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LOKI Feb 16  17 and Hemi 007So many of you have been following the story of LOKI.  The Sole surviving pup, one of 23 seized in a 2010 hoarding case in Canada’s Arctic.

Many of you are also followers of Loki on his Face Book page:  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Friends-of-LOKI-Sole-Survivor/188340937903082

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During the years that I spent with LOKI, on his terms, in his domain, you can only imagine the fear and anxiety I felt each day that I would venture out looking for him.  The question always in the back of my mind (would this be the day that I could not find him, or that he would not come to me when I used our signal)?  There were those days that my heart was in my throat, because I could not find him, because he did not come.  The search would then be on and I would keep going out at all hours of that day to find him.  There were times that he would totally disappear for days, and at those times my fears flourished in nightmarish visions of him suffering, laying perhaps in a leg trap, perhaps dying a slow death from poison or from a fatal gunshot.

The mind has a wonderful way of conjuring such images, removing sleep from ones agenda and instilling sheer panic…motivating one to go to extremes in their search attempts.

Three years, each and every day, no matter what time of day, no matter what weather conditions, that is the life I lead. Nov 18 2011 035 Now that life has taken a term for the better and LOKI is home, safe, loved and protected with my family.  Gone for me now, is the daily anxiety and fear as well as the horrible anger I carried for so long.  Replaced with a calm and renewed commitment to ensure that LOKI remains healthy, happy and strong in his new life.

Despite him now living with my family, his new pack, diligence is on the agenda each and every day to ensure his safety.  Multiple leashes are used when we go for our daily walks, a necessity to ensure that he remains connected to my person.  No risks can ever be taken for him to break away as catching him again would be a monumental task if not impossible…and it could mean his death.

Some individuals have questioned as to why he has not been placed within a sanctuary…..to those who have asked…research was done by myself and my closest followers on just that.  Did you know that there are approximately 250,000 +  WD in sanctuaries across North America.  That most of these sanctuaries are full.  It is a sad commentary that they are, that they continue to have to rescue and save these beautiful creatures.

LOKI and I, through our three years of contact, on his terms, in his domain shared something very special…Patience….with each other.  Through this Patience was born Trust, Respect and Understanding.  Never, ever did I force him to do anything, all was by his own Choice and his Choice alone.  From the very first time that he allowed me to approach him when he was a youngster, to his eventual responding to our secret signal, to his showing me the whereabouts of his secret hiding places, secret stashes of the many toys and blankets I would bring to him, even to taking me to and allowing me to enter into his winter dens…..all has been by his Choice.

It takes a great deal of time to win the Trust, Respect and Understanding of an animal, more so from one that had never known the kindness of a gentle touch.  It takes a great deal of Patience and an unwavering Commitment from both parties to develop that form of relationship.  LOKI took the time, offered his Patience and his Acceptance to me.  The Bond that developed over those three years grew stronger each and every day, and it is that Bond born of Love that has allowed him to Transition as gracefully as he has to his new life.

From the moment that LOKI decided to and took that first step into my home, his life changed as did my own and that of my family.  Admittedly it was difficult for him at first, new sights, new smells, new dogs and cats to get acquainted with and of course another human, my mother.  His nervousness was evident and understandable, his Patience was again required.  He did not fail in this.  He tolerated ear scratches, nose rubs and gentle touching….now he looks for it and quite enjoys the attention….often coming silently up behind us and poking us with his nose to say ‘I am here’.  He sleeps in front of the fire, on soft pet beds, after long evening walks on cold nights, he lounges where it is warm and safe and sleeps beside my Hemi on beds in my own bedroom.  He no longer wonders where and when his next warm meal will come from, nor where he can find shelter from winter storms, freezing rain and powerful winds.  I will never again find him huddled in a tiny ball, soaked to the skin and looking terribly cold and forlorn, pitiful in fact.December 25 2012 031

A Promise which I made to him over three years ago has been kept, and now through the Patience, Trust, Respect, Understanding, Bond and the Love we share, LOKI will live out his days without fear, without harassment, without the dangers that faced him each and every day of his life in his first years.

He is one of the lucky ones, and it breaks my hear to know that there remain so many others out there that are not so lucky…so despite the diminished anger, I still do get angry when I become aware of those that could not be helped in time.

