It is a bit late perhaps – the calendar says its the 20th – but Tia always likes to say goodbye properly to those who are now waiting on the Rainbow Bridge. (God, I hope there is one)
Chester and Millie. They sure as hell are not on the bridge as their Dad had been camped out waiting for years. We miss you though, you great drooling, smelly, farting lumps.
Gabriella and Callaghan, Barely three years old and a huge shock. They deteriorated rapidly and slipped through our fingers.
The garage lot. We know that sooner rather than later we will lose them but it still hurts so much. Danni with his rotting feet, Lewis and Ross. It is a bit quieter without the last it has to be admitted. Don’t bite the angels will you, or you might end up somewhere hot! We miss the unarmed combat in the mornings.
Beauty, 31 year old shire and Ana, a gypsy cob who was too weak to make it. In fact too many gypsy cobs too mention. Foals too weak to stand, horrific neglect, some dying before we had time to name them. Also this week, Gentle Jack. His send off was filled with love.
More doves courtesy of the buzzard.
Finally on a lighter note, the old white van was put out of its misery. Any one unfortunate to suffer permanent injury from its dubious suspension will be pleased to hear that the ‘Chicken Run’ toys and the book “Kilted Yoga” were safely transferred to the new charabanc prior to the low loader arriving. We had a lump in our throats.
Her end was pain free.
Forgive us, we have been run off our slingbacks these past few weeks. Having our hands full with the Sheffield 13, our focus has slipped a bit regarding our manners. We’ll address that now.
I would like to personally thank all of our volunteers for their unfailing support over the year and particularly of late. I am well aware that this sounds like the usual end of year message but it is true. We simply could not do it without you guys rising to the occasion time and time again, New Years Day being a textbook example. The usual suspects teamed up with newer faces, all coming to bale us out when hangovers rendered some crucial people missing in action.
Tia Rescue has a back bone of supporters that other rescues would give their right arm for. Possessing a huge range of skills, they stay the course and accept that sometimes we fail to give credit where it is undoubtedly due. A friend and I once tried to calculate how many greyhound rescues are no longer around and lost count. The crippling costs in effort, finance and heartbreak takes its toll. If every dog in our kennel found a home, we could fill it again within a week. That is what we are up against and it won’t get any easier.
Take the Xmas Tree Festival folk. Every year without fanfare, Zak’s slaves buy a tree in their local church as do other charities and then supporters get together and use it as a means of fund raising and promoting their chosen charity. This year they have raised £334.54 which is the highest they have done and I think they quite enjoyed chatting to people about owning a greyhound. This amount is over triple that of their nearest animal rescue, the RSPCA. Can you imagine that! Talk about David and Goliath.
We are an independent Yorkshire based charity (only just, Nottinghamshire is a field away),yet our tribe come from all over the UK. Emails fly between people who know each other well, though have never met. Others alert us to situations, frequently saving the life of an animal which we then forget to let them know the outcome. To all those who do this task, we thank you. So many dogs and horses are saved this way. Another no-drama group are the Social Sunday walkers, who quietly fly the flag whilst socialising the new arrivals, forging new contacts and promoting the breed. They epitomise our type of supporter; they just do it.
Perhaps this above all is what makes you all so special. Just getting on with it and not for Brownie points, likes, virtue signalling or playing to the gallery. God knows some of you should have a medal simply for putting up with me.
So to all the backroom lot, you know who you are…….
my deep deep thanks.
Winnie is the first of the Sheffield 13 well enough to go into a foster home. Here she is last week being picked up… onwards and upwards girl.
So this probably wasn’t what Charles Dickens had in mind when he wrote the first line of ‘A Tale of Two Cities’, but….
Facebook’s a strange place; giving everyone and anyone a voice means you get all kinds of funny people spouting all kinds of rubbish (not on the Tia facebook page of course. Well…. most of the time). It’s easy to forget there are still decent people out there talking sense.
We came across this comment on our facebook page, and it sums up precisely how we feel about greyhound welfare 20 years into the 21st century.
It is a pitiful disgrace that we can put a man on the moon & instantly FaceTime people on the other side of the world; yet, in this day & age, Greyhounds are not provided with the same degree of legal protection, nor expectation of high standards of day to day welfare and veterinary care, given to other breeds of dogs. This is not rocket science – it’s common sense!
Q. When is a “dog not a dog” ? ….
A. When it is a “greyhound”.
It’s about time that things changed …. it’s 2020!
Wunderdog, the magazine/website focusing on rescue dogs, have recently visited Tia to talk us about the life of rescue greyhounds and the work being done by Tia. Click here to read the article.