Small Dog Rescue

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In August 2000, Stella was found near death by a little boy on the overpass at 67th Ave and Beardsley. He got our vet to help with her and she became a clinic cat for a short while before she came to us. 

She was the sweetest girl.  She liked everyone; she would approach strangers and jump in their laps.  Stella was the cat that made people who didn’t like cats change their minds.  She was especially our early morning buddy who loved to be in Mike’s lap while he drank coffee.

  Stella was approximately 19 years old when she left us in 2016. We will never stop missing her.



 When somebody dies, a cloud turns into
an angel, and flies up to tell God
  to put another flower on a pillow.
 A bird gives the message back to
    the world, and sings a silent prayer
     that makes the rain cry. People dis-
         appear, but they never really go away.
    The spirits up there put the sun to
bed, wake up grass, and spin the
        earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you
        can see them dancing in a cloud during
       the day-time, when they're supposed
    to be sleeping. They paint the rain-
     bows and also the sunsets and make
 waves splash and tug at the tide.
         They toss shooting stars and listen to
  wishes. And when they sing wind-
songs, they whisper to us, don't
     miss me too much. The view is nice
and I'm doing just fine.
   - Ashley