We must all do our part to end the relentless suffering, both at home and around the world.

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These following pictures are the before and after in the life of LOKI and speak of our three year journey together from the beginning.

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LOKI Sole Survivor

LOKI Sole Survivor

Hhmm I like her choice

Hhmm I like her choice

Proud and strong

Proud and strong

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PEEK-A-BOO  HERE I AM

PEEK-A-BOO HERE I AM

Mom makes a good dinner, mission accomplished

Mom makes a good dinner, mission accomplished

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The many global “Friends of LOKI” have countless stories of their own to tell.  Many are not of dogs, cats, birds and the regular animal companions that we all share our lives with.

Here, submitted by Barbara Ettles Carter, in her own words, is her story about an amazing little Raccoon with whom as she says “I wouldn’t have missed that for the world!”

“CHARLENE”

Charlene, as she came to be known, was a tiny raccoon being baby when she was brought back from a feline hunting trip into the bush one fall day.  Born at the wrong time of the year, likely because her mother lost her spring litter of kits, she was “found” by Buster the Cat.

My husband who was digging the garden in preparation for the next year of planting called out to me to see what had arrived.  There she was, scrambling around at his feet and chattering several volumes of books of stories.  And there was Buster, sitting off to one side, having deposited her at my husband’s feet.

  Looking around, no mother raccoon being could be seen and given that winter was approaching and this little one was way too small to survive on her own for a winter, we agreed that she would be welcome to join our family.  “But only for the winter!”  I admonished.  “No matter how attached we get to her, she is a wild animal and belongs in the bush with the other raccoon beings being a raccoon.  She is not a domestic pet!” I said as I told myself every bit as much as I was telling my husband.

  We took Charlene to our vet, Brian, who gave her some shots to keep her from bringing rabies back to us since we lived in the rabies capital of Canada.  “You shouldn’t keep her,” he said.  “She will climb your drapes; she will eat your furniture; she will destroy your house.”  I reminded Brian that the last time I had taken one of the feline beings to him for an appointment, there were two baby raccoon outside his house, eating and drinking from the dog dishes.  “And where did they come from?” I asked.   “I found them on the road one night; their mother had been hit by a car and there they were.  What could I do?  I couldn’t leave them.”  “And neither can we.”  I said looking straight at him.  “Neither can we.”

Gradually, word got round and people began knocking on our door to see the raccoon.  People began to phone to see the raccoon.  My sister arrived for a visit and she was not so excited to see the raccoon.  She sat on the chesterfield most of the time with her legs pulled under her, looking warily at the little raccoon being.  We had to deliver coffee to her there on the chesterfield and she held the mug up high in the air, seeing that is how we had learned how to hold our coffee too with Charlene around.

  We learned a lot that winter.

We built her an eight by four foot pen in the basement where she spent the nights.  The days, she spent in the house with us.  My husband had surgery that winter and was off work most of the time and I stayed home to look after him.  As she grew – and grow she did with the nutritious food we provided – we learned that when people try to live with a raccoon, it is the person who must change more than the raccoon.  To live successfully with a raccoon, a person has to begin to think like a raccoon.

  She became a little argumentative about going in the pen at night.  And at 40 pounds she was becoming difficult to pick up – especially with teeth that gave warnings that being picked up was not on her agenda.  The solution was to give the teeth something to hang on to that was so precious she would not drop it when we urged that plump little body through the door of the pen for the night.  Marshmallow cookies – the kind with the pink marshmallows on top and lots of sweet coconut – were heaven to that little raccoon being. Another piece of raccoon gold was a grape – to be rolled around in her hand and felt with her fingers until – and I swear she did- until she would smile with anticipation.  Popping it in her mouth, she would hold it there and then crunch down with one bite.  Her little eyes would close with delight as the sweet juices flooded her mouth.  To this day, I swear she smiled!  She definitely was a being.

  But it wasn’t until the spring as we were preparing to release her that I understood fully how I felt about her.  We wondered how much raccoons knew from instinct and how much they learned from their mother.  We took her out for climbing lessons – just in case.  She didn’t need them.  She chose a beautiful maple tree and began her climb.  We thought she would merely go up a few feet and then come down.  Charlene had other ideas.  Up she went – 10 feet, 25 feet, 50 feet, 75 feet, 100 feet and more.  Right to the top.  And there she clung to the uppermost twiggy branches, hanging on and looking ever so like a sailor in the rigging looking for land.  She swung back and forth in the breeze and my heart moved to my mouth.

