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HomeMy WebLinkAboutEmail from Gwendolyn Monroe – Plea to Not Euthanize Camp Fire Pets Schuman, Amy From: Menchaca, Clarissa Sent: Wednesday, February 27, 2019 4:22 PM To: Schuman,Amy Subject: FW: Correspondence. CL&w a.Me ,chaca' Associate Clerk of the Board Butte County Administration 25 County Center Drive, Suite 200, Oroville, CA 95965 T: 530.552.33081 F: 530.538.7120 Twitter 1 Facebook 1 YouTube 1 Pinterest From:Snyder,Ashley Sent: Monday, December 31, 2018 8:01 AM To: BOS<BOS@buttecounty.net> Cc: Menchaca, Clarissa<cmenchaca@buttecounty.net> Subject: FW: Please see the below correspondence. From:farmerjane555 <farmeriane555@Jyahoo.com> Sent:Saturday, December 29, 2018 5:50 AM To:Clerk of the Board <clerkoftheboard@buttecounty.net> Subject: I am appealing to you on behalf of the many, the hundreds of volunteers all over the Nation that work tirelessly and tediously matching photos of animals that have been displaced by the fire to the posts and pleas of their owners, trying desperately to find a match, one match at a time. But I also plead with you on behalf of your constituents, the community members and residents of Paradise, the victims of the Camp Fire. Some of these people lost everything. Their cars became burnt out carcasses, their homes, ash. They lost neighbors, friends and family members and every single part of their lives that they had known the day before. They put their hands over their mouths. The Prayers and tears flowed, and they ran, for their lives. Past cathedrals of flames, and what looked like night smoke, back towards the safety of daylight. And the monster in their rearview mirror grew smaller, and smelled weaker. 1 Before you left for work on November 8th, you put the dog in the backyard, or the garage, and with your kitty in the house, you locked the door and left. Just like we all do, every day Only today, this simple common act sealed your beloved family pet to a gruesome and terrifying fate. How could anything live through this? There was no escape. But, some survived. With singed whiskers and missing fur, barely breathing, on bleeding feet, they ran, for their lives too. Or hid. They waited under cars, and in storm drains, while this beast devastated everything that resembled their lives before that day. They waited until there was nothing but the dark and quiet and cold of after the fire. Then from around a tree, or out of a culvert they craned to look for familiar headlights rounding the corner, towards where the door used to be. They tried hard to hear a voice call out their name. Nothing. Just black silent desolation, pain, and fear. They waited by the porch for you to return, But you dont. No one does. The smell of the burn masks all other smells. There is no food, and there is no water. The night is full of the cold, left over by a burn. A shiver, a whimper they wait. The ones that ran, slowly return to where once they were fed. The ones that hid, still cant move. They become prey. They starve. They freeze. They sleep in soot. But they stay, and wait. No one returns for twenty then twenty five then thirty days. That fire, and the fear that made you run, it also turned your house-cat into a critter made up of instinct and luck and desperation , or else, it turned your house-cat into ash and bone. The town is burned. Lives are lost. Your job, your school. You are dirty and choking, and wanting for rest. You feel guilty for locking the door. You fear you killed your four legged friend. You imagine their horror. You suffer nightmarish dreams. The only decent thing left that the fire did not consume, was Hope. That is all you have left. Hope that your special little bundle of fur made it out of the jaws of the fire. And that he, or she, miraculously is there, where your house once stood, alive. And waiting for you. And the days drag on. The animals that beat these unsurmountable odds, and stayed alive. Should not be labeled as such that it ensures their destruction. Yet they came into "intake", in traps and cages, and were classified, and labeled "feral". Whether were or not. Then these "ferals" were further isolated, in cages, away from public view., and deprived of any amount of human contact that might give them up as domestic, docile pets. 2 The fire, injuries, starvation and isolation, to this same degree, would make a savage out of men. But, It proves a degree of loyalty and perserverance in these pets that most living things are never tested enough to acheive. And their survival can reward the only things of value left for many human victims, HOPE, LOVE, and FAITH. The survival of someone's beloved chicken, or parakeet, or dog or cat, can very well deliver the most important tool that you will need for them to rebuild themselves, and, in turn, for all of you, to rebuild this community. We, that boatload of volunteers, owners and rescue workers are requesting access to these cats deemed "feral". Specifically: Access for one person or a team, to photograph these animals and add those photos to our database of found pets in order to be sure, to be absolutely sure, that Vickie Grayson and Aaron Freer are not going to be denied that chance at reunification with the only thing that they have left, that they love. That these victims are not deprived of this last chance at something other than despair cuz there's something good and fair that will be forever gone from them at an intake staff worker's mistake in judgement, or flawed policy and procedure. It just is not worth it. One or two people, to photograph these cats, and share these photos, in order to remove neverending doubt and suffocating guilt. Also, I ask that you Please reconsider any plans of the euthanization of these animals without this further research into possible private ownership, as well as the well documented beneficial aspects of established, feral colonies. One last thing of the utmost importance: many of these cats were deemed feral because of tipped or notched ears. That is a common misperception. Because things have changed over the last ten or twenty years. I myself, have three housecats, all are fixed, and chipped, but have "tipped" ears. My vet makes ear tipping a practice. To be able to recognize altered pets from afar, and without disturbance to the animals. I am sure he is not the only one who does this. Please consider the weight of those pet's lives that rest on my request, and the hundreds of people who would be grateful and respect you would gain from the fairness of your decision to allow us to be thorough and complete un our search, before advising somebody that their animal did not make it. Think of the injustice, to the owners, and their pets, if this poor model of labeling trapped, unchipped pets as strays is allowed to stand without this simple, final examination. We are only asking you allow us access, a d the time required to be compliant to state law, by allowing these animals to be viewed by members of the public who still cannot locate their pets. You have an obligation to let them pursue their search into this group of animals in order