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25/12/2024

She asked us to rehome her two cats ASAP. Both of them 12 years old, she’d had them 10 years. Said she needed to travel and do some things she hasn’t been able to do for the past ten years, as she could not travel and take care of her cats at the same time.

Hard as it was, it was time to let them go.

She didn’t want to go anywhere exotic. No summer in Paris or finding herself in Kathmandu. Not Belize or Cancun or even Vegas or Palm Desert. She just wanted to see her Mom again. Old friends and family too. Back to where she came from. That was her calling. And anything else she could do this next year or two. Giving up her cats wasn’t part of the plan. Neither was cancer. And one year, maybe two; that’s what her oncologist told her. If there were things she wanted to do, this was the time.

She adopted Penny and Lucy from The Pongo Fund a decade ago when a woman we knew had her world turned upside down. She lost her home, her marriage. Everything stopped all at once. She loved her cats so much that she asked us to find them a new Mom.

And we did.

Now, the wonderful woman who welcomed those kitty friends ten years ago needed us to return the favor so someone else could welcome them.

This woman, she didn’t want to let them go. But it was for their own good, not hers. Same thing the first woman said. Imagine loving someone that much, that you need to let them go. Penny and Lucy.

Pure love, these two.

She told us she’d like to meet the person we chose for the adoption. She just wanted them to know that Penny and Lucy were the best ever. She wanted them to go with all of their toys and beds and food and treats. And she wanted the new person to know that sometimes Lucy got an upset tummy and how Mom would put her on her lap and lay her on her back and rub it while she sang to her.

Maybe she’ll never get an upset tummy again, but if she does, at least Lucy’s new family would know what to do. Her only request was that they stay together. And if the new family couldn’t afford their care, she’ll leave them some money because she wants them to live forever.

She wanted to make sure we didn’t think poorly of her for what she was doing. She just knew that at some point soon, they were going to have a new family whether she liked it or not. If she could do it now and meet those people, she would feel better about it.

We knew how hard this was for her, because she was the one who was there ten years ago when Penny and Lucy had nowhere else to go. She said yes back then, and now, she was asking someone else to say yes.

Finding a new home for two cats is not easy. For two senior cats, even harder. But we had one card to play, and we played it then.

We called a woman who used to live in the Portland area but moved away several years ago. She used to have two cats but needed to give them up when her life turned upside down.

She bounced back in a new place a few states away. New job. New life. But always following The Pongo Fund on Facebook and cheering us on with love. We thought maybe she would welcome two senior cats.

Because ten years ago, she was the one who needed to let them go, Penny and Lucy.

Over the years she had told us, if there was ever a cat needing a safe place to go, to please let her know. Because she knew how it felt to have someone let you go. Someone let her go. She let her cats go. So that’s where we left it. To please keep her in mind, and she would be there.

None of us knew it would be for the same cats she was forced to let go ten years ago. The cats she loved so much that she gave them up for their own good. For what was best for them. Every now and then we gave her an update, to let her know how they were doing. She didn’t want too much information, that was too hard, she said. But just to know they were safe and happy and most of all, that they were loved. Yes, we told her, they were loved. She loved knowing that.

We called her. Told her we had a cat in need of a home. Two of them, actually. We shared a bit more information. She didn’t have a clue. All at once she stopped talking and started sobbing. That’s when she knew.

Sometimes life is like a rubber band. What goes around, comes around. For this woman who loved her cats so much that she let them go ten years ago. And now, she was there to welcome them home.

A few days later she was in Portland. These two special women hugged over their shared love for the same two cats. For both of them, the loves of their lives. One of them is back home now, with the cats she never thought she’d see again. And the other one, is telling her Mom she doesn’t have much time left.

Both of them, with love as their guide.

Sometimes life is like a rubber band.

For Penny & Lucy.

And this is why we Pongo.

Sit. Stay. Eat. Live.
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25/12/2024

Christmas Eve Emergency -- Cat Foster Update:

Just a few minutes ago I was finally able to reach the woman needing emergency foster for her cat so she could return to the hospital to save both her leg and her life.

Thank you to everyone who reached out to help per the previous FB post. The good news is that we found several wonderful people in Portland ready to foster. The problem was that we were unable to reach the woman, and we feared she had already returned to the hospital.