“Charlene, come down!  Come on down right now!”

  Not a whisper of her chatter as a reply and she maintained her hold.  We realized we had a huge emotional attachment to our baby and we desperately wanted to bring her in for the night.

  “That’s enough, Charlene, come in!”  Still not a muscle moved.  “I think I know what to do,” I said to my husband.  “Be right back.”  I went into the kitchen and came out holding forth a pink marshmallow cookie.  “Look Charlene,” I called to her.  “Cookie! Your favourite.”  She looked down at us and began to descend.  And now we learned something new – raccoons descend from trees head first.  We were convinced she would fall on that precious little head but no – one foot lifted and moved and then another foot lifted from the trunk and down she came.

  I gathered her up in my arms, gave her the cookie and snuggled her tightly.  “I guess she doesn’t need climbing lessons,” my husband said.  The next day was a beautiful blue sky day with puffy white clouds.  Only little patches of snow remained on the ground and we decided to take Charlene out with us while we cleared some of the fallen branches from the garden.  I looked around and she was gone.  “Where’s Charlene?” I asked.  “I didn’t see her lately,” said my husband.  She was gone.

There were little footprints in the patches of snow going into the bush but then they disappeared in the leaves.  She was gone, without a look back.  And a feeling of emptiness was all that was left as I gazed into the woods.  Three weeks later, an early April snowfall blanketed the land.  My husband and I were doing dishes one night and he would look out the window in the back door every so often.  “What are you looking at?” I asked.  “Nothing,” he said.

“Hey!  What was that?”

Drying my hands, I rushed to the back door to look and just as I did, I saw something disappear over the edge of the deck and under, into the space beneath.  “That’s Charlene!”  I shouted.  “She’s back!”  I opened the door and up on the deck she came.   “Charlene!” said my husband.   “Where have you been?”

She chattered – obviously she had been on an adventure.  Despite the door being open, Charlene would only put two feet inside.  And she stayed like that – half in and half out – for an hour.  Finally, in she came and down to the basement she went.  She would have nothing to do with the pen and hefted her big rear end up onto the woodpile, preferring that to the confinement of the cage.  In a few days, after the snow had melted, off she went again.

We had been successful in returning her to her wild ways.  The bush is where she preferred to be.  Brian was right.  She ate our furniture.  She climbed the drapes.  She destroyed parts of the house.  But she also squirmed and chattered her way into our hearts that winter.  I wouldn’t have missed that for the world!

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The loss of a beloved companion leaves a massive emptiness, a whole in our hearts that we believe can never be filled.  Sometimes we as caregivers need our own Guardian Angels, sometimes it is our lost loved one that comes to us with their own plans for our future.  Bruce is a very dear friend, although we have never met face to face, we share a love and commitment for all animals and in that our journeys never cease.  

This is an amazing story of a lost loved one doing just that.  Bruce’s Guardian Angel made sure that the whole in his heart would be filled.

In Bruce’s own words  “And, every morning she goes to little Magnum’s urn on the dining room table and rubs her head on it – she knows,”

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SPECIAL UPDATE!!! “….hi remember me from last night…I’m Dusti in case you forgot….”


“Well you see…..the other day I was sitting alone in my kennel just thinking about stuff when much to my surprise my guardian angel came…….he sat on my shoulder and said ‘well Dusti, I’m supposed to be on the other side of the rainbow bridge but there’s something I have to do before I can go…….I left behind the most loving person any pet could ever wish for and I have left a big hole in his heart…one he feels will never mend and so I need you to help heal this wonderful generous heart because without his light in the world…it is a much dimmer place ‘…..and so the plan was set…..in all my shyness I was to come to facebook and my guardian angel would lead him to me…in all his sadness he hasn’t spent much time on facebook but my guardian said he would do his part so long as I did mine ……and it worked. I couldn’t believe my eyes…..it was real…..this wonderful person that I’d heard about around the shelter……everybody whispering and talking that this person was coming to see me……oh my heart was pounding but then ours eyes met and a calm came over me and it happened…..I was giving my heart to a very special person and he was giving me his………his name is Bruce McDonald and think most of you know him from all the blessings he gives each pet posted on this page……how did I get so lucky….I will love you for all my days Bruce……and thank you to my guardian Angel, Magnum…its time for you to play over the rainbow with all the other furbabies that have passed…..I will continue to fill Bruce’s heart and help him heal and I will be here…safe for the rest of my days with Bruce……I couldn’t have asked for more”

All of us wish “Dusti” and her ‘Bruce’ a wonderful and amazing journey in their new life together.

