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We are sad to report the sudden death of our foster cat Snowball from a congenital heart defect.  Snowball was one of those special ones who will always stay in our memory.  He ended up at the pound after being picked up as a stray and he came into NASAP's care from there.  He didn't have a mean bone in his body and was extremely affectionate and gentle.  We found him in his outdoor run that is attached to his room, lying on his side like he had lain down to have a nap in the sunshine and then just drifted off.  We will miss him but are glad that we had each other's company for his last few months.  

Les and Faye

Age : Approx 2 years
Breed : DSH white

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The Warnock Family and Shep would like to thank NASAP for bringing Shep into our life. Shep lived with us for 7 wonderful years and became part of our family. Shep was a stray found in the Leduc area and was adpoted to us in 2003, he was already 5 - 7 years old. He spent the rest of his life enjoying his freedom on the farm with us. He was the BEST dog a family could have had. He died around the ripe old age of  12 - 14 years old. He was part sheppard/mixed(collie?). Thanks for the connection.  

Natasha Warnock

Breed : Shepherd x

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We only fostered Prudence, a beautiful Persian cat, for six days before she had to be humanely euthanized due to cancer, but in that short time she touched our hearts with her gentle and affectionate personality.  She was a lovely cat who died much too young.   The real tragedy, though, is that this is a too common case of a loving, trusting, soul being abandoned to her fate by some uncaring, heartless owners. She was found out on the street as a terribly matted, starving stray and ended up at the pound before coming into NASAP's care, where she spent her last few days in the home of strangers instead of with the people that she knew and trusted.  She deserved much better - Les & Faye

Breed : Persian

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On August 39, 2009, we adopted Jack (previously known as Dusty) through NASAP.   The poor little guy had been badly meglected and then dumped off in the country, left to die.  I read his story on the NASAP website and just knew that we had to give him a  home.
At first, he was very wobbly and quiet, still recovering from the major dental surgery he'd had.  Gradually, as he started to gain weight and become stronger, his feisty personality came through.  He became a Milk Bone junkie!  Lots of times he would try to get away with  not eating his "real" meal and just beg for Milk Bones.  He was a fussy eater - we had to change his diet lots of times as he would quickly tire of one food and we would have to keep trying things to find whatever struck his fancy at that moment!
He loved to go for walks, but the distance he could comfortably go got shorter and shorter and the last month or so, he was just as content to stay at home and fall asleep on the couch.  He was so funny - as soon as he walked outside the door, he started peeing right on the driveway - never lifting a leg, just letting it go!  He had a laundry list of medical issues and I think our vet has been able to add on to his house with what we spent on him, but it was worth it to us to keep trying to improve his life.  We would let him out on the deck to pee and then he would run back into the house and spin around in the kitchen, barking and wagging his tail and, of course, looking up at the Milk Bone jar!  He followed me all around the house and as soon as I sat down, he would jump up on the couch to cuddle next to me, or sometimes, wag one little paw at me to get me to lift him up.  Sometimes he would sleep through the night in his bed, but more often than not, would paw at the side of the bed, wanting to come up and sleep with (which command we of course obeyed).
During the early morning hours of May 7, 2010, we awoke with a start to a terrible, almost screaming, sound to discover Jack having a seizure.  I held him for the rest of the night, his heart recing, his breathing terribly ragged and raspy.  We took him to the vet as soon as their office opened.  The vet thought that the signs pointed to a brain tumour.  I had tears streaming down my face throughout this whole time.  We made the very difficult and painful decision to end his suffering.  We held him and told him how much we loved him and what a good boy he was until he was gone.
I am amazed that such a little dog could leave such a big hole in my heart!  Jack, go for a big run across the grass, again being able to see and hear clearly, with no pain.  We'll meet up with you again someday, and we'll bring you some Milk Bones.
Elaine and Steve

Breed : Shih Tzu cross

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Age : 10 years
Breed : Labrador Retreiver

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