Like peeling an onion, each layer hits differently. Some of them make you cry. But not all of them.

That’s what happened here.

The woman is feeling better and is going to remain at home for now. If she does need to return to the hospital, she *thinks* she has someone to watch her cat. If something changes, she will contact The Pongo Fund again.

The fact that we followed through with such urgency, including trying to reach her so many times including just now at 5:30pm on Christmas Eve, gives her hope. She knows they are both loved.

Thank you to everyone for being there for them both.

Saving Two Lives.

And this is why we Pongo.

Sit. Stay. Eat. Live.
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24/12/2024

Groucho Marx said You Bet Your Life.

But what if it were you? Without Groucho.

Would you bet your life?
Would you bet your leg?
Would you bet your cat?

Would you bet your life and your leg and your cat?

That was the phone call we got.

She just spent 30 days in the hospital to save her life. The entire time, her cat was home alone. She was lucky to have some people check on him, but that was just for food and water.

She got so worried she left the hospital after 30 days. She wasn’t supposed to leave. She did anyway. She needed to check on her cat.

After just a couple days home her leg infection had returned even worse than before, when the ambulance rushed her to Emergency.

She can’t stay home. But she has no one else for her cat.

So she’s betting her life, and his too.

If she stays home, she will lose her leg.

Or worse.

If she goes to the hospital to save her life, her cat may lose his.

Welcome to The Pongo Fund. These are the calls we get. They suck.

But we focus on the help we can provide and not the suck.

Right now we’re trying to find an emergency foster for this senior cat. We’re hopeful we can get it done. (She is in Portland, OR -- I apologize for leaving that out of the original posting)

We think we have some kind hearted kitty people ready to step in.

Almost Christmas.

We know two of the things we’re wishing for.

Because if we can save one, we save both.

And right about now you’re wondering what’s going to happen.

I wonder too.

Because despite numerous calls, we can’t reach her.

No one answers. The voice mail is not set up.

We don’t know if she’s back in the hospital. We don’t know if the cat is once again alone.

All we do know is that we’re doing everything we can to help.

We’ll take all the good mojo you can share.

Saving Two Lives.

And this is why we Pongo.

Sit. Stay. Eat. Live.
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22/12/2024

She did the best for him for 18 years.
Even when she went without
her own dinner so he didn’t.

Life was good.
Even when
they were homeless.

Henry had not been feeling well and one thing led to another. And the part about another, well, that meant it was time to say goodbye.

She promised him he would never know pain. And pain was just around the corner. But the cost to euthanize was more than she had.

$55 more.

She whispered in the phone, not wanting Henry to hear her. She whispered, she said, because she didn’t want Henry to think he was a burden.

My next check is still two weeks away, she said.

It’s not his fault, she said.

True that.

Nothing was Henry’s fault. He was pretty much perfect. Even now, despite the disease he could not beat. Perfect. That was Henry.

Could we help, she asked?

She loved him so much, she said. She couldn't ever imagine loving more. She would whisper those words to him until his last breath. And most likely, she would continue whispering those words to him, for several breaths more.

The Pongo Fund is here, we said.

Because saying goodbye is important to us. Even though we hate it. Hello and Goodbye. Where did the years go? Gone in a blink. So fast. Too fast. Don't leave. Even though you must...

Henry is now with Scooby and Hank and Bella and Schultz and Ben and Billy and Kai and Monte and Psalm and Willow and Baby and Blue and Rose and Chloe and Rusty and Baby and Riley and Windy and Kramer and Peace and Ginger and so many more, in the company of Angels.

Good night, sweet friend.

For Henry.

And this is why we Pongo.
Sit. Stay. Eat. Live.
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Even when it’s right next to us, we might not even know. Just like today.In two pictures.The first pic, those are some o...
22/12/2024

Even when it’s right next to us,
we might not even know.
Just like today.
In two pictures.

The first pic, those are some of our Kibbler Elves, spending part of their Saturday packing the kibble. There was Shauna and Eddie and Jessica and Jason and Lisa E and Lisa K and Angela and Mary and Nadia and Christina and Xanthe and Stefan and Marty and that was just part of the 29 Pongo Volunteers who did the work that needed to be done this week.

