Morco`s adventures in England. A real wonderful story!

The good news is that I found Morco, my ginger male cat, after almost 2 months!!!!!!!

Morco, back home  eu si Morco Morco

Morco disappeared at the end of April. He went out just like he used to do in every morning and he did not come back. I started searching for him: I posted flyers in the neighbourhood, I went on all the streets surrounding our house looking for him and nothing. I even went to a house two streets away from us who had a ginger cat in the window asking them if the cat was new in their house. The answer was no. I met all the cats in the neighbourhood and but not Morco! I had lost hope I could find him.

But two days ago, I received an email from a gentleman asking me to help him find the owner of a Romanian ginger male cat. He had found the cat near his house and, realising it is a lost cat, he took the animal to the vet and found out that it came from Romania thanks to the cip number. I could not believe my eyes when I read the email. First, it looked like a joke to me. I read the email 3 times and I replied that I am the one who had lost a ginger male cat with a Romanian cip.

Saturday morning, I received a reply to my email stating that the cat was fine and the family would welcome us to collect him. They live almost 4 miles away from us. I could not believe that a cat could go that far. But still when I entered, it was Morco!!!!! Yes, it was him! I pet him and he started to purr. So it was really him! Wow!

This lovely and wonderful English family had seen him a few weeks ago near their house in a very nice place called Offchurch. First, they did not feed him thinking he would go back to his house. But Morco did not leave that place catching mice and baby rabbits. They realised he was a lost cat and started feeding him until they were able to touch him. Than they took him to the vet who read the cat`s cip and told them he is from Romania. Unfortunately, my contacts were not to be found in a British data base for cat owners. So the gentleman started to search on the Internet for Romanians in Leamington Spa. He found my blog and wrote to me. This is how we found each other.

The English family who found Morco knows and visited Romania, they have been to Rosia Montana, Sibiu, Maramures. I will never forget what they did for Morco and I will always be grateful to them for taking care of him and searching me. They gave me the most impressive lesson of humanity and civilisation of my entire life with what they did. THANK YOU!

We promised to keep in touch and I hope to see them again. I consider them my friends because of what they did for Morco and also because they like Romania. Thank you, wonderful people!

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PS. This is also a lesson also about the importance of microcipping pets. They found me thanks to the microcip. I have already visited a vet today and he told me how to register my contact in a data base, so if one of the cats gets lost again, they could find me.

Felita, my first rescued dog

Me and Felita in her home  It was before Christmas in 2011, quite cold outside. When I went to feed the dogs from the block, I noticed that the little fluffy one could not walk with one leg. I thought a car had hit her, but I hoped she will get better.

I had met her in the summer when she was staying next to another dog, hit by a car at one leg, barking and hoping someone will find them and help him. I was on my balcony and I heard her barking. I knew it was not the barking of the dogs from the block. So I started looking. I found her and her friend with a hurt leg. I fed them and I gave them water. It was already dark so I took him the next day to the vet. He cured fast. Now it was her with am injury at her back foot.

After the New Year, I took her to the vet and she had some x-rays done. The vet told me it was a bad injury and she will need surgery. I said: Let`s do it! I took the dog to the vet in the morning and I want to work. I was quite nervous because I could not be there with her. At a certain moment the vet calls me and tells me the injury is quite bad and asks me if I agree with the leg amputation. I said „No, a stray with an amputated leg will not survive. We`d better put her to sleep”. The vet refused because she said it was a healthy dog and she promised to do her best to save the dog`s leg.

The surgery was fine. The next day when I went to see her, she was wagging her tail when she saw me. She was happy, I was happy. I took her back but I could not take her inside, my nusband did not agree with it. I started looking for a place for her. I remembered a gentleman had asked me about her and I called him to see if he was still interested. „I do not want a dog with a surgery on the leg”, he said. I was so dissapointed! The weather was getting colder and colder and she was staying outside!.

My husband went to another city with his work and I improved the opportunity and I got her inside for one night. She was soo happy! I was happy too! I cuddled her and spoiled her and she really liked it. Unfortunately, I had to take her out in the morning befor going to work. I did the same until my husband came home. After that she had to stay outside.

I was pregnant at the time and, one night when  I went to the fridge, I heard something scratching at the door. I opened the door and I saw the dog. She had searched for our apartment coming through the basement and she had found our door! Amazing! She had gained the right to stay inside! Yeyyy! In the meantime, I was still looking for a home for her. Thanks to a good friend, a lady from Denmark contacted me and told me she wants to adopt her after she heals because the costs were quite big in Denmark.

Unfortunately, one month after the surgery she could still not walk well. I told that to the potential adopter and together we said that it is better to go to another specialist. I contacted a friend vet from my home town and he adviced me to go to a professor from the Veterinary University in Bucharest. I talked to him and sent him the x-ray through email. he told me that the dog needs another surgery and that in almost 2 months after, she will walk normally. The adopter agreed with this second surgery, she was so kind, a wonderful woman, and paid for it. It was a difficult surgery and I am sure the poor dog suffered a lot because of that, but, at the end of May 2012, almost 2 months after it, she was walking very good. Me, my husnamd and Felita

I had told her Fetita (little girl in Romanian) and I kissed her good bye on 1st of June 2012. She went to her home in Denmark where she is called now Felita. This was also the beginning of a wonderful friendship with her adopter for me. She visited Romania in 2013 and she saw the place where her dog was rescued from. Last autumn, I went to Denmark and I saw Felita at her home.  She has a great home, a big garden and, most important, a wonderful family who loves her.

20141019_142423PS. I must tell that her friend whom she was staying close when I found them, he was adopted in Sweden. He has a very, very happy life there. Lucas