Tally Slo – The Leisure Field Debuts at Ridgecrest Joint Meet

Great ideas are sometimes borne out of desperation.

In my case, the desperation was to get back on a horse after a lumbar fracture at the beginning
of the hunt season. Having already sat out much of the season, I just couldn’t see myself not riding at the annual joint meet in Ridgecrest, CA. Hounds and members of Red Rock Hounds, Kingsbury Harriers, Santa Ynez Hounds, Grand Canyon Hounds, Paradise Valley Beagles, as well as members of several eastern hunts all come together for three days of hunting, eating, drinking and mingling with great friends and fantastic animals.

Riding was definitely not on my list of “can do” activities but give me a quiet horse and a promise to only walk then no harm can be done, right?

Normally, I ride in First Field and love nothing more than to gallop fast behind the pack so this idea of walking was a tremendous compromise. But at least I'd be on a horse.

The concept of leading a field of others who may not want to run, gallop or navigate steep ravines and rocky mountains started to formulate. In fact, I have three friends who wanted to try hunting but were apprehensive about riding fast and furious. Two of the three had actually joined Red Rock Hounds for the 2011-12 season but hadn’t yet ventured out to the hunt field. The timing was right for the opportunity to introduce them to the excitement of following the hounds.

The Ridgecrest fixtures are ideal to start out in fox hunting. The country has terrific footing, gentle terrain with wide open spaces and the weather is usually very non-January-like. It couldn’t be better to introduce my friends to the excitement of riding to the hounds. And, maybe some others would want to join us.

Red Rock MFH, Lynn Lloyd gave me her blessing to add a field for people who wanted to join the hunt but at a slower pace. A much slower pace. In fact, at a leisurely pace.

The inaugural outing of the Leisure Field was at the Robbers Roost fixture in Ridgecrest. To minimize the mayhem surrounding the first day of a large joint meet we waited to mount up until the dual packs of Red Rock and Santa Ynez, along with riders from all the hunts, had ridden off in search of the elusive coyote trail.

Our Leisure Field of about ten embarked on our journey at a decidedly un-brisk pace. Best described as an ambling walk, we had only gone several yards when we had our first viewing – a very fast jackrabbit!

Tally-Slo!

Because I knew we’d be traveling long distances over unfamiliar hunt country I brought along my GPS BackTrack D-Tour to track our distance, elevation and, most importantly, to find our way back to the fixture. Our sauntering pace gave us opportunity to discuss hunting protocol, etiquette and principals to help our rookie hunt enthusiasts become knowledgeable about their new activity. We had some great conversations but I did inform everyone that once they graduated to First or Second Fields their chatting ways would be silenced in respect of the hounds and huntsmen.

Our first check occurred when my field mentioned the need for a break. A quick glance at my GPS declared we had gone about 569 yards – yes, perfect timing for check. We were met by the “Whoopie Wagon”, piloted by Ron Crossley, completely stocked with water, power bars and courage-inducing liquids for flask refills. Ron also provided horse holding and mounting assistance for riders who had a need to take a walk behind a bush.

After re-mounting, we continued our journey to the top of Robbers’ Roost – 2.1 miles from the fixture where, of course, we had another check!

Scout Valentine, an apprentice falconer and wildlife expert riding in the Leisure Field, treated the field to an enlightening mini-lecture on the birds and wildlife indigenous to Robbers’ Roost, a nesting ground for birds of prey.

As we descended Robbers' Roost we used our GPS to point us in the right direction for the fixture. Of course, we could see the horse trailers way off in the distance but it was more fun to use the GPS. Frankly, we didn't need our eyesight or techie tools to find our way back. As soon as we turned towards the fixture our field hunters accelerated from their sluggish, dawdling pace to a brisk march. Where does their inner GPS come from?

The Leisure Field arrived back at the fixture after a two hour hunt where we viewed four or more jackrabbits, a burrowing owl and numerous birds. We observed several dens, nests and tracks of the wildlife that call Robbers’ Roost home. We even came back with a partial jawbone from a bobcat. While we didn’t view a coyote that day we surely did see plenty of evidence of the clever animals’ existence.

