HOW DOG BECAME MAN'S BEST FRIEND:
When the Earth was young and when man was still in Eden but was preparing to leave, God watched with the furry little critter that had followed Him all day asking questions about. "Why are the humans leaving, God?" "Where will they go?" "Who will look out for them?"
This little one was one of God's favorites and had yet to be named. Because of his wonderful spirit and the compassion and love he showed, both man and God wanted a magnificent name for him. As yet, nothing seemed right for this one animal and God favored him because of his innate sense of right and wrong and his compassion and loyalty. He stayed close to God along with many other beautiful creatures like Unicorns. God had decided to keep His favorites in Paradise when man left, and this little one was asking so many questions all day.
Finally the time came for man to leave and the little animal asked again: "God, who will look out for man?" God responded that man had chosen to have free will and to look out for himself, but he would take all the things he had been given with him and God would always be nearby to listen.
The little animal looked up at God with huge brown eyes and said: "Will he make it?" God responded that He hoped so. He hoped He had given him enough compassion and love to make the right choices throughout his life so he could one day return to Paradise.
"What about all the animals that are going with man?" the little animal asked.
God explained that He had instructed man to care for them and to look out for them, and again He hoped man was strong enough to use his gift of freewill to always do right, especially by these most precious, living gifts he had been given.
God and the animal watched as the ground beneath them separated and nothing but space time and water began to separate them from man and the animals that were going with him. Suddenly, the little animal jumped up and said: "I must go and look out for him, God. I must be there to care for him." and he leapt the great abyss that had come to separate, just barely making it to the side of man, wagging his tail as man stroked his head gently.
God stood for a moment in disbelief that the little animal had been so brave. Then He cried out: "Be careful little friend. Man has freewill, you are at his mercy... but I will give you a name to always remind man of what you are to him. You are the mirror image of Me and My love for him and may he always treat you well and with honor and respect, my little DOG."
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Charity's Law
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With the Benefit so close, we will be sharing the story for those who do not know. Thank You for bearing with us and for your prayers, love and support. YOU SUSTAIN US.
Additionally, we badly need donations right now. Recent medical expenses for the dogs (Faith and Persephone especially) have cleaned us out; and, our own medical expenses with Jerry’s recent illness have prevented us from donating the amount we normally give to the rescue each month. Our funds are very close to GONE, and we do not want to have to turn an animal away in need of care. For those who can give, the Pay Pal link is:
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My name is Charity. Though I did not know or understand when I was first born, because of my breed (APBT) I was born considered “guilty” of some unknown crime by many. I was one of a litter of several and knew nothing of the world or the people in it. I knew my mother and warmth and hunger. I knew one day something was wrong when I was ripped from my mother with two of my sisters.
We were hurt in ways we did not understand and could not make sense of what was wanted or expected of us. You see, we were born American Pit Bull Terriers and those who may not understand; we are a very loyal breed. We want only to please those who feed and care for us. Ideally, we would be nurtured and our sharp instincts used for wonderful things, like rescuing small children who have wandered away from a campground, or tunneling through debris at a World Trade Center when bad men do horrid things. But I was born into a world that does not understand us. The most decorated military dog ever was my kind, and now... well... now some people want to kill us all because of the things men do with us.
I am not so sure what it is that makes people hate us so. I know we grow into dogs with a powerful bite and we can do a lot of damage. But, basically, we will do what it is we are trained to do. If we are with a kind person, and we learn kindness from an early age, we can be the best friends ever. Some of us have an instinct that makes us what is called animal aggressive, and I know that is not such a good thing when we need to get along in a family. I was never aggressive. I never harmed anyone or anything... and neither did my two sisters, Faith and Hope. But because of what we are, bad people like to take us and make us do bad things. And those bad people make a lot of other humans hate us for what we are trained to do.
But that is another story, sort of... though that story is the reason why things happened to us as they did. Our birth was brought about by one of those bad people with bad intentions. And the more people hate us, the more those bad people want us and the worse they treat us. And it is ok because we are just “Pit Bulls” and “Dumb Dogs.” They do not seem to understand that we feel pain, we feel when someone hates us, and we do not want to be hurt.
So ... that is the world we were born into, but we did not understand all of that then. We just understood we had been ripped from our mother; we could not eat because we had no teeth; and, worse ... the man who bred us had a teenage son that was doing really bad things to us. I later learned that it was called sexual molestation, sodomy, or bestiality. I just knew that it hurt and I could hear my sisters crying when he would hurt them.
Faith was so small and I tried really hard to protect her. I cannot tell you how many times this happened, though it could not have been many or we would not have lived. But it was enough to hurt us. One day the boy was seen hurting us and his father saw what was happening too. He rushed us to this place called the County Animal Shelter. I think we were supposed to be killed there and no one would ever question what happened, because most “Pits” that go into a place like that do not come out alive.
