'Win It' Wednesday: A Perfume Organic

I made up a poem about, my child that's 5 1/2 years old, and doesn't talk either. I want to inspire other families that are going threw the same everyday of there lives.

As I walk on the play ground

Hearing the other children laughing and talking to there mom's

I turn my head seeing the sun bright in my eyes

Looking down at my child, as I push my child on the swing

Everything around me was silance as my child

looks at me and smiles

that is when I here the angles singing

to angles children from the lord above

One foggy evening of the summer 2003 I and my grandma decided to take a walk to catch some fresh air. Together with us we took my grandmas dog Mumbles a very inadequate name for a huge German shepherd. Once we were walking down a quite dark alley situated between two apartment blocks we noticed two bright yellow spots gazing at as from the bushes I asked my grandma to hold Mumbles while I check what it was although it was quite unnecessary as I knew exactly that these were unmistakably cats eyes. Suddenly before I even moved a beautiful black cat jumped out of the bushes and we heard silent miau miau miau miau. Mumbles started barking and so my grandma said that we should go before he hurts the cat. We moved but the cat didnt as if asking us for help not caring that the dog could be dangerous. When we came back home I couldnt stop thinking about the cat. I had a feeling that I had to do something to help it. The following morning my parents came to take me back home. Before departing we yet again went for a walk. Purposely I proposed to go the same way I walked with my grandma the day before. As soon as we approached the alley I spotted the black cat. She started meauing again and this time I told my mum that Im not gonna move from there until we find out whats wrong with that cat. My mum walked up to the cat. It got up and started moving towards the bushes as if leading my mum there. When my mum checked what is she trying to show us she made an unbelievable discovery. In the bushes there was an old wornoff cat basket with 4 kittens inside it. Three of them were screaming blindly one wasnt breathing. I couldnt believe that someone was cruel enough to leave them there for death. The black cat quickly entered the basket and looked at us hopefully. Without a glimpse of hesitation we took the basket and rushed back home. The black cat who was later on named Kitty was very hungry. She ate quickly and got back in the basket to feed her babies. The fourth kitten who died and we couldnt help him was buried in my grandmas garden. Few days later my grandma bought some kind of a tombstone for him. On it she wrote R.I.P. The beloved son of Kitty. Im sorry we were too late. After seven years now the tomstone is still ther in my grandmas garden and Kitty and her children Peppy Iris and Suzie are living happily in our house. Peppy always destroying my drawings Dont have a clue why Iris always curling up at my lap as soon as I sit somewhere and Suzie who thinks Im her mum follows me everywhere and whenever I leave for longer refuses to eat that forced us to teach her to wear and walk on a leash. She doesnt really like it but she prefers wearing it than staying at home without me. 3

The sweet smell of success is when you give someone a hug and they say "Oh you smell good!"

I worked in a Vet's office and while there one afternoon and a man brought in this scraggly dirty shepherd mix he said to put her to sleep. You could tell she was greying around her muzzle. He wanted to have her put down because her arthritis was really bad and her owner his son had been deployed to Iraq. Our Vet looked her over and said she still had many good years left. I spoke up and asked the man if he would let me have her and care for her. After bathing and combing her out. We could see her brilliant red coat just like Georgia clay. She was put on arthritis meds and sleep beside my bed every night! I named her clay. When she arrived at the clinic she was 14 years old. She lived out the rest of her life with me and past at the ripe ole age of 18. Best and sweetest dog I EVER had.

I've many rescue stories dogs geese squirrels . . . but I'd rather share the story of a remarkable woman Bernie Berlin who founded A Place to Bark in Tennessee. I found her on Facebook she "friended" me and since then I get daily updates of her contributions to rescuing dogs and cats from abuse abanonment hoarding or worse ... death row at her local shelter. She spends her day her life her heart and soul saving animals. And she shares her heartfelt experiences with us all daily through FB and her blog at aplacetobark.com. I want no credit I dont know Bernie I just know that the world is a better place because of her part in it. And if you pick this little snippet please send the perfume directly to Bernie from a truly appreciative FB fan. Thanks! TLC