During the three days of the joint meet the Leisure Field gained popularity. Not limited to riders that were new to hunting, we were joined by others that desired a quiet day or had horses being introduced to hunting or were fractious in First or Second Fields. This enjoyable, non-fearful introduction to fox-hunting proved addictive to my three rookie friends. At the close of the meet one of the new-but-not-yet-hunted members had purchased a new horse, the other is contemplating a new mount or some hunt training for her current one and the non-member is now a member of Red Rock Hounds.

What started out as a lark and in my own self-interest to getting back in the saddle may well have started a new idea for introducing and recruiting new participants to the joys of riding to the hounds. Several members of other hunts mentioned they wanted to take the idea of a Leisure Field to their hunt management to consider the idea.

A Leisure Field, or whatever you chose to label it, is an idea for every hunt in need of new members to consider. We have all been new to fox hunting at some point and could've benefitted from a mentoring program to learn all about our new pursuit. Experienced members may have had a horse that needs a gentle introduction to their job of field hunter or, like myself, have an injury where we’ve been banned from the saddle by our medical providers but in need a “hunting fix”. I truly had a delightful time teaching my rookie field members and encouraging them to join us in following the hounds in the future.

Fox Hunting has so many misconceptions. We’re thought of as crazy, running fast, jumping high and traversing through all sorts of treacherous country on a horse that can jump anything. So maybe the “crazy” and “run fast” part is true for some of us. If you want to jump then, yes, your horse would best have that skill. Yet, following the hounds CAN be for the faint of heart! As evidenced by the debut of the Leisure Field we can engage new membership for a whole faction of horse, nature and hound-loving people by offering an introduction that is not overwhelming (ie, frightening!). The Leisure Field is also a superb way to introduce a green horse to the hounds and the hunt or to re-introduce a seasoned horse who is unfit or returning to work after an injury layup.

It just makes so much sense! Too bad I had to break my back to think of it!

It’ll be several more weeks until I can ride again (yes, Ridgecrest was strictly in violation of doctor’s recommendations) but once I’m back in the saddle for good it’ll be even more weeks until I can move back up to First Field. You can be sure during that time I’ll be leading out the Leisure Field every chance I can.

And, even after I'm back up in First Field I’ll happily be the Leisure Field Master occasionally to introduce newcomers to the fun world of Red Rock Hounds. Besides, I like those frequent checks with the Whoopie Wagon!

Tally-Slo!

Photos and Videos:

Pictures from the Leisure Field: http://fieldhaven.phanfare.com/5441275

(photos courtesy of Scout Valentine, Shawn Lloyd and Joy Smith)

Video of our recap of Day 1 at Friday Night's Dinner: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLJGR1PDoF4&feature=share

Video by Shawn Lloyd: : http://vimeo.com/35175130

The Blue Dot - A FieldHaven Miracle Story

The Blue Dot at 12 o'clock.

Sounds like it should be part of a nursery rhyme.

In the world of shelters and veterinarians the Blue Dot at 12 o'clock means a negative result on the Feline Leukemia blood test. Many a sigh of relief is heard over the Blue Dot at 12 o'clock because it means a sick cat or kitten doesn't have the dread disease and a healthy-looking one does not have Feline Leukemia lurking about, ready to attack the feline immune system.

The Blue Dot at 12 o'clock make all of us happy at FieldHaven.

The Blue Dot at 3 o'clock is a heart breaker.

When we see the Blue Dot at 3 o'clock it means the cat is positive for the Feline Leukemia (FeLV) . Cats and kittens stricken with FeLV have a very high mortality rate. Especially kittens.

There is a slight chance that cats or kittens with a positive FeLV blood test may fight off the virus. It's not common but it does happen. If you remember my beloved Louise. She was FeLV+ when she was a kitten but she was one of the lucky ones who fought off the disease.

Kittens that are positive for FeLV may look and act very healthy but their prognosis for either fighting off the virus or for living a very long life is pretty dismal. It is a common practice for shelters to euthanize cats and kittens that test positive.