to be complete. One or two, volunteers, adding no hardship or expense to you, or the city or the county, can maybe find one more match and provide a light at the end of the tunnel, where before there was nothing, but smoke, and darkness. Thank You for your time and consideration, Gwendolyn Monroe Of"Camp Fire Pets" 925 752 3543 Farmerjane555[cr7�yahoo.com 3 Attention Councilmember Zuccolillo of Paradise, CA I am appealing to you on behalf of the many, the hundreds of volunteers all over the Nation that work tirelessly and tediously matching photos of animals that have been displaced by the fire to the posts and pleas of their owners, trying desperately to find a match, one match at a time. But I also plead with you on behalf of your constituents, the community members and residents of Paradise, the victims of the Camp Fire. Some of these people lost everything. Their cars became burnt out carcasses, their homes, ash. They lost neighbors, friends and family members and every single part of their lives that they had known the day before. They put their hands over their mouths. The Prayers and tears flowed, and they ran, for their lives. Past cathedrals of flames, and what looked like night smoke, back towards the safety of daylight. And the monster in their rearview mirror grew smaller, and smelled weaker. Before you left for work on November 8th, you put the dog in the backyard, or the garage, and with your kitty in the house, you locked the door and left. Just like we all do, every day Only today, this simple common act sealed your beloved family pet to a gruesome and terrifying fate. How could anything live through this? There was no escape. But, some survived. With singed whiskers and missing fur, barely breathing, on bleeding feet, they ran, for their lives too. Or hid. They waited under cars, and in storm drains, while this beast devastated everything that resembled their lives before that day. They waited until there was nothing but the dark and quiet and cold of after the fire. Then from around a tree, or out of a culvert they craned to look for familiar headlights rounding the corner, towards where the door used to be. They tried hard to hear a voice call out their name. Nothing. Just black silent desolation, pain, and fear. They waited by the porch for you to return, But you dont. No one does. The smell of the burn masks all other smells. There is no food, and there is no water. The night is full of the cold, left over by a burn. A shiver, a whimper they wait. The ones that ran, slowly return to where once they were fed. The ones that hid, still cant move. They become prey. They starve. They freeze. They sleep in soot. But they stay, and wait. No one returns for twenty then twenty five then thirty days. That fire, and the fear that made you run, it also turned your house-cat into a critter made up of instinct and luck and desperation , or else, it turned your house-cat into ash and bone. The town is burned. Lives are lost. Your job, your school. You are dirty and choking, and wanting for rest. You feel guilty for locking the door. You fear you killed your four legged friend. You imagine their horror. You suffer nightmarish dreams. The only decent thing left that the fire did not consume, was Hope. That is all you have left. Hope that your special little bundle of fur made it out of the jaws of the fire. And that he, or she, miraculously is there, where your house once stood, alive. And waiting for you. And the days drag on. The animals that beat these unsurmountable odds, and stayed alive. Should not be labeled as such that it ensures their destruction. Yet they came into "intake", in traps and cages, and were classified, and labeled "feral". Whether were or not. Then these "ferals" were further isolated, in cages, away from public view., and deprived of any amount of human contact that might give them up as domestic, docile pets. 4 The fire, injuries, starvation and isolation, to this same degree, would make a savage out of men. But, It proves a degree of loyalty and perserverance in these pets that most living things are never tested enough to acheive. And their survival can reward the only things of value left for many human victims, HOPE, LOVE, and FAITH. The survival of someone's beloved chicken, or parakeet, or dog or cat, can very well deliver the most important tool that you will need for them to rebuild themselves, and, in turn, for all of you, to rebuild this community. We, that boatload of volunteers, owners and rescue workers are requesting access to these cats deemed "feral". Specifically: Access for one person or a team, to photograph these animals and add those photos to our database of found pets in order to be sure, to be absolutely sure, that Vickie Grayson and Aaron Freer are not going to be denied that chance at reunification with the only thing that they have left, that they love. That these victims are not deprived of this last chance at something other than despair cuz there's something good and fair that will be forever gone from them at an intake staff worker's mistake in judgement, or flawed policy and procedure. It just is not worth it. One or two people, to photograph these cats, and share these photos, in order to remove neverending doubt and suffocating guilt. Also, I ask that you Please reconsider any plans of the euthanization of these animals without this further research into possible private ownership, as well as the well documented beneficial aspects of established, feral colonies. One last thing of the utmost importance: many of these cats were deemed feral because of tipped or notched ears. That is a common misperception. Because things have changed over the last ten or twenty years. I myself, have three housecats, all are fixed, and chipped, but have "tipped" ears. My vet makes ear tipping a practice. To be able to recognize altered pets from afar, and without disturbance to the animals. I am sure he is not the only one who does this. Please consider the weight of those pet's lives that rest on my request, and the hundreds of people who would be grateful and respect you would gain from the fairness of your decision to allow us to be thorough and complete un our search, before advising somebody that their animal did not make it.Think of the injustice, to the owners, and their pets, if this poor model of labeling trapped, unchipped pets as strays is allowed to stand without this simple, final examination. We are only asking you allow us access, a d the time required to be compliant to state law, by allowing these animals to be viewed by members of the public who still cannot locate their pets. You have an obligation to let them pursue their search into this group of animals in order to be complete. One or two, volunteers, adding no hardship or expense to you, or the city or the county, can maybe find one more match and provide a light at the end of the tunnel, where before there was nothing, but smoke, and darkness. Thank You for your time and consideration, Gwendolyn MonroeOf"Camp Fire Pets" 925 752 3543Farmerjane555yahoo.com Sent from my Metro PCS 4G LTE Android Device 5