  We must also not forget to  offer a very special Thank You to a very precious Guardian Angel by the name of “Magnum”.

Below is the link and as Bruce has said, they do amazing and wonderful work for the animals.

 

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With so much negativity regarding animal rescue, ie. we cannot save each and every one unfortunately, it is heartwarming to see a success story.  Unsung heroes exist among us, Angels, Guardians of ‘The Voiceless” without whom so very many innocent lives would be lost forever.  This is one such story below, there are countless others yet to be told.  In her own words, with the pictures she has provided:  This is Leroy’s Story.

Leroy is a survivor and yes he is truly “Lucky Leroy” joining the loving Lawson family which includes  Lulu, Leroy, Fatboy, Diablo, Luther and Lily.

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“Leroy’s situation was the most life threatening of the many animals I have helped to rescue over the years and of the six that were meant to be my family forever.  He came to us in a strange and serendipitous way as many of them do.  A woman, who I did not know very well, approached me at our small town post office and asked if I could give her dog a bath and a haircut.  She had heard that I like to help people and their pets.  It is really only the pets I want to help, but don’t tell them that.”

 “I was very busy at the time (getting married) and said it would have to wait a few days.  However, her sister called and said the dog was in rough shape and that someone had been asked to come and SHOOT him.  We live on the very isolated island of Haida Gwaii and unfortunately, many people are still pretty backward about whose life has more value.  I told hubby to be to hang tight and drove there to see what was happening.”

 “It was not good.  It was very bad.  The woman had been drinking and looked pretty mean and hostile so I just asked where the dog was and tiptoed past her.  I found what looked sort of like a dog tied up on their uncovered back porch.  He was on a short leash hooked to the wall about two feet up so he could basically only move around in a two foot area.  I found out later that he had been tied there for about 3 ½ years.  Feeding him had consisted of giving him raw fish heads occasionally.  Did she think he had some yearning for rotten sushi?!?  He had no water on a very hot day and really didn’t even look like a dog, more like something that had crawled out of a swamp.  He was matted from head to toe and both his front and back legs were melded together so he couldn’t walk, just hop around a bit.  I cut the leash from the wall, wrapped him in a blanket I’d brought, gave her a few obscene gestures and words, then ran for the car.  A bath and a haircut indeed!”

” I took him home and called Dr. Don, our most awesome vet, only to find out he was away for the weekend.  It’s a small island and he is the only game in town.  I called some rescue friends and started frantically googling.  The most urgent needs came first; get him hydrated, warm and a little healthy food into him.  I cooked him steak.  When he seemed a little stronger, I started cutting away the giant globs of  his hair matted with mud, actual sticks and of course, his own urine and feces.  He was constantly shaking and his eyes would roll back in his head so we had to take breaks often.  When I finally got down to skin, I found oozing sores everywhere, ears filled with mites, bugs and fleas rampant, and blood clots were dropping from his penis.  This was a nightmare, but I was determined to give him some happy time, even if it might be short lived.”

 “Eventually I got him into a warm bath, medicated what I could, then just held him through the night, giving him bits of food and water when he woke up.  This had taken the whole day and much of the night so I eventually dozed off for a bit.  When I woke up, he was gone!  I yelled for my husband to tell me where the dog was.  I feared the worst.”

 Boy, had I underestimated this little guy’s strength and character.  Where did I find him?  Chasing my twin rescued kitty cats, Fatboy & Diablo. 

Fatboy & Diablo

He and Lulu, my first wee rescued mutt were CHASING each other. 

Leroy & Lulu

He was stealing toys from her box, running around with them in his mouth as though he’d just struck gold!  I asked my husband what we should call him and he said, Lucky.  Lucky Leroy it is, the newest member of he Lawson family.