Usually when FieldHaven accepts cats or kittens from other shelters they are tested before the transfer takes place.

Here's where the first part of the miracle in this story starts. Through a miscommunication, 3 4-week old kittens that we transferred from a nearby shelter in late May did not get tested.

That oversight ended up saving 3 little lives.

When we did our intake we blood tested each kitten. The disheartening result was a Blue Dot at 3 o'clock for each kitten. And, as if to emphasize the result it was a very strong positive.

Our first reaction was that we should euthanize the kittens. After all, they were extremeley young and their outlook for a living even a few more weeks was not good.

Three of us looked at each other and offered to take the kittens to their sad fate. But then we looked at them. The image of those 3 tiny lives tumbling about as they played with each other is frozen in my mind.

In the next moment, as if we were all of one mind, we made the decision to give these beautiful little creatures as much love as we could for as long as they remained happy and well.

We set up a place for them in our Isolation Room filled with fluffy beds, toys and yummy food. An X-pen was set up outside and volunteers were encouraged to take them out to play in the grass and sunshine.

We hoped for a foster home for the triplets but it's understandable that someone wouldn't want to take them home knowing they probably wouldn't live long. It takes a special person to provide "hospice" care for kittens.

A foster home turned up in in the unlikeliest of people. My sister Jann had recently lost her beloved Roontay to liver cancer and she was taking the loss hard. When I heard she wanted to foster the kittens, I admit I was very against it. How could she take on these little heartbreakers when she was already deep in grief?

As Jann setup a kitten's dream room filled with climbers and every toy a kitty has ever wished for, the kittens were showered with love by Jann and other volunteers. As they grew they started playing in the flower gardens by the barn. To them it was deep dark forest and they spent hours playing hide and seek amongst the bushes and flowers. They did gymanastic demonstrations in the grass and tantalized Tamra the hound. Happy, happy kittens!

And healthy too! They grew and grew, never had a so much as a sniffle. Who would know that a killer disease lurked in the blood of each of them.

But we've seen this before. The kittens act healthy and we think this is the time they fight off the disease. And it does happen, but I have never seen it happen with kittens who reacted so strongly to the test. They are the ones that are persistently positive and then one day they become sick.......

We didn't want to do another test because we didn't want to be saddened by the reality of another positive test.

But last week we knew it was time to do it. I was driving on my way to the mountains when I got a call from FieldHaven.

It was a Blue Dot at 12 o'clock!!!!

Miracles like this for Dannigan, Tavic and Zuma are made possible by all of our volunteers, supporters and donors. Because it is with all of your help we are able to share this story of a FieldHaven Miracle. Thanks to all of you ......and to Jann for believing.....

Homer (AKA Jacquo-Baire) Home At Last

I recently recieved a letter from FieldHaven adopters, Brian and Kimberly Davy. It made my day. No, let me correct that - it made my week! Thank you, Brian and Kimberly for seeing who Jacquo-Baire really was; a wonderful companion who may not be the handsomest dude on the block but a fabulous friend. I really can't add anything more - Brian says it all below......

Homer, AKA: Jacquo-Baire came to us when Field Haven called my wife and advised they had an adult cat that fit the type of lifestyle we had described for our new addition. I had fallen for the large grey boy called Major and I will say my first impressions of Jacquo-Baire were none too positive. His rough exterior was of immediate concern, torn ears, lopped off tail, tufts of hair and hide loose on his backside, and what appeared to be a couple of behavioral ticks that were of concern. One of the most compelling reasons I immediately adopted him was that he appeared to be one of the least likely to be adopted. His fur was full of the tufts of hair he pulled loose by his own claws attempting to twist around and clean the bottom half of his back, his eyes were nearly pure orange and his coat is all black………………….he is a Halloween Cat, thus part of his name…………………as an indoor only cat in our home he would not be victimized by some holiday pranksters or superstitious foolishness. He also exhibited his claws at all times, front and back, like an old grizzle bear………………….thus the second half of his name………………….he became Jacquo-Baire!

