Odee, a 7+yo GR up for adoption!

Look who we have here! A couple of weeks ago, we were appealing for a fosterer for a GR (Golden Retriever) who lives in a factory but was left behind when the factory vacated (https://www.facebook.com/noahsarkcares/photos/a.417711168294052.104858.417707781627724/1219934638071697/?type=3&theatre). L was very kind to step up to foster Odee and has taken extremely good care of him meanwhile.

We know of Odee from a few years back. Our volunteers first saw him when we went to his factory to catch the female dogs for sterilization under PID (Project Industrial Dogs). When we asked about his limp, we were told by the workers that it was an old injury and that he has already seen a vet.

In April this year, we were alerted about him again. We went down to the now empty factory and searched around but he and the rest of the dogs were nowhere to be seen. As it was about to pour, we turned to leave and actually saw him standing behind us wagging, though he did not respond to us calling for him before that! We grabbed him and he went into the carrier quite willingly too. It was time for a new life. Unfortunately, we could not locate the other dogs that were previously with him.

    

Giving Odee a good bath

Clean and comfortable and dozing off!

Odee is now ready for adoption and he is as cheerful as can be! We felt the serious looking photo does not do him justice, and the photo on the right is too cute not to be posted. :P Odee is looking for a place to call home, after having been on the streets for so long. He is both dog and child friendly. If you can look past the fact that he limps (he has four legs but walks on three), please email noahsarkcares@gmail.com to enquire about this lovely boy. Thank you!

A Prisoner of Love.. for Eight Years

April is the exact same month but it was many years ago - in 2007. At a HDB carpark in Aljunied, a medium-sized white and tan mixed breed dog stood there, tied to a lamppost. He must have been standing there for a few hours with neither food nor water, seemingly waiting for his owner. Many cars and people passed by, but nobody came forward to find out why the dog was there.

At about 10pm, a white van drove up and a man emerged from the van. He untied the dog from the lamppost and tried to pull him into the van, but the dog resisted and refused to go into the van. He still wanted to wait for his owner it seemed. As the man continued to coax the dog, a small crowd gathered around to watch. Suddenly, another man from the crowd stepped forward and took over the rope. The dog, strangely enough, allowed the man to lead him into the van.

All this happened within full view of Sarah who had driven into the carpark before the arrival of the van and had noticed the dog. Thinking that his owner left him there while he went about his errands, she did not give it a second thought. However, when she was returning to her car, the small group of people who had gathered around the barking dog caught her attention. She then saw that the van was an SPCA vehicle before it drove off.

She kept thinking about the dog over the next two days and on the third day, she called SPCA and confirmed that the dog was with them. She was also further advised that should the dog not be bailed out within a week, SPCA will then have to decide his fate according to their internal procedures. She could not get the dog out of her mind and she agonized over what to do with this dog.

Sarah was at that time, a working professional with two dogs in her small apartment but being true to her ever compassionate and generous nature, she called the SPCA again and claimed the dog whom she named TERRY. He was transferred to a commercial boarding kennel with the hope for a family to eventually adopt him. Although Sarah tried, with the help of her friends and contacts, no home was found for Terry. As we all practically know, it is a challenge to get any dog rehomed, let alone this dog – an adult mixed breed. Her only recourse to saving Terry's life was to continue boarding him at the kennel at great personal expenses. She constantly tried all avenues but still no one wanted to take Terry in.

Terry who stayed at the commercial boarding kennel for eight years waiting for a family to adopt him

At the kennel, Terry lived in a confined space, was taken for walks and medical attention was accorded whenever necessary. However, it was not the best that we could give any dog. When the suggestion was made to have Terry sent to Noah’s Ark Natural Animal Sanctuary (NANAS) in JB, Sarah refused as she still harboured the hope that he would be given a good home with a family in Singapore and she could see him whenever she could, compared to having him stay in JB. 

Terry waiting for the day to pass by

Time passed and all this while, Sarah dutifully paid for his costly boarding fees and all his medical bills. That was before she was unfortunately retrenched from her job. Even after that, she continued to pay for his up-keeping, until she found herself in financial difficulties. Sarah tried her best to return to the workforce but she was not successful in securing a job even after some time. Some kind-hearted donors helped her by but this could not cover all expenses, and there were also some accumulated debts from the past.

