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It's a journal. It's a devotional. It's a record of a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) survivor. It's documentation of God's activities in real time. There are good days and bad, happy times and sad... I tell it like it is. This is an unscripted walk along the meandering paths of my mind. My life has never been dull... and I've never known boredom. Read on, you'll see...

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Name:Iona Hoeppner
Location:Kissimmee, Florida, United States

I am a happily married mother and grandmother of a large family. I've also had several careers including writer, teacher, trucker, investment and finance advisor, web master and artist. I am an ordained minister (not to the pulpit) and consider my calling to Christ's service my most important role in life.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Goodbye, Maureen

Today, I was saddened by news that a friend lost her battle with cancer.

We met Maureen, a Bulldog Club of Amerca rescue worker, when she rehomed one of her "problem" dogs with us, one the vet suggested they put down. She wanted to give Baby Snooks (as we call her) a chance and so did we. We drove across three states to get her. She was our third rescue bulldog with major problems. Maureen said, "You ought to be in rescue." So it began....

We became part of the rescue network, too, rehabilitating and rehoming bulldogs who came from backgrounds of abuse, or whose owners gave them up due to illness or other issues. Every dog's story differed, but all were wonderful dogs deserving more than they had gotten. One common thread ran through most of these bulldog surrenders; the owners often did not know of the bulldog's special needs for proper skin fold care, eye care, etc. And the owners usually thought of the dogs as property.

Baby Snooks came from a background of neglect. She was removed by the Louisiana authorities and Maureen took her in. The poor dog had been kept in a fenced area with no shelter. Food and water were provided but very little human contact and no physical care. She was so covered with demodactic mange that her skin had thickened yet oozed with a foul drainage and she had almost no hair. She had cherry eye, heartworms and intestinal worms. Covered with fleas, ears full of gook and infected. I can only imagine how miserable she was. The vet felt there was little hope for her. Maureen called us... I think God whispered in her ear.

Maureen and I talked often about Baby Snooks, who has a permanent home with us, and the dogs we each were trying to rehome. She taught us about rescue. Mareen was such a tenderhearted, yet wise woman. Some folks would say taking in a termially ill dog is unwise. Well, dear ones, Baby Snooks is well and happy right here at my side and we brought her home to us six years ago.

She almost died during her heartworm treatment and again as she became toxic during the four month long dosing to rid her of the ingrained demodex mange mites. Her cherry eye was resolved with medication and hygiene as was her ear infection.

God gave man dominion over the animals of the earth. With dominion comes responsibility. We can't do animal rescue now because of where we live, but we can help in other ways. So can you.

I am thankful God brought us in contact with Maureen and pray she is in His presence right now.

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