Adoptive parents need to understand that an Adult cat will never truly reveal themselves in a store adoption center environment, there are too many noises, smells, new people, sights and sounds that are all unfamiliar and intimidating to all but the most outgoing cat personalities. Jacquo-Baire was no exception, all but the smallest of hints were all he was going to show us but the reasons to bring him home were larger than any concerns I would have about his personality or appearance. So home he came. We began to get acquainted with each other and as the layers of the onion were peeled back, so to speak, what we found was pure kitty love and more of it than we have ever seen in any of the cats we have had over the years.

We have two cats that are a very affectionate pair and we cannot bring other cats into this environment for fear of losing the wonderful nature of this existing relationship. We had attempted to introduce a feral cat that had adopted us into our home after she was run over by a car, hoping that we could give her a better life than dodging cars in the mean streets of Lincoln. The resulting mayhem showed us that it just wouldn’t work. Jacquo-Baire was to have a companion when we moved my office temporarily to Susanville.

After becoming acquainted with Jacquo-Baire, his little loving heart was all I could see. He was quick to abandon his quirks, adopted Betty Boop, his new feral roommate, and is by my side at all times while in Susanville. He is the quintessential cuddle bug, anxiously awaiting my return to Cabin and lavishes me with doting attention and affection while I am there. His little crippled, cropped off tail is his first line of offense. If I come to Cabin and do not immediately saturate him with lovings, I will feel an insistent tap on the leg from Jacquo-Baire. He wants to greet me by loving the brim of my hat and would soak up all the lovings I can give him……………..non stop. His routines revolve around my schedule but the time I can devote to him are never enough. He knows that when I clean his potty box and pack my duffel he is going to be a couple if not several days without seeing me. He does not try to hide his disappointment and leaving him behind always feels a bit cruel but I know he has a much better life with me than without because at all times I yearn to spend just a little more time with him than I can, he is fed the best and healthiest diet and has the best Vet and medical treatment I can give him. He will never want for anything but to see me more and I the same with him.

I could go on and on about the loving relationship Jacquo-Baire and I have developed, but what I really want to share is not just the relationship and bond we have formed but the love that was found in a place where it may have not been expected. I had thought years ago about purchasing a cat for about 800 dollars, a Bengal, but I would not have known from the onset what personality I would have found in that animal. I could not have ever expected to find such a diamond in the rough as what I found with Jacquo-Baire, a rough looking GentleCat that could win over a Feral stray ruffian and me to the point that all I can say is: “Adopt your next pet…………..Give them a chance to become part of your family. Spay and neuter because there are just too many little lives lost to euthanasia (Execution) in shelters across this country………………ADOPT, ADOPT, ADOPT.” As was so eloquently stated in a movie I saw one time, “Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know just what you’re going to get”. Adopting Jacquo-Baire was the best thing I ever did, and the best thing Field Haven ever did was to rescue him from euthanasia at the Placer County Animal Shelter. What was lost is now found and although we cannot write the ending…………….Jacquo-Baire, AKA Homer, will enjoy the longest life possible, full of love and joy………………….But it is I that have received the gift!



Brian Davy

2 Angels Named Jen

The horses were fed, the kitties tucked in for the night and FieldHaven volunteers had gone home to dinner on the early September evening when I went to close the back gate before going to my own dinner. In the dusk I saw a flash of a small cat in the bushes by the back gate. Taking a second look I thought I recognized our neighbor's Manx tabby. As I crept closer I realized it really was a kitten and I swore under my breath; some flipping idiot had dumped a kitten in our driveway!

For the next half hour I tried to round up the kitten but he took me on a tour through our arena, the neighbor's yard and the horse turnout then up the bushy tree by the arena. Far up the tree. And, by now it was really dark. I ran to the barn to grab a flashlight and thought what a fine time it was for no one to be around; no Preston, no Jann, no volunteers, not even a stray neighbor driving down Ironwood Lane to help me capture this wayward kitty! And, no cell phone in my back pocket to call anyone. Just me, a flashlight and little tabby barely visable as he teetered in the leaves at the top of the trees.