We turned to Raymund Wee, founder of NANAS and the saviour of many needy animals to take Terry into his fold. The sanctuary is already home to a thousand animals – dogs, cats, horses, monkeys, rabbits and even a boar, but Raymund accepted this case because Sarah was truly at her wits end and has exhausted all options. Arrangements were made, donations were sought for Terry's transfer to JB and he was finally given a new lease of life at NANAS. With two other dogs from Singapore, he found companionship with his new friends during the quarantine stay.

Terry, now a senior dog, over at NANAS. He was waiting to see the vet for his general review here.

Can you see the smile on his face? J

Today, he has the freedom of open space, interaction with many friends and kind volunteers who share their time and love with all the animals at NANAS. He is so much better off at the sanctuary now - though it might be less than a home with a family but it is a much happier and carefree life than the confined space at the kennel. For this, he owes Raymund and his team of volunteers who give so much of themselves to the care and well-being of these unwanted animals.

He is one more life saved by the selfless dedication of this one man, the Angel of the Ark at NANAS and his other Ark Angels! To support the work of Noah’s Ark CARES, please email to noahsarkcares@gmail.com.

Our Singapore Street Dogs - FAR (Foster / Adopt / Rescue)

Dear friends and supporters,

As we celebrated our Nation's 49th birthday over the weekend, all of us in the animal welfare line only hope for one thing - the better for our street animals. We have been trying to control the population of the street dogs at a far end of Singapore and majority of the friendly ones have already been sterilized. However, a few were unfortunately caught by dog-catching contractors. These are dogs so friendly they will let you pat them even if you are meeting them for the first time. Can you imagine how much grief we felt when we were told that the dogs actually approached the contractors to greet them? Strays do not choose to be born on the streets - and being human friendly only proved fatal to them.

We need your help. We need fosterers (with private addresses for bailing the dogs out) to help us house the dogs temporarily while we seek to find them a permanent home. We are also looking for adopters if you are looking for a lifelong companion. If you can help to foster or adopt, please email us at noahsarkcares@gmail.com.

With effect from 1st July 2014, AVA has lowered the annual licensing fee of the fourth dog from S$180 to S$15 with one of the main conditions being the fourth dog must be a local mixed breed (mongrel). For more details, you can refer to http://www.ava.gov.sg/NR/rdonlyres/9253E7B2-E57D-4992-982C-1304E73748D6/28236/loweringoflicensingfeesfor4thdogfactsheet.pdf. We are hopeful that with this legislation in place, more rescued strays can thus find homes.
 

Below are individual profiles of the dogs for your kind consideration and whom are awaiting their second chance amidst many more dogs out there still struggling just for survival.

For Fostering / Adoption

(A)   Name: Sandy
Gender: Female
Breed: Mongrel
Estimated Age: 6 months old
Colour: Brown long-coated with black muzzle
Sterilized: Not yet
Background: Sandy is the bigger sibling of two girls and she is the friendlier one. Needless to say, she was first to be caught too. Her sister is still on the streets but the sister is more wary, which practically means she will be safer too (we hope). We apologize that we do not have a nicer photo of Sandy as yet but have included a picture at the top right hand corner of how she looked like when she was three months old. 

(B)   Name: Thumbie (meaning “younger brother” in Tamil)
Gender: Male
Breed: Mongrel
Estimated Age: 5 years old
Colour: White
Sterilized: Yes
Background: Thumbie was well-loved by his workers but unfortunately, they did not keep him within the factory premises and he greeted the dog-catching contractors disastrously. For a big boy his size, he has an excellent temperament and no aggression. He’s calm and good with both humans and dogs.

 

 

For Adoption

(1)    Name: Molly
Gender: Female
Breed: Mongrel
Estimated Age: 4 months old
Colour: Brown with black muzzle
Sterilized: Not yet
Background: Molly was taken in by us as she and another sibling Polly were severely undernourished with their mother not having enough food (and milk). Polly has since been rehomed but we are still looking around for a permanent home for Molly. She is active and playful, a lovely little girl who is growing up prettily and healthily. She is good with cats too!