But this was a good place with people who did care. The man told them the big dog down the road had “gotten to us.” I guess they figured that is how we got all those bite marks all over our bodies where the other dogs were allowed to hurt us. But they noticed there that we were very, very still, huddled together ... and we would not eat. I was very worried about my sisters. And they seemed to look to me. Then this woman and man came and got us and took us to a place called The Eagle’s Den.
After that, things changed. They call it rescue, and I am glad we were rescued. I wish all of my kind could be because it gives us a chance. But... anyway... we saw a vet and he sort of guessed at what had happened to us. But the man was not punished, nor his son. All I know is there is something called an investigation into all those bad people and they really want to catch them all. They should. And I hope one day there will be some justice for me and my sisters. But the people will have to work that out because well... we are just dogs. And our story has not ended.
Well, mine has, at least there where it hurt every time I went to the bathroom, but where life was so good I did not let on that I was hurting. You see, one day when I was 6 months old, I just felt funny and then I went to sleep. I can remember wet tears on my face as the man and woman held me and I knew they were going to try and save me again. But I was just so tired. After having been in pain for so long and knowing my sisters were I just went to sleep. I was in a coma for a very brief time and that is when my “mom and dad” held me close and told me if I was tired and if it was too hard to fight, I could let go and rest. They promised they would love me forever as their tears wet my face. They also promised they would take care of Hope and Faith and fight for justice for all animals. I finally could be free from the pain and the torture that had plagued me since I was first abused. I went to sleep at long last and came to a place called Rainbow Bridge.
It is very nice here. I have a lot of friends here. There are all kinds of dogs and many of my kind, many that were hurt like I was, and killed. And I can watch over Faith and Hope here. They have had surgery now to help them. After I came here everyone knew we were not alright. We were rambunctious pups, yes. And we were scared pups because of all we went through. All we really wanted was a friend and to play and be happy.
I am rooting for Faith and Hope now and I watch over them from here. They had the first surgery they needed to fix the pain. They may not understand the pain they are in right now, but it will get better now. People care so it will get better.
There are a lot of people upset because of what happened to us. And I am very glad they are upset. If I could tell them anything that would help: make it stop; but not just this man. Make it all stop. Get the people who make laws to write some that will protect us. What happened to us is against the law. That is a fact. But there are no federal laws to help us, and they get away with it time and again.
Anyone who wants to see how often this happens, just type the word Canine sexual molestation into your computers and look. But you only see the cases that get reported. And not much happens in those cases. Even when they kill us, not much happens. So if you want to help, if you want it to stop ... there is only one way. Make it illegal all over the United States. Make uniform laws so that all animal abuse carries mandatory sentences. Other countries protect their companion animals.
If those of you who have prayed so hard and whose love I feel so strongly want to help ... make it stop. Make them hear you. They have never heard us. Faith’s surgery went really well, even though she was the sickest. Hope had hers and she is doing ok now. Ironically, Hope may have already been here at Rainbow Bridge, but some of the abuse actually saved her. When they did her surgery, they found a piece of metal in her intestines, surrounded by flesh. It was blocking a tear. They had to cut off a lot more of her intestines than they did Faith’s, but she will be ok now ... I HOPE.
That piece of metal stopped poison from spilling into her body at least, even though it did damage, it helped her to stay alive long enough to get the surgery to save her life.
(Brief Update)
Both Hope and Faith continue the fight to live a quality life. They are loved and respected now and they have all of you. They have both had to return for more surgery and they will always need to be monitored closely to make sure they are not in pain and that they are doing well.
Eagle’s Den, Faith, Hope and all the other animals there need your help to survive. For so many of the animals there, this is not a second chance, but the only chance they have ever been given. They need your understanding, your love and your prayers. Also, Eagle’s Den survives through donations, and 100% goes to the care of the animals. Things have been really tough over the last year with Faith and Hope needing so much medical care, as well as several others that came in hurt, abused and tortured by sub-humans. You can help Faith & Hope continue their fight for their lives with your prayers and your donations. Your donations will also help many others at the Den who need you. They each have a story to tell and somewhere in their past they were abused, dumped, unloved and forgotten. If you can help Eagle’s Den care for them, your donations go to pay for medical care as well as their daily needs. Your prayers, love and compassion are always appreciated and needed. If you can help, you can donate here:
https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=CF7XNPKP9QFWEI am watching, and I am hoping this will make people wake up and realize what goes on with us when we are bred for all the wrong reasons. I hope people will stop punishing our breed for what these people do and realize what we go through. I wish they all could be rescued. I wish there was no reason to rescue. There is one more thing I have seen since I came to Rainbow Bridge. All of you are very caring and good people. My sisters were able to have their surgery because people cared enough to help them live. They have a long way to go, but thank you for helping them. I’ll be watching... and one day I will see all of you here at the Bridge; because I am everyone’s dog who had a part in saving my sisters. Thank You.
Thank You for Loving Us,
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