A big sigh of relief as I saw lights turn down Ironwood then my prayers were answered as the car turned into FieldHaven's driveway. Then out of the car popped our very own FieldHaven angel, Jen Paul! I don't remember why Jen showed up at that moment but I do know she was guided to us.

With Jen holding the ladder steady for me (I really don't do ladders well!) and shining the flashlight up the tree I managed to scoop the kitten into a very large carrier along with a few leaves and branches.

We took the carrier to the Cat Trailer. As I donned the leather gloves to reach into the carrier to pick up what we were sure was a feral fighting machine I looked at the scared tabby cowering inthe back corner and just didn't see "feral" in his eyes. Taking a chance I reached in pet his head. I was rewarded with a purr.

As Jen and I gathered the little guy into our arms I started looking him over using the "nose to tail" method. Or in his case, nose to rear since he had no tail. It was all looking good until I got to the rear. Beneath the fur I found an open wound. As I examined the wound I saq creepy crawling creatures. It was totally crawing with maggots! In fact, there were several wounds with the same disgusting infestation. Icccckkkkkk!!

Jen and I worked on those wounds for an hour; flushing, flushing, flushing until the last ghastly worm was dispatched. Our little rescue purred the whole time.

We tucked him into a condo with a soft bed and warm food. I dubbed him "RiceCake" and told Jen I was going up to my house and make some rice for dinner. Blllllecchhh!

Not everyone appreciated my twisted sense of humor but I kind of liked the name RiceCake!

We were soon to discover that RC had Manx Syndrome, a genetic defect in some Manx cats that causes severe bowel and bladder issues. HotRod, FieldHaven's resident Manx also has this syndrome which requires her bladder to be expressed twice each day.

FieldHaven volunteer Jen Rosenbrook met RC and instantly fell head over heels in love. Well, who couldn't love those big brown eyes! At first we made Jen promise that she would only foster RC after he had surgery to relieve some of the symptoms. She assured us it would only be during his recovery. We should've known he'd never be coming back to FieldHaven when she expressed her repulsion at my quirky name of RiceCake and changed it to Darby.

Jen kept us all going with the foster ruse for nearly a year when she firmly announced she was going to adopt Darby. Of course, we were all thrilled! Jen was the second angel named "Jen" that came into Darby's life and, without a doubt, his most important one.

Health problems have been Darby's worst enemy since he first arrived at FieldHaven but with Jen's unrelenting love and the amazing skill of Dr. E and the staff at Banfield Darby thrived. His bright brown eyes captivated Jen as she showered him with her love and attention.

Cats with Darby's condition have a very short life expectancy and Darby, unfortunatley, didn't break any survival records. Earlier this week Darby went to the Rainbow Bridge while Jen cradled him in her arms.

But Darby did break records for the amount of living and love he gave to Jen during his 2 and a half short years with her. No kitty has recieved more love or given more love. What more could we hope for when these beautiful but broken little creatures come to our doorstep? I think God truly sends them to us to give them a very full life overflowing with love. Darby and others like him have a short life but one that is stuffed to the brim with happiness.

Thank you Jen Rosenbrook. One more little angel kitty is at the Rainbow Bridge patiently waiting for the day you meet again. And, Jen Paul, for appearing out of nowhere that September evening. Because surely little Darby would not have survived very long on his own.

Rest Peacefully Little Darby. (You'll always be "RiceCake" to me)

Louise

It’s been over 5 weeks since Louise went to the Rainbow Bridge. I still can’t believe she’s really gone.

Everyone that knows me – even if only in passing acquaintance – knows how much that little black cat meant to me. And you know how my heart is broken so I don’t need to tell you how hard this past month has been. But the wonderful memories I have of Louise come bubbling to the surface with each tear cleansing away the grief.

In celebration of Louise’s life I’d like to share some of the stories that make me laugh and smile as I remember them. I hope they bring a smile to you too – or maybe just to shake of your head at how crazy in love I was with that cat!

Louise was just a few weeks old when she came into Preston’s and my lives. She became my “To Go” kitty as I simply packed her up and she went everywhere with me. Camping, business trips, shopping, horse shows, family vacations, dinner at friend’s houses, the grocery store…….