 Not the last though…

 Luther and Princess Lily were soon to follow.

Princess Lily and Luther

The saga continues….

Thank You Leanne Lawson for this wonderful story. 

You are one of the ‘Silent Army’, Guardians of the Voiceless

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Three more of Loki’s Global friends.

“In the picture, left to right. Max (my dog) Peanut (my moms dog) and Lucy (my foster) All the dogs in the picture are rescue dogs from a California shelter. We live on Vancouver Island. One year ago we a adopted a semi feral dog and named him Max:) We adopted Max from Paws Without Border Rescue. They are great dogs!!! ” Cyndi Ross

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Thank You Cyndi.  You have some beautiful furbabies.

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Sept 29 2013 LOKI IS HOME 041LOKI resting comfortably after trashing his blanky!!

So many of you have followed Loki’s Story and our amazing journey together on his Face Book page:  “Friends of Loki”  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Friends-of-LOKI-Sole-Survivor/188340937903082?ref=br_tf

Thanks to him, over 10,800 strangers have come together, thanks to him I have made over 10,800 new friends, all of which are committed to helping animals.  These amazing and dedicated individuals, have not only made a positive change in the life of animals, they have also provided me the strength which I needed to carry on the fight to protect Loki, to ensure that he would begin his New Journey within my family.  There were times when the frustration, the anxiety and the fear I felt was so overpowering that I felt I had nothing left to fight with.

I knew I could not give up, I had made LOKI that promise over three years ago, and with the continued encouragement which I received and the amazing help I received to have things ready for him, that promise has been kept.

LOKI as you all know is now within his forever home, my home, is part of my family, and a very special part of a now Global Family.

To honor all those individuals who have made such a life changing difference in my life, in my family’s life, in LOKI’s life, the life of each and every animal they have committed to caring for and the remarkable difference they have made in the lives of each other,  I have invited LOKI’s followers to submit, in their own words, their stories and pictures.

Below is the first of hopefully many more to come.

Here are the words of Dawn Withers and Mike Preston

These are our babies Loki (the black and white husky), Cheemoe (the red and white husky), and Buddha (our precious grey mutt).

We had taken in 3 additional strays that we don’t have any pics of. One was a neighbor’s chocolate lab, Booger, who they never took care of, one was a boxer who showed up one day whom we named Sir-Growls-Alot (we finally realized he was just very vocal and talkative), and Pretty Girl, whom my son and I found walking down a dirt road almost starved and limping. She was missing her right front paw. It had looked almost healed and the vet said she would be okay. It had looked like she might have gotten caught in a trap. The vet was pretty sure that she had been abused. It took us 4 days before she trusted us enough to come inside of the house. And when she finally did, you could tell she had never been inside if a house before. we nursed her back to health and she became a very loving, playful, and affectionate puppy.

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Months later despite our very careful watching and planning Pretty Girl and Sir-Growls-Alot “hooked up”. Two weeks later Sir-Growls-Alot was hit by a car.

Pretty Girl had 3 pups, one of which we kept, Buddha. Loki and Cheemoe had been ours from pups.

Loki was 12 and Cheemoe is now 6. In August of 2011, as we were taking Buddha and Cheemoe to the vet for their yearly shots, our house caught fire. In the 45 minutes that we were gone we lost almost everything. And more importantly we lost 3 of our fur babies. Loki, Pretty Girl, and Booger died of smoke inhalation despite our efforts of CPR. Buddha and Cheemoe are our survivors and are spoiled even more every minute of every day.

Losing our babies has been a very long healing process. Seeing your page and your dog being named Loki, I thought was a good way for me to be able to see another Loki’s journey and maybe that Our Loki lives on.

Seeing Loki’s progress and y’all’s journey has put a smile on my face daily. Thank you for sharing.

 

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      I continue to be amazed at the sheer joy for life that this incredible and beautiful boy shows to me each and every day.  The mere fact that he is able to find ways to amuse himself in my absence speaks volumes as to his high intelligence and youthful exuberance.

      I have, since LOKI was rescued and brought to my home, been sleeping outside in his dog run each and every night.  LOKI has issues with separation anxiety.