The Kibblers Kibbled, Eddie kept the kibble totes filled, Christina and Lisa E quality checked each bag, yes, that’s a thing for us, we QC each bag, Stefan and Marty and Jason kept the kibble moving outside, loading up each car or truck as it arrived.

The second pic, that’s the part most of these wonderful people packing the kibble never get to see. For they are working so hard inside, that they never get to see the long line of cars outside. Cars driven by people who sometimes travel 3 hours round trip to pickup dog and cat food that is delivered back to their community. No one’s ever going to make a movie about this. That’s ok. Ryan Reynolds is already busy.

But if the kibblers and the kibble couriers ever got together, I think there would be a lot of high fives all around.

It was a really good day.
Especially because
Many Dogs and Cats Did Not Go Hungry.

Even the December Sun Shined On Us.

Thank you to each one of you who fuel this work forward with your kindness and compassion. Moments like these, this is what you make possible. Because everything we do, we do together.

It was a really good day.

Thank you for being there with us.

Being a Helper.

And this is why we Pongo.

Sit. Stay. Eat. Live.
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Portland, Oregon

21/12/2024

The manager said Trudy moved and left a box for The Pongo Fund.

When she said Trudy moved, she meant Trudy died.

That’s what they called it in their building. Moved.

And people moved all the time.

It was a low income, special needs type of place. Everyone had challenges, more than just financial. But they had those too. Trudy and her roommate shared many disabilities. When Trudy’s roommate moved, they expected Trudy to not be far behind.

But then one day she got a cat. It was a secret cat since cats were not allowed. Like Trudy, the cat also had trouble walking. They were the perfect pair, they seemed to share the same bad hip.

Yet together, they thrived.

Instead of another roommate with two legs, the new roommate had four.

And that led to secret cat #2. And secret cat #3.

Those secret cats, no one knew exactly where they came from. Just that one day they were there. Cats no one talked about, except everyone knew about. Cats that spent their days doing cat things from the safety of a room with a view.

All of the cats were older. All of them had health issues. All of them got the vet care they needed thanks to some cat friends.

One day, one of the cats moved.

Trudy took it in stride.

A year or so later, another one of the cats moved.

It was now Trudy and only one secret cat.

They continued just like always.

Trudy didn’t wish for any more cats. She already worried about who would take care of them when she moved. So the one cat that was left, that was enough. Especially because Trudy had been facing more health issues and they weren’t getting better.

The last cat moved.

Trudy moved too.

The box for The Pongo Fund didn’t look like much, just a small cardboard box. But it was filled with treasures. Some favorite ping pong balls. Some feathery things. Some little bells. Some handwritten notes. One of them had The Pongo Fund phone number. Another one had the name and phone number of one of our Pongo friends. That was the best part.

Because that was the Pongo friend who became a regular part of Trudy’s life, delivering the food and litter and ping pong balls as needed. Trudy couldn’t afford any of that. But she had three cats and they needed to eat and p**p and play with ping pong balls and The Pongo Fund provided all of it.

We didn’t talk about it. Not ever. And we did it for years.

Guess you could say we were providing secret care for secret cats.

But we didn’t do it alone. The building manager was part of it too. We were a team.

She loved Trudy. And she loved the cats. She could not have cats, but she loved them anyway. And when she saw Trudy depressed after her roommate moved, she’s the one who snuck the first secret cat in.

And the second.

And the third.

All of them started out in pretty rough shape. No chips. No tags.

Just looking for a place to be safe and grow old.

Then they met Trudy.

Meow.

Meow.

Meow.

The box that held all the kitty treasures. That might have been the best treasure. Because for the cats, it was their favorite box.

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened.” - Anatole France

Being a Helper.

And this is why we Pongo.

Sit. Stay. Eat. Live.
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Portland, Oregon

20/12/2024

Sister Mary Catherine Rose was found outside a church in some rose bushes 16 years ago. She goes by Rose. Unless she’s in trouble, then it’s Sister Mary Catherine. And apparently, she gets called Sister Mary Catherine a lot.

She’s a tortie with a swoosh of white fur top of head. It looks like she’s wearing a wimple. I didn’t know that word either. But let’s just say, she looks very religious.

Her Mom, an elementary school teacher, retired many years ago. Based on how much teachers used to get paid, let’s just say her Social Security benefits are pretty slim. Thanks to credit cards, she had the money to pay for Rose’s dental. Many extractions were needed.