We like to think maybe we started the trend of “pocket pups” where people pack their Chihuahuas and other tiny dogs wherever they go. Years before that trend became popular with the Hollywood set Louise was going everywhere with me.

We earned astonished looks wherever we went – especially at the horse shows where I walked Louise on a leash around the show grounds. I became known as the woman with “that black cat” and Louise had a legion of fans who were amazed at how she’d sit on my shoulder and watch the horse show.

Preston would haul horses to Southern California with Louise as his travel companion, looking out the drive side window smirking at the funny looks people gave. Like they’d never seen a guy driving a 1 ton crew-cab dually hauling a 30 foot horse trailer with a cat on his lap?

Every day brings another memory of Travels With Louise.

A visit to my mom’s in New Jersey found Louise attending church with us on Sunday. A week-long trip to a resort in the mountains of NY State and Louise joined in every activity. Business trips to Chicago, Baltimore, New York, Seattle – I was probably the only business person on the plane with a spare travel-size litter box in my computer bag. Visiting friends in Maine, Virginia and all over California. Las Vegas to visit the big kitties at the Mirage. Several trips to Best Friends Animal Sanctuary in Utah along with side-trips to Bryce Canyon and Zion Parks where Louise experienced her first snow storm (she wasn’t amused at that photo opp). Boating trips all over California found Louise joining in at all the parties but she drew the line at going out in the boat. Even Louise had her limit of what adventures she would take part in. And, countless horse shows, horse camping adventures and, in recent years, nearly every weekend at Red Rock in Nevada during fox-hunting season.

Just for Louise, I designed Louiseware. She had a wardrobe of those colorful scarves to rival any teenager’s closet. I started creating them to share with 4-footed friends of all sizes. Then when we started FieldHaven Louiseware became a fundraiser for the shelter and volunteers took over creating the wide variety of designs sized for anything from kitten to large dog. We haven’t done much with Louiseware for the past few years; maybe it’s time to revive the label.

Louise always enjoyed her scarves and wore them proudly. We would tease her about being undressed if she slipped out of one.

She also wore her harness with grace. This was standard wardrobe for extra safety whenever we traveled.

But, like boating, Louise let me know that she drew the line at wearing a kitty size horse blanket. One time at a horse show I spent a ridiculous amount of money on a tiny Baker Blanket sized just perfectly for Louise. I was so excited about putting it on her and showed it off to all my friends. I ran back to the barn area and dressed Louise in it. My enthusiasm was abruptly squelched when Louise looked at me with fire in her eyes, flopped on her side, started whipping her tail around in anger and refused to move until I removed the utterly embarrassing piece of apparel.

That tail was often Louise’s “voice” – it was in perpetual motion. From a slow, rhythmical movement (happy and content) to snapping it like a whip (pretty pissed off), her tail would communicate her mood. I could always tell what she was feeling and thinking.

Louise’s house was her domain and she didn’t tolerate other cats with any patience or even pretend to be happy about sharing her space with another cat. As little as she was she had no inhibitions about ripping into a cat that wandered into her house without asking her permission first. For as much as she became an icon for saving the lives of homeless cats and kittens she was frankly fairy selfish about keeping us and her home to herself.

Louise was always an indoor-only kitty although she would try to sneak out when a door was accidentally left open. Louise liked to go on her walk-abouts. To her it was no big deal. But for me it was an emergency that took on the proportions of an All Points Bulletin – all hands on deck searching for Louise until she was found. Usually munching on some grass that she would later hurl onto the floor once she was safely back inside the house.

Oh…yes, the chewing habit. Louise savored anything she could get her teeth on. Plants, flowers, pens, straws, antennas – yes, antennas. I can’t count the number of antennas I had to replace on the old-style cell phones – and a couple of times, the phone itself. All the pens in the cup on my desk had their tops chewed off and the little microphones on my telephone headsets were unrecognizable. If you left a drink with a straw on the counter Louise chewed off the straw. Flowers couldn’t be placed anywhere in range of Louise – she’d eat the most colorful blossoms then barf up brightly colored slime. More than once Preston’s thoughtful, romantic bouquets of roses for Valentine’s Day, Anniversaries and other special occasions had to placed high out of her reach or they’d become (expensive) regurgitated kitty vomit.

