January 21, 2010

It's either these 4 pups are surrendered

to SPCA. Or we give it a try, to get them a home. If not all 4, then at least 1.

Right this moment, many many young lives are being born or weaned, while old lives are slumbered in rest. Life and death, a continuous cycle. The only difference? Where you are born.

Big Boy Russell (Rusty)

2nd boy - Ray

Girl - Little Anne

Girl - Little Beth

These 4 pups are born in a farm where there are a few wary females and males, uncatchable. Home for these 4 pups is a wet, dirty, gritty ground between slabs of bricks, under a container. As they grow and get more playful, the farm area is unsafe with vehicles coming to and fro.

Home for now

We will try to rehome them. If not 4, then at least 1. In the reality of stray work with limited resources and very few people stepping forward to adopt, despite varying opinions and statements, unwanted puppies are surrendered to SPCA.

* Pls email us at projectjkteam@yahoo.com.sg only if you've experience with local breeds/big dogs, and have thought thru entirely about the difficult phase of looking after a very young pup - the whining, nipping, pee/poo-ing all over the place etc.. - and the 10-15 years lifelong commitment to a full grown adult dog. No matter what.

We hope u understand the difficulties involved in rehoming, and that we only want the best for these animals.

* Pls also email us if you can support with donations, dog food, neem/tea tree oil and sprays, thank you.

* Local breeds/mongrels grow to be medium-sized dogs and are not legally allowed in HDBs.

January 18, 2010

Early in the morning on the way out yesterday, I stumbled on a black mass lying motionless on the street. I didn't need to examine further to know with ominous certainty that it was the neighbourhood Blacky all right. Blacky -- the female street cat we had tried to catch when her caregiver sounded out to us that she was suffering from conjunctivitis. Red sore eyes. We could see so clearly from afar that her eyes were infected and in need of medical attention. We used cat traps, waited for hours for her, peeked beneath vehicles, tiptoed to her quietly, lured her with different food baits, but like many strays, Blacky eluded us. She longed to be her carefree self, going only to humans (her elderly feeder) for food.

About a year ago when C the cat hoarder moved out, Blacky was one of the handful left behind the vacated house when her owner could not house and take care of so many. While some were caught by pest control after adjacent neighbours quickly seized the opportunity to complain about the cats left unattended, Blacky was smart enough to explore the area behind C's house. She took shelter at an abandoned duplex for many months, quietly sleeping there and also met with our elderly feeder who decided to place food along the pavement for Blacky.

Blacky was the the human-wary sort. She took on a stance of either complete ignorance of passer-bys or scampering quickly to underneath cars when humans approached. But patiently and loyally, she would wait out at the feeding spot under some random foliage and hoped in the heart of hearts that no one would hurl a stone at her, stamp their feet so loudly to scare her or upturn her water bowl. Those were our hopes too.

Then, as if part of Singapore's waves of urban residential property redevelopment, the empty house where Blacky stayed was rapidly torn down and workers' quarters, piling materials and the intermittent crane replaced the plot. Blacky was evicted and was found more often than not seeking shelter in the vicinity of the feeding spot (the pavement), what choice did she have?

According to the feeder, she would sometimes be pursued maliciously by an alpha ginger cat, or hissed at and intimidated by other gungho males who followed the feeder to her spots. Blacky did put on a little bit of weight from the good nutrition, but as time wore on, I realised she was less adept to responding to sudden motions or sounds. Her deteriorating eyesight impaired a fraction of her agility and nimbleness. The delayed turn of her head, the contortion of her nose to sniff out her surroundings more deeply... I guess these were signs people who observe cats long enough could tell from. Blacky's reactions were a tad awkward, if I may so say.

And perhaps because of such handicap, in the wee hours of Sunday morning, Blacky was knocked down by a speeding vehicle travelling downslope along the street. When I found her, her body laid motionless on the concrete of the street. Her eyeballs were ejected, the subsequent cars must have continued to roll over her.

But her body was intact. Fresh, yet bludgeoned by machines without respect and regard. I had a blue towel in the car, so I wrapped her up in it. My heart teared a drop.

