her arm and he would just hold on. His food was here, he knew when my mom called Sophie to give him bread. He would fly straight to the kitchen.
My mom loved him and the feeling seemed very much mutual. My mom is such a caring person and he was a part of the family for almost a year. He didn’t like me though and would constantly tell me to “stop it”.
Unfortunately three weeks ago, he went missing. He was still in my mom’s house at 4 pm and just never came back. We don’t know if he was killed or if he is now being kept in a cage.
My mom would be okay with him being dead, since he really did have the perfect life for a year. However if he has to be in a cage, it would kill her (and him) He is used to being free and was petrified of even just being closed in the room.
My mom put flyers up and even advertised in the newspaper. We had some people offering their Indian Myna’s for her to take care of. People worried about Myna’s being kept in cages.
However, my mom got one sms yesterday from Tonie Meiring that was so upsetting. He basically told her that they are pests and he hopes that Piet went back to India with his whole family. That if she had any knowledge of birds, she would now that they kill our own birds.
Well, he just doesn’t get it. It’s not about the fact that it’s an Indian Myna. It’s about the fact that the bird that she loves is now missing. Her knowledge about birds (especially since my dad is involved in bird atlassing) is probably more than his anyway. Still , her ad in the newspaper was not about saving the Myna race but the fact that she was looking for her bird. Regardless of what type.
I sent him an sms (cause no-one will upset my mother like that) and in the end he call me trash. Lovely. For someone who is a DA counsellor that’s pretty sweet.
No-one calls me trash, Tonie. I don’t care how involved you are in the community. You have no regard for someone else’s feeling. She is already upset, no need for you to make it worse.
I was raised with “if you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything.” Maybe you should look into that.
So many things came to mind this morning.
The one thing was that my boys make me proud in so many different ways.
Quintus was willing to run the 800 meter race with his friend, so that the friend wouldn’t have to worry about running at the back by himself. They decided to just do it together.
Jason ran the 1 200 meter and was last right from the start. He never stopped though. Never gave up. So many kids weren’t even willing to run. Or would have given up. He didn’t. He makes me proud.
Zander gave it his all this morning. And did it with a smile. Unfortunately a little boy ran into his lane on the second race and totally upset him. He finished though. Still giving it his best. Only crying once he saw Quintus.
The other thing is how blessed we are.
My mom and dad came to support the boys. They sat on those hard pavilion even though my dad hurt his neck and my mom is going for a hip replacement next week. My brother and sister-in-law stayed to watch each if the boys run. We have the best family.
When you are 5 years old and don’t feel too well.
When it’s very cold outside and you don’t want to go to school.
Where’s the best place to be?
In Ouma and Oupa’s bed of course!!!
So we are on holiday. We decided that we’d still go away. Bella is in hospital being taken care of VERY well.
I wish I could be with her every single day but in reality I cant’
The boys are loving it. We have a flat where you can hear the waves break on the shore and better even SEE them lol
We are very close to the actually main beach and go up and down all the time.
I had to laugh at Jason when he spoke to my mom last night.
“Ouma. I don’t know what it is but I think it’s once the adults get out of the sea, the waves are bigger!” So cute.
Zander was really upset last night. He missed his brother (cried for a long time after we left yesterday morning) and then he missed his Ouma. Thankfully, with Skype, he spent an hour or two talking to my mom and then finally he had Ouma sitting at the computer, with the laptop facing him, so that he can fall asleep with Ouma close to him. Shame ….
and isn’t my mom just amazing!