Mozart's Requiem for Our Fallen Angels
Let me take you back to a dark and dismal cold day in 1791. It was December 5, 1791 to be exact. You may ask, "What was so special about that day?" This was the day Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart died at the age of 35, the famous European composer. A brilliant composer dead at an untimely young age. He was commissioned to write a piece of music for a Roman Latin mass by whom we still do not know to this day. If anyone has heard this piece, they will understand the emotions behind the man, which were of loss and despair, grief and frustration, yet praises to God honoring life and mercy. He did not complete this work, being taken at an unjust time. So it was with our Kerries at the auction. They were taken at an unjust and untimely time.
"A trumpet, spreading wondrous sound through all the graves of all the lands, will drive mankind before the throne." (From the Requiem)
We grieve our fallen Kerry angels at the Rocky Comfort, MO auction, at the horrors and disregard for life. We sigh in disbelief that our fellow brothers could turn their backs on those in need and so helpless. We cry for the suffering and loss of those we could not rescue. We ask ourselves, "What must be done to disband these vipers and their snares?"
Let this be our new battle cry. Let us not forget our fallen angels, our comrades in life and love. Let us unite together to wipe out every puppy mill off the face of the earth and bring justice to the guilty and heartless. Let not our fallen angels have died in vain. Let Missouri be our new drive in life to end all greed and suffering.
The Requiem saddens the heart as this day has saddened our hearts. Mozart could hear the composition in his mind and write it down only once. He did not need to edit his work. He knew what had to be done and with fluency his passion drove him to finalize his work. We must do the same with the exact precision and finalization of our work with the same passion and vow never to waiver in our steadfastness until our one of our angels is free.
In honor of our fallen angels, may we each send them a kiss of goodbye with a tear shed for each of them and a vow to remember them in battle and upon the sweet victory to hold their names on our banners high in requiem memory and honor.
The Dead Kerries
Why We Lost these Kerriesby Janet Joers
I have been asked by a number of you why 5 Kerries were not rescued at yesterday's auction. Perhaps, after the Shelbina Express auction where we saved every one of the 34 Kerries there, we were lulled into expecting to always rescue them all. Shelbina was an extraordinary achievement, and was, unfortunately, the exception to the rule. It is far more likely that we will come home with less than all the Kerries, as we did at the Great Escape and the April Surprise. A number of issues prevent a clean sweep.
The great limiting factors are:
- how aggressively we are being bid against
- how high the bidding goes and how much money we have
- how many foster homes we've lined up in advance
We did not run out of money at Rocky Comfort. We set our per-dog price at a level where the mill wouldn't make too much money (we know what the dogs sold for at previous auctions), and where we would not run the risk of artificially inflating the price for our breed. We walk a fine line between our desire to rescue every individual dog and our desire to protect the breed as a whole. By trying to depress prices, we also depress interest in our breed, and that is a good thing. Unfortunately, it means we may not always rescue every single dog there.
We do not rescue more dogs than we have foster homes for. Where would they go? That's why it is so important to have volunteers willing to foster for a month or two. That's a very short time in the life of a dog (and the foster family), but it can change the next 15 years of the dog's life. It's the difference between living in a hell hole, abused, sick, and starved, or living in a home as a well loved and cherished family companion. So please volunteer for this important work. Leaving a dog at an auction for lack of a home is the ultimate tragedy.