Rose was accustomed to eating wet food with some dry, but now she was switching to only wet due to the lack of teeth.

Rose’s Mom was not prepared for how much more the added wet food would cost. Plus, after the surgery, Rose decided her favorite wet foods were more expensive than before the surgery. Her Mom asked if The Pongo Fund could help.

She said it would be only once, until she made the final payment for the dental. And she said she would donate back to The Pongo Fund for all the cat food we provided.

We’re not comfortable when people tell us they will pay us back for the food they get. That’s the whole reason we’re here. To help when help is needed. We told her that. She said ok.

But she did it anyway.

But instead of money, she really hit a home run. She donated to us an entire box of children’s books that she had saved over the years. These were well loved, well read books. No collector items.

Unless you count love, then every single one of them was priceless.

What was so nice about this is that one of the local grade schools that works with The Pongo Fund has a lot of very low income families. And they always enjoy books, so they were elated to get this box. That they had all been read by many others made it even more meaningful.

So here’s to you, Sister Mary Catherine Rose. Tortie with a wimple. Lover of expensive wet food. You may be missing some of your teeth, but you still have all the love. And we’re glad you like our food.

As Joseph Wood Krutch said, “Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want.”

Being a Helper.

And this is why we Pongo.

Sit. Stay. Eat. Live.
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Portland, Oregon

18/12/2024

Three Pennys.

Penny had a mammary mass and it wasn’t her fault. She’d been bred too many times. Thankfully those days were over. Her new life was kisses and walks and couches and naps and stuff like that. Penny loved her new life. The mammary mass had to come off. Too large, too fast. Her Dad could not afford it. He spent a month doing whatever he could to raise the few hundred dollars needed to save Penny. He gave blood. He redeemed bottles. He did day labor. But there was only so much day labor he could do, since he was in his 70’s. His vet worked out a deal. If The Pongo Fund could help, he’d find a way to make it work. It was only a couple hundred dollars. The mass came off.

The little boy was about 4. He handed me a penny. He didn’t know why. His Dad reached into his pocket and the penny came out. He motioned the little boy to give it to me and say thank you. That penny was his first charitable contribution. And he gave it to The Pongo Fund. We were at their homeless shelter to feed the dogs and cats. There were many. They had a dog named Bruce. He reached into his pocket with the goal of pulling out all his money to give to his son to give to me. He didn’t realize that all his money in that moment amounted to a single penny. He was embarrassed. And he wanted me to know that the next time he would have more money. I thanked him for his donation and told him that it would be added to every other donation we received. All of it would be used to buy more food. Plus, the penny he gave his son to give me, was everything he had. That spoke louder than the amount. He gave every last cent. I told him he was one of the most generous donors ever, to give every last cent. The man cried. Bruce and the little boy napped.

Penny arrived at the shelter with her cat and nothing else. Just her and Charles and it was a miracle they were even alive. The shelter made the call. They said they needed some help. Charles needed food and litter and a carrier. Penny was about this big and weighed about so much and her shoe size was pretty common. That’s what our volunteer told me. And on the way to the shelter with cat food, litter and a carrier, our volunteer made sure to stop and get Penny a few things to wear. Penny slept in new pajamas that night. Charles slept with her.

For the Pennys.

And this is why we Pongo.

Sit. Stay. Eat. Live.
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Portland, Oregon

17/12/2024

He was about 90, give or take. Really didn’t matter.

Because when you’re about 90, that’s all that matters.

He’d spent a lifetime helping others. Maybe he helped you once or twice too.

Now he needed a bit of help. Not for him.

For his best friend.

Going on a trip.

The Last Rodeo kind of trip.

Things had gotten a lot more expensive since the last time one of his best friends took the same trip. This time, he didn’t think he had enough money to pay for it.

Could we help?

Yes we could.

Not us though. You. That’s who helped. One of you who told me once that in moments like this, just let them how much it is. No other details mattered. So I did my part. And you did your part.

And the man who had cried many cries in his about 90 years, cried maybe more than ever before.

We checked on him later. Asked how he was doing. He said good as he could. We asked if there was anything he needed. He said maybe a sandwich.

We waited for the punchline. There wasn’t one.

The last couple weeks he’d already spent his next month’s money helping his little buddy. And his food budget became his veterinary budget. He’d make the same decision again if he could.