 

 

(2)    Name: Abbie

Gender: Female
Breed: Mongrel
Estimated Age: 8 months old
Colour: White with light brown patches
Sterilized: Yes
Background: Alongside with Thumbie, she met her doom due to her trust in humans. Nonetheless, Abbie is still loving and friendly. She is gentle and good with both humans and dogs. Low maintenance for a puppy and currently being paper-trained. 

 

 

(3)    Name: Chloe

Gender: Female
Breed: Mongrel
Estimated Age: 1.5 years old
Colour: Tri-colour long-coated
Sterilized: Yes
Background: Chloe will jump on anyone to greet them – you are bound to fall in love with her when you meet her. She is a tall girl, playful and happy. The stay at the pound scared her a bit but she is back to her usual cheerful self. She is good with both humans and dogs too!

 

 

(4)    Name: Lucky Boy

Gender: Male
Breed: Rough collie (shaven down)
Estimated Age: 9 years old
Colour: Blue merle
Sterilized: Yes
Background: Lucky Boy was abandoned at a shipyard in western Singapore, and the security guard asked the fosterer to take him away as he was being bullied by other dogs. Lucky Boy has been at his fosterer's place for a while but as the other dogs are more assertive, he gets pushed around a fair bit too. We are hoping that like his name, there will be someone who can adopt him and give him a quieter home environment to spend his golden years.

We hope to be able to help these street dogs who deserve so much more, and it is only with your support that we can do this. Thank you.

Pet Abandonment

The last 3 months we have had brought into our sanctuary such older abandoned animals. Big Ben a middle age Bassett Hound was found abandoned at a car park under the hot sun in Malacca. We knew we had to bring Big Ben back and when we did we found out that he was peeing blood. He was promptly brought to the vet for an x-tray and we discovered that he had several stones in his bladder.

Rosie a young Cocker Spaniel too has a sad tale to tell, despite her youth she too was left by her owners and she required expensive surgery. She was abandoned at a vet's clinic with several large open wounds so large that even a golf ball could fit into them.

Topaz a Bull Dog was half blind and been sent to the vet to treat a very large open wound by his owner. However, when he was told that the dog had to be hospitalized so that they could treat his wound and a deposit was required - the owner simply rushed off and was never seen again.

Not surprisingly, Topaz started to display some very disruptive and destructive behaviour which included banging himself against the cage. The vets felt that they could not cope with such behavior and asked Raymund if he would take Topaz in. Raymund knew that he could not refuse such a request. And Topaz is now at the sanctuary receiving his much needed medical care and attention.

These are just some of the dogs that have newly arrived at the sanctuary that required urgent medical treatment and the good news that they are slowly making progress but we know there are still a long road to recovery. Often the physical wounds heal much faster than the emotional scars that these animals suffer and it takes a lot of patience, love and understanding before these animals learn to trust people once more.

To highlight the plight of some of our many animals, we had two students fromChapman University, Roy Ng and Jessica Chua present a video of the sanctuary as part of their final year graduation project on "The Streets is Not Their Home". In this video both Big Ben and Topaz are featured, so if you would find it of interest please click to view.


We hope that small insight of the animals featured you will realize that all animals are able to experience similar emotions and feelings of pain, hurt abandonment and love like all of us. And that it will serve as a timely reminder that an animal is for life and not a plaything to be discarded once it is old.

RIP Roberto the Rabbit

We have heard and seen so much about stray cats and dogs, yet on the flip side, pet owners have no qualms about throwing out their small pet animals into the wilderness.


About 3 months ago, our volunteer received a call for help with a rabbit that was roaming Little Guilin park. It was approaching dusk so J, the lady who reported the case to us was concerned over the safety of this little one. In fact, she assured our volunteer that she will stay and watch over the rabbit till we arrive. Once the volunteers arrived, they got on their fours to get close to the rabbit. The rabbit was frightened by the crowd initially but calmed down after a while, like he knows that help is here. With the help of 2 other passers-by, the volunteer managed to pluck the rabbit to safety. A few residents who exercise at the park regularly commented that the rabbit was seen hopping around for the past few days and they all feared for him as there are monkeys residing in the area and the rabbit seemed like obvious prey for them. He was later named Roberto as he looked calm and quite a gentleman with his white coat and pleasant disposition.