      Having gone for his leash training session earlier yesterday, he spent the day quietly, snoozing, being cuddled, sung to, and in the company of his new BFF my own sweet Hemi.  Whom I must mention stands vigil to ensure that no intruders approach or disturb LOKI.  Mind you he has no control over the Magpies and Mr. Raven who often comes to call.

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Last evening was no different, in that I did again sleep outside with LOKI.  It is very true what they say about the Full Moon, and the ‘Calling’ that goes on during such an event.

LOKI began ‘calling’ at approximately 10:30 last night, and my plans of attempting to sleep in my own bed for the first time in weeks, was quickly dashed.  Donning my snow suit, carrying my tiny foam mattress and numerable fleecy blankets I head out to this big boy.

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He of course sat innocently enough on his bedding eagerly awaiting my arrival, of course I did not disappoint him.    Placing the tiny mattress in just the right position for myself and close to him, as well as ensuring he had his comy bedding,  we settled down for the long night together.  Both of us covered nose to tail, head to toe in fleece.  Within a few minutes the behind the ear gentle rubs saw this boy sound asleep.

The temperature dropped considerably during the night and I awoke to numb cold toes and ice on his water bowl.  Winter and snow is just days away.

Time for me to rise, it is now 8:00 a.m., put the coffee on and prepare LOKI’s breakfast.

Someone once told me that Silence is Golden….hhhhm….dare I believe same?

When I returned to serve a warm breakfast to this most deserving of bed fellows, low and behold what did I find you may wonder?

Laying so quietly on his fleece, which he dearly loves and will not damage, is the most innocent of all creatures, LOKI.  Youthful exuberance Oct 20 2013 003

Youthful exuberance? Perhaps.  Impatience waiting for my return?  Perhaps.  Perhaps it was just the sheer delight of being able to do what he likes to do best.  I long ago gave up my attempts to apply human logic to the actions of canine or feline energies.  If anything, I continue to be delighted at the various and unending antics of my four legged companions.  The beloved family members that continue to bring such joy to my life.

Youthful exuberance Oct 20 2013 008Youthful exuberance Oct 20 2013 009  Note that this tiny little mattress was once my bed.  I saw no point in taking a picture of my former pillow.

  LOKI is the Sole Survivor and he is a Miracle.  Living Proof that the impossible becomes possible.  He has united people all around the world, total strangers who came together to ensure his safety and his care, to bring him home to me.  No longer with a Bulls Eye on his back, the promise I made to him three years ago has finally come to fruition.

  In order to ensure that LOKI’s immediate needs are met, vetting, training equipment and the like a Webpage specific for donations has been set up.   Contributions may be made via PayPal.  This page will give you details on how to make your donation and just how the funds will be spent as well as describe where funds surplus of our goal will be donated to aid dogs in Canada’s North and help to continue the amazing work that Eldad Hagar and his organization Hope for Paws does.

(PayPal and other ways)

via this webpage:  http://www.lokisolesurvivor.net  Thanks so very much.

Please feel free to visit and to join in our continuing journey.  LOKI has his own FaceBook page:  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Friends-of-LOKI-Sole-Survivor/188340937903082

Check out his photo albums, see him, his friends and his videos on YouTube:  Tundra Voices

A very special thank you to the thousands around the globe that have expressed their love and support for this beautiful, innocent and often mischievous boy.

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First I wish to thank all of the amazing people who took such a major part in enabling me to rescue and bring to my home this amazing boy.  Those of you who took the time to email the Mayor of Hay River, those of you who signed the online  petition.

Special thanks to Michelle Nadon founder of Cause 4 Paws (C4P) located in Ontario, to Sarah West founder of the Canadian Federation for Animal Welfare (CFAW), Jean McCarthy a dear friend in Ontario and Lawrence Pinksy who is so busy raising needed funding to help cover Loki’s vetting and other needs.

To list each and everyone by name is an impossible task so I will not even make that attempt.

As some may already know, Eldad Hagar founder of Hope for Paws based in L.A., California, was contacted by both Jean and Sarah, who in turn gave me a call at home, with just days left before the deadline of September 30th.  I called Eldad and we spoke at length, formulating a plan for LOKI’s capture.

The backbone in this plan was a wonderful lady, Bonnie Crowther who lives down the street from me, and who also ensured Loki received proper nourishment during his wild days.  She and her beautiful dog China walk every day and Loki would always accompany them.  LOKI spent much of his time at Bonnie C’s, laying in the company of China.