Louise had the most captivating and expressive golden eyes. Their uniqueness became her trademark feature that highlights the many pictures of her. From casual snapshots to staged photo shoots, Louise was a remarkably photogenic cat. Just like the super-model she was, there was an air of arrogance around her especially when capturing her image for a FieldHaven photoshoot. She would patiently pose in any situation I would put her in. In spite of her patience she didn’t necessarily like being a model. She knew it was one of her jobs and would pose, pasting a contented look on her face. But the whole time her tail would flip in ultimate impatience and she’d often grumble under her breath. A true diva who knew her duty but wasn’t in love with the role.

In 2003, when my sister and I founded FieldHaven we embarked on an adventure to help the “Louises” in our community. The FieldHaven logo proudly bears the likeness of Louise. I often spoke of Louise when telling the FieldHaven story; describing her as “very simply the most important cat in the entire universe”. To me she was…..and still is.

I’ve often told the story about how Louise came into my life at a time of personal challenges. She was truly my personal pet therapist and was instrumental in helping me heal during that difficult time. Louise’s healing ways have continued even during the past few weeks as her spirit has sent healing messages to me.

Louise and I had a deep connection – and in spirit still do. She was always waiting for me by the door when I’d come home. She followed my about the house and made herself a part of every activity that took place in our home. Just picking her up and holding her in our special Louise hug and burying my face in her fur beat the hell out of any therapist.

As Louise’s illness progressed late last spring and through the summer, I spoke several times to Linda Schooler, an animal communicator. Linda was able to help me “talk” to Louise and understand what she was feeling. Several days before Louise’s passing Linda told me 2 things. One was that there was a strong link between Louise and horses. Given her history of living with horses her whole life this wasn’t surprising. But what left me a little concerned was Linda’s discussion about the possibility of a horse coming into my life that would have distinct personality traits that I would recognize as very Louise-like. Admittedly, I was a bit bewildered and a little concerned by this. Having an 8 pound cat with an independent, strong personality is one thing but in a 1100+ pound horse? That could be a little troublesome. I remember thinking to myself that Louise’s distinctive traits weren’t something I’d find favorable in a horse!

Linda also mentioned a strong feeling that something significant would be happening on October 18th. At first I thought maybe that would be the day Louise passed to the Rainbow Bridge.

Louise passed away on October 14th and in my grief I thought nothing more of that date for several days.

On the 18th of October 4 tiny black kittens were brought to FieldHaven…………….could it be? Frankly, I was reluctant to accept the gift. It was too soon and my heart was hurting too much. But I could foster 2 of the kittens. That’s not making a commitment, right? Well, not unless you become a Foster Failure and end up adopting one of your foster kittens. Last week Norma Louise Smith officially became a member of our family. She makes me laugh and her soft, shiny fur and rumbling purr dry my tears and warms my heart. I think I'm falling in love.

The horse with the Louise personality? On October 15th I met a wonderful black horse that I instantly fell for. The purchase of Taylor was finalized and he arrived at FieldHaven on October 18th. Our courtship before purchase was short and we had a lot learn about each other. Well into our first week together certain issues about his personality began to emerge; when mounted he will do anything I ask of him, he is a pure delight to ride. However, on the ground he can be more than a little on the temperamental side. When annoyed he very strongly lets anyone around know it. We’ll work on adjusting that attitude but I think I know where it’s coming from.

The spirit of that little black cat surely is with me every day. Thank you, Louise for 11 incredible years together.

Thank you for letting me share with you my story of the “most important cat in the entire universe”. I know you have one in your life too…..please share your stories below so we can all celebrate those treasured relationships. And, I know I’ll have more Louise stories as my memory is jogged to remember a silly story or a special time.