Roberto was brought back to the volunteer's home, and very quickly, a warm comfortable area was set up for him to spend the night. He seemed inquisitive but upon closer inspection, he had an eye infection and there was pus in one of them. That was probably why Roberto was "thrown out" of the house but in fact, a simple vet visit with medication could have treated the infection. Roberto nibbled on some hay and comfortably settled in for the night.


The next morning, Roberto was found to have serious diarrhea and he was very weak. A rabbit suffering from serious diarrhea is equivalent to having non-stop bleeding for a dog/cat, and it is life threatening to the animal. The volunteer immediately called House Rabbit Society Singapore (HRSS) for help to secure an appointment with a vet to attend to Roberto. However, the little one did not make it to the vet visit - Roberto passed on during the mid morning of 25 March 2011.


The government has been advocating "Responsible Pet Ownership" amongst the public year after year, yet such irresponsible behavior continue to prevail in our society. Is abandonment a simple solution to our pet problems? If Roberto and many other abandoned animals could speak, they would have endless tales to tell you about their plight. His owner solved the pet problem but gave Roberto a whole new world of problems which includes starvation and predators.

Spare a thought for your pet - he/she may just be a pet to you, but to him/her, you are the world! By abandoning your animal companion, you are clearly throwing away the trust a helpless and voiceless one has for you, and maybe even sending your loyal pet out to his/her death. A little life was lost to tell this story.

Please help us spread the word about "Responsible Pet Ownership". If your pet is not well, seek medical advice from a vet. If he/she has behavioural problems, look for professionals who can help uncover the root of the problem. In short, never give up on your pet.

Abandonment

Our founder Raymund was on his way back to the sanctuary one afternoon when he saw a shopping bag with movement just outside the main road to NANAS. His initial thought was that it might be rats, but he sensed something was amiss when he saw two black and tan grown dogs, one male and one female, lurking around not far away from there. He has never seen those two dogs before and wondered where they came from.

Raymund’s curiosity got the better of him and he sent his workers to check out what was inside the bag. To their astonishment, they found four puppies inside! The workers actually saw the two grown dogs too when they were reaching the place where the bag was, but the two dogs ran off before the workers could grab hold of them. Upon seeing the puppies, the workers realized that the two dogs were most likely their parents, and that the entire family was dumped heartlessly just at the side of a busy road, cast out like trash.

The four puppies were all black and tan, with three barely 5-week old puppies from the same litter and another 3 month old puppy together in the same shopping bag. As expected, the three 5-week old puppies were all female. It is not uncommon to hear of people keeping only the males in a litter and getting rid of the females, as they do not want to spend money on sterilization or some of them do not even know what sterilization is. However, the bigger puppy was a male. Where did he come from and why was he dumped together with them? We will never know.

How could someone bear to put them in a shopping bag, and what's more, under the hot sun? Did the culprit assume that someone would pick them up? What if Raymund had not gone back to the sanctuary that fateful afternoon and missed them, wouldn’t the heat or suffocation have killed them? Even if they managed to escape from the bag, they would probably become roadkill. They are a litter of living things, but definitely not litter.

Hence, Raymund and his workers cleaned them up, and the bigger puppy was kept aside to be given a check-up. The three female puppies were fed milk and they slept soundly immediately after mealtime. The little sweeties were dreaming during their sleep, whining and twitching their limbs as though they were playing or running! Small as they were, they were smart enough not to pee in their basket. They sleepily crawled out and did their business on the newspaper before stumbling back into the basket again.

The girls are a pretty lot, but so is the boy. The boy has a sweet face and a docked tail, high chance of him being an owned pet. His big ears make him look extremely adorable! Who in the world, could bear to throw them away?

Just less than two weeks later, there was yet another female dog, dumped right at the doorstep of NANAS. What have become of pet owners nowadays? Coincidentally, she is black and tan too. She is estimated to be about seven years old, and already sterilized. She is too sweet to be true, docile, gentle and friendly even to strangers, which makes our hearts ache even more.