He was hungry. We could fix that. He didn’t know that though. So one of our volunteers got him a sandwich.

He also didn’t know we’d had his best friend cremated and would be returning the ashes very soon.

A few days later our volunteer went to his home. She had bags of groceries. Not too many bags, because too many bags looks weird. Just a couple bags. Really good bags of food. He said there was a mistake, that they were not for him. She assured him they were.

The third bag though. That was the best one.

Because that’s where his best friend was.

He never expected they’d see each other again. Sure, it was a different kind of seeing each other, but they were still the same best friends. He cradled that little urn like it was his most prized possession.

And then, just like he’d done a thousand times before, he said to his little buddy, let’s go inside.

As George Eliot said, “What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?"

Being a Helper.

And this is why we Pongo.
Sit. Stay. Eat. Live.
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Portland, Oregon

16/12/2024

The rules said no phone calls. He answered the call anyway. He broke the rules because he had nothing left to lose.

He was on his way to 30 days sober. He was doing it for him. He was doing it for his wife. More for her actually. Because she was always right.

But she passed away unexpectedly a few months earlier.

And once his wife died, that’s all there was.

Until that goofy little dog ended up on his porch.

He called her Fluff. He called her Muffin. He called her Pumpkin. He called her Rose. He called her Sweetie. He called her many different names and they all fit.

He couldn’t believe no one had reported her missing. She was older. She limped a bit. She drooled a bit. He said she was perfect.

He called The Pongo Fund for dog food.

He was sinking fast. The 30 days sober was the hardest thing he’d ever done. He answered the phone because he saw our number and could not afford to miss the call. He forgot the rule about no calls during meetings and quickly left the room.

He whispered from the hallway.

He was embarrassed that he needed help. He said it seemed like he needed help with a lot of things. More than just dog food.

So we talked about more than just dog food.

He said when you drink so much that you lose almost everything, you don’t deserve charity. He was steadfast in his words. He was in a dark place.

We asked about the group. The Pongo Fund helps several people in AA and other support groups. It’s some of our best work. It was one of the other men that told him about The Pongo Fund.

He said when you go to an AA meeting and talk about dog food, you know you really need help.

A few days later we delivered dog food for his sweet girl. The day we met, he was calling her Honey Girl. She wagged her tail when he said her name. But really she wagged her whole rump because she didn’t have much of a tail to wag.

We shared a bag of dog food. Some cans and treats too. Enough to keep her fed for a couple months. A leash, collar, and bed, too. He said he wanted to be the best Dog Dad ever. We told him about some wonderful dog places in his neighborhood.

He said we saved his life. He said we saved her life too.

For his 90 day goal, he said he was going to donate a bag of food back to The Pongo Fund. He looked down at Honey Girl and asked how she felt about that.

She wagged and danced.

He picked her up and she plastered him with kisses.

He said he was enjoying being sober.

She kissed him some more.

Being a Helper.

And this is why we Pongo.

Sit. Stay. Eat. Live.
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Portland, Oregon

13/12/2024

He said Long Live.

Not in a Taylor Swift kind of way.

Didn’t matter.

That he said anything at all meant he was beating the odds.

His caseworker said he might have been trying to say Live Long and Prosper. He still had a sense of humor and he was probably making a joke.

He reached out and gently took the cat from her, and said Long Live again.

Then said “come on Kitty, let’s go sit down.”

And that’s what they did.

Ignoring anything else going on, they sat quietly in a chair and looked out the window.

He touched her with the gentle hand of someone who had known a thousand cats. But far as the caseworker knew, this was just the first one.

He did not grow up with animals, and someone said he wasn’t fond of cats.

TBI does strange things.

The caseworker said sometimes TBI helps bring back the person who was there all along. So maybe this guy who was beating the odds, maybe he was really some sort of Magical Cat Whisperer and no one knew it.

Maybe.

Or maybe this time around, he simply loved cats.

Long Live.

It turned out the caseworker also did some cat fostering. One day she had a cat with her and the man was very interested. One thing led to another and she wondered if he might enjoy having a cat.

But she knew he could not properly care for the cat financially or intellectually. Because he was on the short end both financially and intellectually, at least in standard measure.

But emotionally, he had won the lottery.

Because this man knew LOVE.