Following Eldad’s instructions, Bonnie C began coaxing LOKI to eat inside her garage.  Eldad had told us if he would eat inside for two days in a row thenEldad would catch the next plane to get here.  Well Bonnie succeeded and Loki became comfortable eating in her garage.

Eldad arrived at the Hay River  Airport at 2:45 pm on Thursday September  26th.  Meeting him at the airport, he followed me to my home, checked out the dog run, decided it was not strong enough and I took him over to Bonnie C’s to see Loki and to speak with her.  Eldad had checked out Loki’s FB page prior so had a good idea as to the size of Loki.  He and I then went about locating and purchasing additional chain link reinforcement for the dog run.  It now has 2 and three layers of added chain link.

After having gotten Eldad checked into the hotel where I work as the Financial Administrator, and getting a good meal into us both, Eldad retired to his room and I headed home.  Eldad’s parting comment was to the effect of would it not be great if we got him tonight.  With the deadline date to get Loki captures only 4 days away…well…

I had just crawled into my own bed, relieved that Eldad was here when I got the phone call.  Bonnie C had been able to close her garage door and trap Loki inside.  Rushing over  to her place, my heart was pounding and I was trembling.  Eldad was already there and together he and I entered her garage.  LOKI being terrified had reacted in fear and was now sitting on top of Bonnie’s freezer.  We entered slowly and I was able to calm him with my voice and humming, I sat on the garage floor with Eldad standing behind me.  Gradually as I continued in a soft voice, Eldad took baby steps and approached LOKI  eventually being able to sit on the freezer next to Loki.  Using the end of the catch pole(no drugs or catch pole were used) wrapped in a towel, Eldad placed it behind his back and was able to ease the towel  to Loki’s side and began touching him gently with it.  I was shocked.  Within a few moments Eldad told me he was petting Loki with his bare hand.

Myself having never been allowed to pet Loki, I immediately asked “What does his coat feel like”, the answer “amazing so soft”.  I slowly approached Loki and for the first time in the three and a half years we have journeyed together, I was able to hold him.  I cannot describe the incredible joy.

Eldad slept on top of the freezer that first night, with LOKI up there with him.  Friday the next day, I slept on the garage floor with Loki in my arms the whole day while Bonnie C and Eldad began re-inforcing the run.  Eldad took over sleeping with Loki in her garage that night.

More work was done on the dog run all day Saturday, and without Bonnie C, none of this would have been possible.  This amazing and dedicated woman worked like a construction guy, lacing the additional chain link purcahsedd by Eldad, to the existing,  going over everything with an eagles eye to ensure that Loki would not only be safe but also unable to escape.  Eldad purchased the additional chain link to wrap around the run and I purchased the chain link flooring.  Eldad also added to Loki’s comfy bed linens (4 more comforters and another fleecy blanket).

Saturday evening we planned to relocate Loki to my home and the dog run.  Remarkably our fears of getting him into the large borrowed transport carrier was ill founded.  Loki calming walked into the carrier on his own.  We loaded him into Bonnie C’s truck and in the darkness of night got him into the dog run.  That night and Sunday I had the immeasurable pleasure of the first sound sleep I have had since Loki had been given a basic death sentence if I did not get him secured and safe at my home.  Of course I slept in the dog run, Loki, calmly curled up in my arms, both of us safe and sound.

Both Bonnie C and her husband Roy came back on Sunday and Roy had picked up some gravel and earth for one portion of the run near the door so that Loki can do his business.  Bonnie also brought a bale of straw as well.  Additional run reinforcements were made.  Eldad came over and spent time working on the run as well as spending time with Loki.

Monday morning Eldad again came by before he headed out to catch his flight out of Hay River.  I will be forever grateful that he chose to be a part of Loki’s journey.

Bonnie C comes over regularly to spend time with her beloved Loki, and of course the work that I and Loki are doing now in this newest chapter of our journey together, is slow, calm and steady.    I will not push him, all must be on his terms, I will not see his spirit broken, nor will I do anything to lose his respect and his trust.  Sleeping outside with him is all part of the growing bond that we share.  He has made friends with my own dog Hemi, who has a remarkable calming affect on Loki, which is easing the transition.

