Pet Food: The Truth

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I just read about a recent, hour-long conversation between the FDA and Susan Thixton of the Association for Truth in Pet Food about the use of adulterated ingredients in pet food.  As Susan stated, “furious doesn’t even explain it.”

Here are two statements I must share, and they were taken directly from the conversation link above:

  1.  “The FDA openly admitted they will continue to allow pet food to violate federal law.”
  2. “The simple truth of this situation: with the aid of FDA, the pet food industry is allowed to make billions of dollars each year selling adulterated pet foods to unknowing consumers, and pets are dying because of it.”

This is precisely the reason for Little Man’s Law.  PLEASE sign my petition to require pet food companies to label all pet food products containing adulterated ingredients.  Do it for ALL of our furbabies.

Their lives depend on it.

Jonny

 

“Just Animals?”

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DindimJoao Pereira de Souza and Dindim

I have a severe dislike of the phrase, “just animals.”  I often wonder why a comparison to animals always seems to imply that animals are somehow so far beneath humans as to deserve no more concern than a rock at the bottom of a river.

So I decided to share some interesting stories about a few creatures who are anything but just animals.

Take the photo above for example.  A penguin named Dindim travels thousands of miles every year to visit the man who saved him.  His is a wonderful story.

And how about Togo and Balto?  They were just two of the many sled dogs to participate in the 1925 serum run to Nome, Alaska.  Without their help, an entire village of Alaskans could have been wiped out.

Then there’s Cher Ami, a carrier pigeon, who was responsible for saving the lives of 194 men during WWI.

And I haven’t mentioned the thousands of military and police working dogs who save lives every single day, or the story of the mother cat who ran into a burning building time and time again to save her kittens.  She was severely burned as a result, but she got it done.

So the next time you hear someone refer to animals with a condescending tone, just remember that, “… man hath no preeminence above a beast.” (Eccl 3:19)

Still think they’re just animals?

The “Pet of the Year” Trophy

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Trophy 22016 Pet of the Year Award

Ok, a photographer I’m not, but I thought this was worth a picture.

This trophy was delivered last week, and it’s one of the nicest trophies I’ve ever seen.  It stands about 19 inches tall, is apparently made of solid steel, and weighs about 10 lbs.  A certificate is also on the way.  I’m told it will read:

‘2016 Pet of the Year’ Award

Presented to

‘Mighty Little Man’

‘Little Man’, a male domestic house cat, (owner Jonny Payne), survived a combined total of eighteen events and ailments, over half of which were life-threatening, during his thirteen year life-span. He has three world records from WRA, is the namesake of his own book and proposed legislation in the USA (‘Little Man’s Law’), and is an inspiration to us all.
    The ‘Pet of the Year’ is awarded in appreciation to our furry and feathered friends who perform incredible acts of kindness, bravery, and loyalty.  World Record Academy has chosen ‘Little Man’ as the recipient of the ‘2016 Pet of the Year’ Award for his exceptional accomplishments.

Well done, Little Man.  Daddy loves you.

“I will always try to be Ugly.”

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Ugly

This picture has been floating around the internet for a while.  I’ve seen it several times, but every time I came across it, I either didn’t take the time to read the story or I couldn’t get it to open.  It was my loss.

While the origin and author of this story are unknown, the message is loud and clear, especially the last line.  I felt I had no choice but to share it in its entirety, unedited, just the way I found it:

“Everyone in the apartment complex where I lived knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love.
The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye and where the other should have been was a hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.
Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped type, except for the sores covering his head, neck and even his shoulders. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!”
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around your feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor’s huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly, I thought.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear – Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful .
He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.
Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.”