We are appealing for milk powder for the puppies, to ensure they grow up strong and healthy, in the hopes that they can get adopted down the road. We are also looking for sponsors to support their stay at the sanctuary as well as the black and tan female dog – will you like to make the difference in their lives? Please email us at noahsarkcares@gmail.com if you:

1. Have milk powder to spare. We will arrange to pick it up from you. Please leave us your name, contact number and amount of milk powder you have so we can arrange for appropriate transport.

2. Can sponsor one, two or even three of such dogs. Our bank details are located on the right hand column of the blog. If you can contribute in any way, please let us know! We’ll be glad to hear from you.

Marmite

It was a warm and sunny Saturday afternoon, great weather for our last public tour of the year. The visitors milled around to pat and feed the animals and the animals were happily enjoying all the human companionship.

Over near the rabbit hutch, one volunteer was just explaining to some visitors that our infamous Max, is in fact not a pure-bred Rottweiler but a Rottweiler cross. He was a big and friendly boy for those who know him and few could tell he is in fact a cross. Due to the temperament of certain breeds, we are selective when it comes to allowing passage for certain dogs. This is because we need the dogs to co-exist harmoniously in the sanctuary and not fight over food or living areas.

Max, one of our most famous residents in the sanctuary

Shortly after however, a volunteer informed Raymund that someone was at the door to surrender a Rottweiler! Alas. The headcount at NANAS has been steadily rising, and due to the rise in costs, the mouths we have to feed border on overwhelming. But how could we bring ourselves to turn this dog away and thus seal her fate?

Raymund stepped out to take a look, and you could instantly see the dismay and sadness on his face. She was, skins and bones, to the extreme. The gaze in her eyes spoke of a lifeless and unhappy soul. Her head looked out of proportions as compared to her stick-thin body (we could see her ribs protruding!), and she was estimated to be barely a year old. The father and son pair who surrendered her said she was given to them by someone else, but they themselves did not know how to take care of her. This is certainly irresponsible pet ownership, but on the flipside, we are glad that they did not choose to abandon her on the streets.


Raymund accepted the leash with a heavy heart, and Marmite looked up uncertainly at him. He walked her slowly through the first gate of the sanctuary into the car porch, and even though the journey was a short one, she stumbled a couple of times. Tottering about on unstable legs, she barely had any strength to walk. She wouldn’t allow anyone to touch her and growled ferociously if anyone dared to approach too closely.



Unable to move too close to offer some form of comfort, Raymund fed Marmite some food from a distance away, which she gobbled down almost instantly. As predicted, Marmite was possessive of her food, given her past encounters. As the volunteers left the sanctuary with the visitors for dinner, the workers took over and brought Marmite into the sanctuary. Perhaps, for the first time in her life, Marmite went to sleep with a full and nourished stomach. We will never know, but sometimes, we are better off not knowing.


Oh, many of you must be wondering, why the name "Marmite". Like the savory spread available in supermarkets, Raymund named her so, as she is dark in colour, distinctive and powerful exactly like the spread. :) Additionally, she really needs all the nutrients Marmite has, to regain her health and put on sufficient weight.


Will you be kind enough to sponsor Marmite’s stay at the sanctuary? With the growing number of such cases and the saturation of welfare organizations, we need all the help we can get.

A quick update on Marmite:

Volunteers were up at the sanctuary last weekend for the private tour and were pleasantly surprised to see Marmite putting on weight within such a short span of time! She had a humongous appetite, and was very attached to the worker who was in charge of her area. She would obediently follow him around, and he could pat her freely. Just like her name implies, we are heartened to know she's back on her feet! She has received her vaccinations, been dewormed and tested negative for heartworm and tick fever. A clean bill of health has been given to her and she will be sterilized shortly.



We are looking for a suitable family from the Malaysian side who can give Marmite a good home. She is more suited to be the only dog in the family. If you have the space and heart for poor Marmite, please email us at noahsarkcares@gmail.com. Thank you!

HOW COULD YOU? - By Jim Willis, 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog ," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of...hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in animal shelters. Please use this to help and educate. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals. This IS the reality of dogs given up to shelters!

Yuki at SPCA waiting for someone to save her

Yuki at SPCA

Yuki having been bailed out from SPCA and going to the Vet for a full medical check up.