As you may know, we are building a new shelter for FieldHaven. There are a number of opportunities available to sponsor rooms and items in the shelter. I am determined to sponsor a community room in Louise’s name and have made an initial donation towards the $5000 and donations have been made in Louise’s memory but there is still about $3000 to raise. If you are interested in donating click here.

Click here for a photo album of some of my favorite Louise pictures.

Concrete Field of Dreams

It seems sureal - is it really happening?

After 3+ years of planning, fundraising, planning, fundraising, planning, fundraising the new shelter construction is finally under way!

It actually started back in August with the demolition of our old, decrepit but beloved Cat Trailer. Then the site was prepared, forms built, preliminary plumbing and electrical started. After that it was a long, long waiting game while we worked through the county permitting process. Much paperwork, phone calls, emails, meetings - "i"s to dot, "t"s to cross - entirely too much time wasted in my opinion. Thank goodness for my husband, Preston and Project Manager Leslie Brinskele who both spent countless hours working throught the tedious details of the permit process And a huge thank you to Placer County Supervisor Robert Weygandt and his team for their support and assistance.

As the permits were issued work began on preparing for the start of the "real" construction. Somehow, it still didn't seem true that we were actually going to be starting the new shelter. I guess my impatience had evolved into a state of skepticism that it was actually going to happen. Sort of like that cliche of "when I win the lottery".

Well, folks, the lottery has hit FieldHaven! Yesterday, the concrete foundation (it is "concrete", not "cement", right Scout?) was poured. It is now reality. The shelter is rising from the fertile ground of FieldHaven, right on the very spot where the Cat Trailer sat for more than 30 years. That old Cat Trailer raised several human families before it became the transitional home for our feline family members. Most of those members moved on to their loving, adoptive homes to live out their lives in feline splendor. Those that were too sick or too old to leave the Cat Trailer spent their last days in the loving arms of the FieldHaven staff and volunteers where we gave them the best possible send off to the Rainbow Bridge. Truly many stories filled with laughter, some with tears but all with a powerful sense of fulfillment, are imbedded in the ground underneath this beautiful pad of concrete.

It is a new beginning and, yes, there will be more bumps along the way. What construction project doesn't have them? But it's all forward from here on out friends! Yes, we have more fundraising to do but what was it that was said in that movie "If we build it, they will come". In this case, we know kitties will come - no doubt about it! But I also believe the funds will come. This seemingly ordinary pad of concrete is FieldHaven's Field of Dreams.

Is this Heaven? No, this is FieldHaven.

I Know It's Not Much.....

I know it’s not much……

That’s how the note started that we received at FieldHaven last week. It went on to say

“….but our community had a carwash and we’re giving you the donations we
received.”

It was from a member of the community of Rocklin Ranch in Rocklin. It was signed “Nikki”. No last name or any other contact information. The accompanying check was for $58.00.

Nikki, since I don’t know how to reach you by phone or email let me tell you how your “not much” is going to help the cats in our community.

The $58 you and your neighbors so generously raised and donated will have huge and lasting effects. Here’s just a few of the ways $58 can be used:

• 
  For $30 each (I’ll pitch in the extra $2!), 2 female adult cats will be spayed. Or, for $15 each 4 female kittens will be spayed. Consider for the 2 adult cats, 11 unwanted, homeless kittens (or 22 for the 4 kittens) will not be born to these cats. Kittens that could likely face a death sentence simply because there’s not enough homes.



• 
  About 16 cats or kittens will be vaccinated against feline distemper (panleukopenia) preventing an all too common disease that is usually fatal or, if not, costs 1,000s of dollars to treat.



• 
  6 kitties will be tested for the deadly and contagious FeLV virus.



• 
  8 kitties will receive a microchip that will help ensure they find their way home if they are ever lost.



• 
  48 kitties will receive flea protection.
  

So, Nikki, you and your neighbors are making a huge difference in a lot of kitties lives. Thank You!



Please don't ever think your donation is "not much". Every dollar you donate, every hour you volunteer, every book you contribute towards our books sales, every person you tell about the good work FieldHaven does, every friend you convince to spay their cat - it all helps in ways you can only imagine.

Click here to make your donation to FieldHaven. Thank you for your support!