All that we can do

Smurf, a gentle giant
Smurf, a gentle giant

Yesterday was a difficult day. First thing in the morning, I received a call from one of our SPCA fosters, her foster dog Smurf had died during the night. She was devastated. Smurf was a gentle giant who was heart worm positive. Later in the day, I found out that Windy died during a surgical procedure to amputate her fractured leg. Windy was a tiny little thing, also heart worm positive. Both dogs came to us at the shelter with a lot of issues. . . malnourished, underweight, broken, neglected. We tried to fix them, but they were both already too far gone. They are still success stories though. Each dog, the gentle giant and the tiny tot, spent time being loved and cherished before they died. They left their worlds of abandonment, neglect, and abuse and knew the kind touch of a gentle hand. They spent their last nights on soft beds with full tummies. Sometimes this is all that we can do, but it is enough.Windy
Over half the dogs who come to us are heart worm positive. It doesn’t have to be that way. Heart worms are easy and relatively inexpensive to prevent. However, they are difficult and expensive to treat, and fatal if not treated. Please make sure all of your own dogs are on year-round, monthly heart worm preventative. Then, educate your friends and family.
We have a lot of dogs at the shelter waiting for heart worm treatments. If the heart worm disease progresses while they wait for their treatments, they could become too advanced in their disease to be candidates for treatment. This means heart worm disease will kill them. . . it’s not a matter of if; it’s a matter of when. We only have three local veterinary hospitals who offer discounted heart worm treatments to our shelter pets: Freeport Veterinary Medical Center, Pecan Acres Pet Care, and VCA Lake Jackson Animal Hospital.
What can you do to help?
1. Donate. Heart worm treatments cost anywhere from $125 for a dog Windy’s size up to $500 for a dog Smurf’s size. Most of our shelter dogs who need treatment are in the $300-$400 range. You can sponsor all or a part of a heart worm treatment by mailing or dropping off a check to SPCA-BC at 141 Canna Lane, Lake Jackson, Texas 77566 or donate online at Please note your donation for “heart worm treatments.”
2. Foster. We need our dogs out of the shelter while they are treated. Typically a heart worm treatment requires kennel rest for about a month. Your foster dog will need to live inside with your family while he/she recovers.
3. Adopt. All of our heart worm positive dogs are available for adoption. As soon as your new pet goes home, he/she can begin treatment.
4. Thank the veterinarians who offer the discounted treatments for us. This is significantly less than the “normal” price for heart worm treatments. They do this out of love to help us save lives, so please let them know that you appreciate what they do to help our shelter pets, who so desperately need homes.
5. Spread the word. Let your friends and family know that these amazing animals need help. Make sure people are aware of how important it is to keep your pets protected from heart worm disease.
Smurf and Windy, thank you for letting us love you for the very short time that you were here. Your lives mattered. Rest in peace, sweet angels.


Off to a bat. . . errr bad. . . start.

My day so far today: A text wakes me up at 3:46 am. I know Jason and my girls are at home, so it must be an emergency with my parents. Nope. It’s just someone wanting to let me know that a dog she found is at the shelter. Now I’m awake. Wide awake, so I go to the kitchen to get a little work done. I’m cranking things out, getting stuff done, answering emails, etc. and I see a shadow out of the corner of my eye. I don’t have to see it closely to know it’s another freaking bat in my house. (We’ve stopped counting, but we have had at least thirty bats INSIDE the house this year so far.) I duck down and try to retreat to my bedroom, but the bat flies into the ceiling fan which hits it and knocks it down toward me. I scream and hit the deck. Our “deck” is rock hard terrazzo. I land hard on my knees. Pain shoots up my legs and I see stars, but I army crawl back to the bedroom and shut the door. Good. I’m safe now, and somehow, everyone in my family is still sleeping soundly. I get snuggled back up in bed, nice and cozy. Then I start thinking again. While I was up, I opened the back door to look outside. Did I lock the door when I shut it? Now, my OCD is kicking in, and I know I won’t be able to go back to sleep until I check the door, so I have to venture back out into The Batlands to check. I climb out of my coziness and army crawl back through enemy territory. Check. Door is locked. It’s safe to retreat. Here comes the bat. No time for army crawls. . . I stand up and run into the closest room, our guest bathroom. I am certain the bat is chasing me. I have to stop and catch my breath. I am in complete panic mode. Now, how to get out of the bathroom and back down the hall to the safety of my bedroom without being detected by the malicious bat? I seriously consider curling up on the bathroom floor for the rest of the night. But I have dogs. Our floors are gross. And rock hard. I summon my courage, crack the door open just a smidge to assess the situation. The coast is clear. I duck low and speed down the hall to my bedroom. I made it! I check the time. It’s now almost 6:30. I have to get up at 7:00. I curse my miserable life and nod off to sleep. Of course, when my alarm sounds at 7:00 I turn it off and keep sleeping. I awake at 7:54 am to another text. Same person. Wants an update on the dog. Yes. Really. This happened. I get up and wander into the kitchen where Jason is about to leave for work. I ask him if he found the bat. Yes. He did. It is still alive and chillin’ on our living room wall. He can’t reach it, so we will just have to leave it be until it decides to start flying again tonight and we can let it out of the house. In the safety of daylight I go into the living room to look at it. It is about an inch-long in body length. I swear that bat was the size of a California condor when it was chasing me last night.