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Welcome to the
Portage Animal
Welfare Society Website!
Our
Mission: To improve the quality of life of stray and abandoned
companion animals in both the City and RM of Portage la Prairie
**NEW HELP CENTER**
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THE VET"
Got a medical
question about your pet ? Need advice on vaccinations and
spaying/neutering? Wondering about other health issues your pet may
have? Why not "Ask the Vet"?!? Your inquiry will be
answered at our earliest convenience. If you have an inquiry that
requires immediate assistance, please contact a veterinarian directly to
assist you.
Also, please watch
our website for upcoming information nights that will focus on your pets'
health and well-being.
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Please check our Lost & Found Page for recent
alerts!
Let's help get them home!
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P.A.W.S. is proud to be a
part of the Iams Home 4 The Holidays Drive this year. Please help us
find 1 Million Pets their forever homes - Adopt Today!!
Visit www.Iams.com
to find out more about this Adoption Drive.
Upcoming
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Pictured above are
Dreydan and Keadon Soos-Cote. These boys decided back in November to
construct small inukshuks and sell them in their Mom's business, Primary
Design and Salon. During November and December,
the boys made and sold approximately 200 of their creations, which generated
$60.00 for the Salvation Army and PAWS! Thanks Dreydan and Keadon for
your support!
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I Found Your Dog Today............
I found
your dog today. No, he has not been adopted by anyone. Most of us
who live out here own as many dogs as we want, those who do not own dogs
do so because they choose not to. I know you hoped he would find a good
home when you left him out here, but he did not. When I first saw
him he was miles from the nearest house and he was alone, thirsty, thin
and limping from a cactus burr in his paw.
How I wish
I could have been you as I stood before him. To have seen his tail wag
and his eyes brighten as he bounded into your arms, knowing you would
find him, knowing you had not forgotten him. To see the
forgiveness in his eyes for the suffering and pain he had known in his
never-ending quest to find you... But I was not you. And despite all my
persuasion, his eyes beheld a stranger. He did not trust; he would not
come.
He turned and continued his journey; one he was sure would soon bring
him to you. He does not understand you are not looking for him.
He only knows you are not there, he only knows he must find you.
This is more important than food or water or the stranger who can give him
these things.
Persuasion and pursuit seemed futile; I did not even know his name. I
drove home, filled a bucket with water and a bowl with food and returned
to where we had met. I could see no sign of him, but I left my
offering under the tree where he had sought shelter from the sun and a chance
to rest. You see, he is not of the desert. When you domesticated him,
you took away any instinct of survival out here. His purpose demands that he
travel during the day. He doesn't know that the sun and heat will claim
his life. He only knows he has to find you.
I waited hoping he would return to the tree; hoping my gift would build an
element of trust so I might bring him home, remove the burr from his paw,
give him a cool place to lie and help him understand that the part of his
life with you is now over. He did not return that morning and at dusk
the water and food were still there untouched. And I worried.
You must understand that many people would not even attempt to help your
dog. Some would run him off, others would call the county, or the
city pound and the fate you thought you saved him from would have at least
prevented his suffering from days without food and water.
I returned again before dark. I did not see him. I went again
early the next morning only to find the food and water still untouched. If only
you were here so you could call his name. Your voice is so familiar to
him. I began pursuit in the direction he had taken
yesterday, doubt overshadowing my hope of finding him. His search
for you was desperate; it could take him many miles in 24 hours.
It is hours later and a good distance from where we first met, but I have
found your dog. His thirst has been stopped; it is no longer a torment
to him. His hunger has disappeared; he no longer aches. The burrs in his
paws bother him no more. Your dog has been set free from his burdens. You
see, your dog is dead. He has died, lonely and alone. I knelt next to
him and cursed you for not being here yesterday so I could have seen the
glow, if just for a moment, in those now vacant eyes. I pray that his journey
has taken him to that place I think you hoped he would find. If only
you knew what he went through to reach it.... and I agonize, for I
know, that if he were to awaken at this moment, and (if) I were to
be you, his eyes would sparkle with recognition and his tail wag with
forgiveness.
Gratefully yours,
Melissa Ohlsson
Room to Ride Ranch
LV, NV 89131
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