I am sure you all remember little (Prince) Harry. I rescued Harry from Short Street when I saw the little guy hungry and limping. He was very skinny, and had a limp and didn't grab him the first day, but thank God he was at this spot the next, and I scooped him up. He was immediately friendly, and hungry as I brought him home and made a little nest for him in my tiny bathroom. I had recently become friends with the head of Four Legged Friends, a wonderful rescue group, and they offered to take Harry into their foster system if I could care for him after his neutering and x-rays of his fracture. I did, he became instant buddies with the others in the house. He was ready to go to a new home when after another check up and x-ray, it was discovered that his hip was completed detached and will undergo surgery next Monday for femoral head removal, whatever that is. Four Legged Friends is hoping to raise $800 for Harry's surgery, so what I am asking is that if anyone can spare $10 or $20 or whatever they can afford to my "Chip In", I will donate this to his surgery. Please note that what you see I've raised, I've spent the in my Chip In over a month ago, and I appreciate those that donated so much, words cannot properly convey. I can't begin anew until the goal is reached (really $80). You can also go directly to their website to donate at http://www.4-leggedfriends.net/. This wonderful rescue group needs it. I have asked the head of the group to please let me know any more details she can on the surgery. Thank you ahead of time for your thoughtful donations. If it weren't for this group, Harry wouldn't be with us if it depended on my financial resources.
As I mentioned in Saturday's post, about the homeless man sleeping on a porch that I feed at, I said I was going to bring a sandwich to him and leave on Sunday, Mothers Day, if he were there. Well, I made two bologna sandwiches before I left the house, placed in a bag with a bottle of water, and sure enough, the man was there. After trying to say hello to him, and seeing he was obviously sleeping under the blanket I had left for him days earlier, I set the bag down beside him and left. But just before I left, I studied this man for a brief second, and noticed he had grey hair. I felt so bad for him, wondering what his life was like, what he would do and where he would go after the morning wore on. He was there again this morning, completely covered under the blanket, and when I said hello, he spoke back, but wouldn't remove the blanket covering his head. I asked him if he was ok, and he replied yes. I told him I was just feeding the kitties, he replied back OK. I can't imagine the emotions that one must feel to be in this situation. I will be bringing him another sandwich tomorrow, with a bottle of water. I wish I could do more.
"I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow,
but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing"
Prayers for Thunder!!
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