Finally, for the first time, I could lay my hands on Blacky. No longer to give her medical attention, but to grant her some peace, respect and dignity.

We buried Blacky in the caregiver's backyard. Her body covered in the same blue towel.

Uncontrollably, our 80+ caregiver burst into sobs. The demise of the one she cared for and loved. While passbys judged and condemned.

"Remain positive for the rest of the cats." All I could force myself to tell her.

Blacky was nobody's child, but our caregiver gave her the love and warmth she snugly burrowed in.

Blacky, about to be buried

Her body seems microscopic in the richness of the earth

Covered and compacted. In shalom peace you rest, Blacky.

January 10, 2010

Video of Little Oliver

Evidence that he can climb out of his bathtub-bed and able and willing to climb back in. :)

Video link (take by his foster): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17XHDARhozI

January 7, 2010

Little Oliver has left the construction site

An eventful day. With 3 dogs sent to the vet for sterilisation, we were later informed by workers at a construction site that there is a puppy.

When I walked further into the site, I was saddened to see a very young pup, lying lifeless beneath a bench. His neck area was wet with an unknown substance. Fleas crawling all over his baby face and worms made his little tummy appear bulging like a sack. He looked weak and sick, and could bearly walk, stumbling as he tried to get up.

Once we brought him into the car, his hunger drove him to sniff out the box of char siew bao we had, his weak little body suddenly alive cos his hunger was so strong, he used his little strength to paddle towards the scent. He ate and drank, clearly his last meal was very long ago. We then took him to the vet to be treated for fleas and dewormed. And he later came home with me.

Although I had only known him for a few hours, this little boy has a loyal heart. He at times turns back to look at me with his puppy-round eyes. And when I placed him on the sofa or floor to lie down, he will look up at me, and moved to place his head on my lap, or just his body next to me. He comes when I call. And he sits still to be wiped clean. He even knows to poo on the newspaper!

This boy has won my heart. And we have decided to give him a second chance. He will grow up to be a medium sized dog. We are looking for someone who is familiar with local breeds and is willing and able to raise up a very young pup, who may whine and cry at night (but he will stop as soon as you place him near you), needs to be trained and forgiven for his puppy mistakes for now.

Someone who understands the commitment to the lifetime of an animal. Pls email us at projectjkteam@yahoo.com.sg to discuss more on a little special boy I think I will name Oliver, maybe? Little Ollie.

To support Little Oliver's second chance in life, pls donate to POSB Savings 108-15188-9. If you would like to donate puppy milk formula, puppy kibbles (we're giving him Natural Balance puppy kibbles now) or pee pads, pls email us at projectjkteam@yahoo.com.sg . Thank you.

Project JK's Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#/album.php?aid=188688&id=185453072387&ref=mf

"I take up compassion

and surrender my excuses.
I stand against injustice
and commit to live out simple acts of God's love.
I refuse to do nothing.
This is my resolve."

A quote I read and remember. My resolve.

January 6, 2010

6 dogs in 2 days and counting....

Gerry and Georgie waiting to be sterilised.

New girl was found to be on heat, with the help of a farm worker, she was also taken in to be sterilised.

Going back the next day

Ready to go back to their site after surgery

New girl is shy and chose to sit at my feet

Familiar smells...

And back she goes to the farm where she came from. Keep safe, New Girl.

Female Corgi-cross living at a kelong, on her way to be sterilised

Lost and found Terrier-cross on his way to be sterilised.

* We seek your support in all these sterilisation costs and more to come. Donations can be made to POSB Savings 108-15188-9.

Each surgery is a determination of a pup-free female dog, and a relief on the part of stray-carers who may be physically/financially unable to undertaking sterilisation plans on their own.

More sterilisations. Fewer pups. Fewer strays. Fewer unneccesary killing of innocent lives.

It is a simple conclusion. Let's keep it going.

January 2, 2010

A morning with the dogs

Favourite spot for a shade

Sweet Jonah

A good bath for Jordan