I was so proud of Loki yesterday, his second venture outside the run, he did so well calmly exploring the backyard he knows so well.  Tethered securely and also fashioned to me physically, he enjoyed the ability to explore and relax outside the run, his head uplifted watching the birds fly overhead, smelling the plants and investigating all manner of scents.  Not yet leashed trained, but learning, I am hopeful that soon I will be able to bring him inside the house as well as taking him for long walks like we used to take together.

Patience on both our parts, silent communication and most of all mutual respect and trust will see Loki transition slowly and without additional emotional trauma.  His remarkable eyes fixed on mine tell a story so intense it is not to be believed unless personally experienced.  The trust and strong bond we have shared for over three years continues to grow.

LOKI is living proof that the impossible can be made possible.  He has touched the hearts of total strangers around the world, uniting all for the sole purpose of saving his life.  He proves that when we all work together miracles do happen.

 It is my hope that Loki’s continuing story will inspire others to step up and go beyond what appears to be limits and impossible situations, to stick with it, to never give up.

Please visit Loki’s FaceBook page:  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Friends-of-LOKI-Sole-Survivor/188340937903082

Funds are being raised to secure the cost of Loki’s vetting and any other initial needs.  When visiting Loki’s FB page:  Friends of Loki, should you wish information as to how to make a donation for this beautiful gentle sould, please Private Message Lawrence Pinsky, or leave a comment on this page.

 Please share Loki’s Story – He is amazing.

THANK YOU FROM LOKI.

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May 2013 062   My sweet little girl passed and has joined others across the Rainbow Bridge.  Her antics and personality brought great joy and laughter to this home.

 

Now at the Rainbow Bridge……(story) 

Unlike most days at the Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray. All the recent arrivals at the Bridge did not know what to think, as they had never seen such a day. But the animals who had been waiting longer for their beloved people to accompany them across the Bridge knew what was happening, and they began to gather at the pathway leading to the Bridge.

Soon an elderly dog came into view, head hung low and tail dragging.

He approached slowly, and though he showed no sign of injury or illness, he was in great emotional pain. Unlike the animals gathered along the pathway, he had not been restored to youth and vigor upon arriving at the Bridge. He felt out of place, and wanted only to cross over and find happiness.

But as he approached the Bridge, his way was barred by an angel, who apologized and explained that the tired and broken-spirited old dog could not cross over. Only those animals accompanied by their people were allowed to cross the Bridge. Having nobody, and with nowhere else to turn, the dog trudged into the field in front of the Bridge. There he found others like himself, elderly or infirm, sad and discouraged. Unlike the other animals waiting to cross the Bridge, these animals were not running or playing. They simply were lying in the grass, staring forlornly at the pathway across the Rainbow Bridge. The old dog took his place among them, watching the pathway and waiting, yet not knowing for what he was waiting.

One of the newer dogs at the Bridge asked a cat who had been there longer to explain what was happening. The cat replied, “Those poor animals were abandoned, turned away, or left at rescue places, but never found a home on earth. They all passed on with only the love of a rescuer to comfort them. Because they had no people to love them, they have nobody to escort them across the Rainbow Bridge.”

The dog asked the cat, “So what will happen to those animals?”

Before the cat could answer, the clouds began to part and the cold turned to bright sunshine. The cat replied, “Watch, and you will see.” In the distance was a single person, and as he approached the Bridge the old, infirm and sad animals in the field were bathed in a golden light. They were at once made young and healthy, and stood to see what their fate would be. The animals who had previously gathered at the pathway bowed their heads as the person approached. At each bowed head, the person offered a scratch or hug.

One by one, the now youthful and healthy animals from the field fell into line behind the person. Together, they walked across the Rainbow Bridge to a future of happiness and unquestioned love. The dog asked the cat, “What just happened? The cat responded, “That was a rescuer.! The animals gathered along the pathway bowing in respect were those who had found their forever homes because of rescuers. They will cross over when their people arrive at the Bridge. The arrival here of a rescuer is a great and solemn event, and as a tribute they are permitted to perform one final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort all those poor animals they couldn’t place on earth across the Rainbow Bridge.”

The dog thought for a moment, then said, “I like rescuers.” The cat smiled and replied, “So does Heaven, my friend. So does Heaven.”

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