The man and the cat visited several times when the caseworker visited. The cat was older, she had some funky things going on, and the caseworker knew she was going to be a tough adoption.

But she loved her carrier and she loved the car and she loved going with her from appointment to appointment so that’s how they rolled.

And it looked like she loved this man too.

The caseworker said it was the first time any of her clients had just reached out and taken the cat and sat down together.

That’s when she called The Pongo Fund.

She said she had a crazy idea.

We told her we loved crazy ideas.

She shared the story I just shared. She could provide the basics for Kitty to get set up, but ongoing care was going to be a challenge. Food and vet care could get expensive for this man who had love, but no money.

She asked if we had any ideas.

We did.

And that’s why today this cat named Kitty sits in a chair with a man who says Long Live and means it.

They spend their days together. They look out the window. They nap. They both get excited about the feather toy.

It was a Crazy Idea.

But we love Crazy Ideas.

Remember this moment.
Remember this feeling.
Long Live.

And this is why we Pongo.

Sit. Stay. Eat. Live.
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Portland, Oregon

09/12/2024

She’d been home for a couple weeks. She’d tell you nothing had changed except for the walker. She wouldn’t tell you she almost died.

And now it was two cats for rehoming. That's why we were there.

Both of them older. She was older too. And still recovering. That was the problem. The cats she’d had forever, her only family, they had become safety hazards. She was tripping on them as she walked.

That wasn’t the plan. But the cats were cats doing what cats will do.

As she shuffled along in her walker, they surrounded her like bodyguards. But they got too close and she would step on them, or even worse, she would stumble.

Thankfully she bounced back from the stumbles, nothing injured except her pride.

Financially she had little, but she had enough for food, litter, the essentials.

What she didn’t have was a plan to keep the cats safe from the dangers of her walker. And it looked like the walker was going to be part of her life for quite some time to come.

What she was worried about most was falling on the cats and hurting them. Even though she moved slowly, it was a struggle.
Thus her call about rehoming the only family she had left.

Emotionally, no one was ok with the plan. Not her. Not the cats. Not us.

We watched as she shuffled around her small apartment, pointing out her cat’s favorite this and favorite that and how much she hoped they could be adopted together but she knew that was a longshot because she’d already called several cat rescue groups and everyone was full.

She hoped The Pongo Fund could help.

Except The Pongo Fund isn’t in the traditional cat rescue business.

Sure, we’ve rehomed many, but always quietly and in terms of what was best for the animals. Dogs. Cats. Horses.

But this time, it seemed to us that what was best for everyone, was for everyone to stay together.

She shuffled across the room. She made more noise than walkers usually make.

But we noticed instead of walking it was more of a clean and jerk shuffle. Instead of the smooth slide the walker should have had, it was more herky jerky.

Instead of a walker it was more of a rumbler.

It made no sense.

But that was the problem. Because with every step she needed to lift the walker and then lean forward to put it back down a few inches ahead. The cats were underfoot, and between them and her own legs not supporting her well, she struggled.

She had called someone about the walker, she explained what was happening. She was told to give it more time, that she would get used to it.

So that was her plan. To get used to it.

But there had already been too many cat cries and too many little falls and she knew that for everyone’s safety, she needed to let her cats go somewhere safer.

It was our volunteer who noticed the walker legs were uneven. He tilted it back and forth, and sure enough, he was right. Adjusting the legs would fix it, but the thumb screws would not turn. Totally jammed. And for the want of a jammed thumb screw, a woman and her cats were about the be separated.

There was some brief conversation. Our volunteer knew of a machine shop that he drove by now and then. He was sure they had the tool to loosen the thumb screws. He helped the woman sit down and promise to not move until he was back. He took the walker and left.

And lickety brindle he was back in a flash. The machine shop turned the screws like melted butter and used a laser to even out all the legs. They lubed the chassis too, to make sure it rolled like new. He stopped by his house on the way back and grabbed four tennis balls to fit over the end caps. Then he rushed back to the woman and her cats.

A machine shop. A thumb screw. Some tennis balls.

Sometimes it’s just that simple.

Because sometimes the best rescue is the rescue not needed.

We bet the cats knew the answer all along.

Being a Helper.

And this is why we Pongo.

Sit. Stay. Eat. Live.
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Portland, Oregon

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