This week Kate and Charli have given us the prompt of animal rescue for this week’s 99 word flash. My first rescue was Trog the cat. Her mother had been shot and her less than four week old kittens were struggling for life. The only one we could get near was Trog, named as we were looking for trogladyte fossils at the time. If any animal could have turned us off animal rescue it was her. We haven’t had a cat since. Despite her vicious nature she loved us and we loved her (preferably from a distance). She couldn’t help her attacks.Her siblings hadn’t taught her the difference between stimulation to kill or to love they were both the same to her. Purring for both, sinking her teeth into the bone for both also.
Snowflake had a gammy leg and no-one wanted her. I don’t know that we so much rescued her as our local farmer mentor saw us as the suckers who would give the animal a home. Us or a bullet. She too was a little too quick with her back leg kicks and biting with her aging yellow teeth.
The wallabies mother had been killed by a car and rescued from the pouch. Luckily she was an older joey as I didn’t fancy the method for a younger one attached to the teat. Here we would have had to operate and cut the teat off to bring the joey out. Removing it from the mouth when it was firmly attached causes lasting problems and sometimes renders the animal incapable of sucking and eating again. We also rescued snakes and flying foxes and sugar gliders whilst we had the farm. On each occasion we passed the animal on to the local expert from WIRES (Wildlife rescue). Most of these animals are not allowed to be kept domestically without a permit and we certainly didn’t have the specialised knowledge required.
Both of our latest dogs were rescue dogs. Zack dying just last week and is sorely missed but we wouldn’t have been without his company and the joy he gave us for quids. Bundy after a few days mourning is bouncing back making us laugh at his antics.
My flash is about another animal we rescued.
“I have to turn round and get him off the road.”
“No. You’ll kill us and I don’t want to see it run over just as we get there.”
The car turns arriving at the tortoise just as a car comes from the other direction. It runs over the shell now stationary in the centre of the road. Arms, legs and head all pulled in for safety. I jump out and grab him.
“His shell’s cracked in half. He’s going to die.”
“No he won’t. I’ll save him.”
Once home Roger fibreglassed the shell making it intact. It lived.
My husband is a softer touch than me when it comes to animals and I was so glad this worked. It was certain death without an intact shell otherwise.
June 10, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about an animal rescue. It can be a typical dog or cat rescue from the pound, or helping a critter less fortunate. Go where the prompt leads you.
Respond by June 16, 2015 to be included in the weekly compilation.Rules are here. All writers are welcome!