This narrative will be lengthy. It describes our first rescue mission to the gulf coast to help the animal victims of Katrina. It tells what we learned, what we saw, and how it affected us. It suggests ways for rescues to help based on our experience, and it suggests ways that non-rescuers can help. It is broken down into sections so you can skip the stuff you don’t want to read, or immediately find the text you’re interested in.

Introduction

Cast of Characters

The beginning

Our time in Pearlington, MS

Facts (will change as time goes on)

Suggestions for Rescuers (will change as time goes on)

Tips for Rescuers (will change as time goes on)

Suggestions for non-Rescuers

Thanks to.....

My Thoughts, Observations, and Impressions (in no particular order)

My Message to the Animals

Introduction

Here begins the story of 4 days and 2200+ miles in my life, and the lives of my friends/rescue colleagues. This is written from my perspective, as one can only write from their own perspective. My friends may have slightly different observations and memories, but we all have the same feelings about the situation. We are disgusted by those hampering rescue activities unnecessarily and encouraged and gratified by the response from animal lovers across the world.

Cast of Characters

Carmen – AFH President; she was her usual efficient, determined, take-charge team leader..

Maribel – AFH - steady, calm, and rational. Maribel remains nonplussed even in the face of this disaster. She’s a rock.

Sean – a new AFH volunteer and my new best friend. Sean and I spent the better part of two days in a van together. I found him to be bright, insightful, dedicated, capable, and eager and willing to learn rescue. Thanks to his wife Cynthia for letting us take him over 1,000 miles away for the weekend.

The girls – four women who jumped into this rescue effort, packed up their Jeep, followed us into the disaster area, and pitched in to help. Particular thanks to Randy, who brought approximately 20 new foster parents into our rescue system. She’s a dynamo. Randy, Rosalie, Taryn and Danielle stayed behind to help Kendra (below).

Kendra - with the Pontchartrain Humane Society in Mandeville, Louisiana. AFH has adopted this Humane Society as our “little sister”. We plan to support them on an ongoing basis by moving dogs to new homes through our rescue/transport network. We will also assist with donations and any items they may need – not just now – but going forward for as long as we are needed.

Sam - Pontchartrain Humane Society in Mandeville, Louisiana – a smiling man who managed the staging area for the animals. His organizational skills, combined with his dedication, steady demeanor, and obvious concern for the animals make us want to help even more. Sam lost everything he owned to Katrina, but he was spending his time helping the animals rather than starting on rebuilding his own life.

Dr. Ann – amazing vet who came in from Florida and managed the medical section of the staging animal. Amid chaos, she took care of all animals entering the facility. She always had a smile on her face and patiently answered question after question posed to her.

Rescuers – dozens of them – all ready to do whatever is necessary.

Local people – stopping by to help. One guy came by in a truck offering everyone ice. It may not sound like much but in the heat and dirt, it was appreciated.

The local and not so local cops and sheriffs – some pitched in to unload our vans. One let me plug my cell phone into his cigarette lighter to charge.

Donors – everyone who gave money, goods, and support.

Random Acts of Kindness – people in convenience stores where we stopped to rest who gave us donations and encouragement; a guy working in a convenience store who gave us free drinks and filled up our coolers with ice; people waving and smiling as we drove by them.

The Beginning

The beginning..... the most devastating natural disaster in US history

Thursday, 9/8/05 – distressed by a lack of first-hand knowledge coming out of the gulf region regarding animal rescue efforts, and driven to be part of helping to save the thousands of animals needing help, A Forever Home (AFH) ( www.aforeverhome.org) decides to pack up 2 vans with food and other supplies and head to the region. We had no idea where we were going, what we would find, if we would have access to affected areas, how we could help, how we would be received..... basically, we knew nothing but the fact that we had to do something. There were thousands of animals dead, stranded, injured, lost, starving, displaced, suffering, and in need – just because they happened to live in the path of a hurricane named Katrina. We were going wherever we were needed to do whatever was needed. We left at 4 pm on Friday, September 9 th.

Our Day in Pearlington, MS

On Saturday, September 10 th at approximately 2 pm, with only two hours before we would reach the affected area, we got in contact with Kendra at the Pontchartrain Humane Society in Mandeville, Louisiana. We had been trying for over 24 hours to contact her, but with power out and cell phone towers down, we didn’t have much hope. This was the start of a lucky streak and a new friendship. When we explained what we wanted to do, and what we were able to do (with the support of hundreds of rescue colleagues and animal lovers), Kendra gratitude was enough to bring us close to tears.

Kendra directed us to a staging area in a tiny town called Pearlington, Mississippi. We were advised to go there and contact Sam, who was managing activity there. On our way down Interstate 59, it was surreal. First there were just a few trees down here and there. As we went on, mile by mile, more and more trees were down. As the devastation got worse and worse the farther we headed south, our shock and disbelief grew proportionally. In my mind, it was like one of those end of the world movies, where a wide camera shot shows nothing but decimated fields.

We arrived at the staging area and introduced ourselves to Sam, who directed us to pull our vans in and start unloading. We unloaded hundreds of pounds of food to add to the stockpile already there. We brought leashes and collars, water bowls, treats, latex gloves, hand sanitizers, and other necessary supplies.

For the rest of the day and evening we hung around waiting for animals to arrive. Unfortunately, not many did, although rumor had it that hundreds were expected.

We left that night with 11 dogs in our van, headed back home to Virginia. Andrea and Donald with the Washington Humane Society had driven to the area but were unable to locate any animals to remove. They contacted us, and they were able to share the burden by taking some of the animals that we otherwise would have taken in addition the 11. When we left for the day, all animals were spoken for. We also left the area with solid information that would assist us in our next trip, and that we could share with fellow rescuers and concerned parties. That information follows.

Facts

Suggestions for Rescuers

Tips for Rescuers

Suggestions for non-Rescuers

Thanks (my personal thank you list)

I know that I am going to forget someone. Please forgive me. We are overwhelmed with the responses we have received to our appeal for help.

In no particular order.....

My Thoughts, Observations, and Impressions (in no particular order)

This is the most devastating thing I have ever seen. The affected people lost everything – homes, family members (including pets), clothes, photos, valuable papers..... I think about that while I’m typing this and looking at my dogs on my bed and then turning to my personal photos on the wall.....

I am obsessed with the thought that these poor, innocent animals are wandering aimlessly, trapped somewhere, being housed in staging areas, and even being rescued by strangers (us). They look at us with trusting eyes, some wagging their tails. Some look at us with uncertainty – maybe wondering where their family is and wanting to know who we are.

Do they think their families deserted them? If so, do they wonder why?

Are they holding out hope that their family will return for them? Does every sound indicate the possibility of a family member showing up to take them home?

What are they thinking? I’m sure they’re wondering why their dinner wasn’t on the table last night, or the night before that, or the night before that. It’s because there’s no longer a table to put food on, or a human to put the food there. Maybe they haven’t eaten in days.

Do they know that there is a good possibility that their families are dead?

They’re swimming in sewage.

They’re wounded – some with serious injuries – others with various wounds.

They have fleas and ticks.

Some are suffering.

Some are trapped in buildings, on rooftops, under collapsed buildings, in their homes – when their familes fled.

Why can’t I make them understand that they weren’t deserted and they are loved – we love them. Why don’t I have the ability to communicate what I want to say in a manner they will understand? Why don’t I speak dog? It makes me crazy that we can’t communicate.

Will a comfy bed, a pat on the head, clean water, good food, a safe home, and a family to love them ever be part of their lives again?

I hope my rescue friends are handling this better than I am, because I am haunted.... and I suspect I will be for a long time to come. Carmen says I had an epiphany. She may be right.

My Message to the Animals

Do you have memories? I have always hoped that you do, so you can remember all the wonderful times you’ve had with your families over the years. After my first trip to the gulf coast, I’ve changed my mind and I hope you have no memory of anything before the day that you are placed in a foster home. I don’t want you to recall going through the hell of losing your family, spending days, perhaps weeks, scavaging for food and feeling abandoned, scared, and hungry.

I wish I could guarantee you all a long happy life free of any memories of this tragedy called Katrina.

I wish I could promise all of you a forever home.

Tonight, whether you are sleeping in the streets, under collapsed buildings, in a ditch or field, I’m not sleeping because I’m thinking about you and trying to figure out how to help you. If you are sick or injured, I’m crying for you. If you are near death, I hope it comes quickly to end your suffering.

For those of you that we saved, I’m supposed to feel that you’re the lucky ones, but I don’t. I don’t believe that losing your family and the life you knew makes you lucky. I think it’s incredibly sad, unfair, and unbearable.

To all of you, I hope you’re not living with my nightmares......

Your friend

Patti Stinson

9/12/05

PS: I am on the phone with Carmen right now to finalize this document. Her most vivid memory was not just the animals – but how the human victims of Katrina were right there with us working to save the animal victims of Katrina, even though they had lost everything themselves. The humans had haunted looks in their eyes as they told their incredibly sad stories, yet their love for the animals shone through. They are some amazing people.

Check www.aforeverhome.org for updates to our mission.