This Chow Chow was abandoned by its owner. She is 10 yrs old and her name in Yuki. Her irresponsible owner opened the gates and let the dog out. When the dog was picked up by SPCA, the owner told someone to lie that he was out of town and to put the dog down. Fortunately we got wind of it in time and Yuki was bailed out from SPCA and is now living in a boarding facility, waiting for someone to love her again.

After some tender loving care in her foster home, this is how she looks like today. The next 3 pictures show Yuki cleaned & groomed. According to the Vet, she is in perfect health and is now with a fosterer.

Seeing her much improved condition, we believe this is how powerful love can be. Should you know of anyone who wouldn't mind welcoming her into their home and heart, please contact us @ info@noahsarkcares.com

Remember... They love you UNCONDITIONALLY, so don't be cruel to them.

Sweet Champion found at National Library Car Park

Tonight a gentle and noble soul lay sleeping soundly beside me; and as I looked into his cloudy eyes, I saw not the protruding ribs from a too thin body or the unsteady legs gnarled with arthiritis but a glimpse of a "champion" that he once was.

So begins my story of a brown abandoned dog that was found in a carpark in town this week....

In the last few weeks, he had walked many streets searching desperately for the friendly faces of his people he once called family. Everything looked unfamiliar but yet they were strangely the same. Bright street lights assaulted him on his lonely trek, zooming cars whizzed past him and countless angry screaming people hurled stones as he approached. All this made him extremely frightened and confused! It wasn't long ago when things were so much different!

He is now very tired and sad - his last fond memories were that of a car ride that he had eagerly anticipated with his family. But suddenly, all that changed - they called him out of the door and he bounded out happily eager to please and as soon as he was on the pavent - his cloudy eyes could just barely make out the sight of an all too familiar car hurtling away in the distance and in an instant, he was left all alone.

He is certain that they will return for him. Minutes pass, hours lapse, days come and go and with it he things that something has happened to his family. He feels the need to look for them as they are not safe without their little "champion".

He is certain that they love him. He has not changed from the playful puppy they once selected and loved. Although he is now older, he was still the same dog that "championed" the causes they being humans, strongly believed in. Had he not been loyal, brave and selfless as he dutifully played protector to both their house and family. His heart pounded as strongly and as bravely as when he was a pup, his bark remained loud and confident and his unwavering and steadfast love was the same as ever. No - they did not leave him because he had become old!!!!

He needed to find them - they would be in peril without him - and so he continues his lonely quest to find them - the family that he so loved.



Today, his legs have failed him - he lies down quietly in a secluded area. Some people gather around him, he looks up but sees no one. He closes his eyes. He is injured they exclaim. He must be in pain - is he dying? He hears their voices of concern but they mean nothing to him. They are right, he is dying - the pain from a broken heart overwhelms him and his breathing becomes laboured. He waits for a quick release ..... willing for it to happen as fast as possible.

Suddenly he hears voices - voices that ease the pain somewhat - the tightness eases -he struggles to his feet - he looks up and though the face is unfamiliar it is the tone he recognises. He edges closer - unsure and fearful of possible rejection - will she too turn him away as so many have done so not too long ago? He gingerly licks her fingers not knowing what to expect and felt her warm hands cupping his face, stroking his grey whiskers before whispering quietly in his blood-swollen ears - "You will be fine my dear- you will be going home........ "

So ends our dog's quest to find his home - in this instance he found another - where he will be loved till it is time for him to bid his final goodbye. Sadly such endings are a rarity in these times - there are just too many unwanted animals and too few homes out there willing to take them.

The hard financial reality of abandoned animals is that it is far cheaper to have them euthanized as opposed to rehoming them. For Noah's Ark - each animal taken into our folds amounts to anything between $ 400 - $ 1,000 in medical fees. The cost and time of our fostering and training can not even be quantified!! Yet ever so often we are screamed at and cursed when we are unable to accede to every request to help.

Please try to understand that we have both our financial and physical limitations. We are trying our best to do what we feel is in the best interests' of the animal so bear with us. Sadly we will not be able to save most of these animals and hence our continued commitment to mass sterilization and educate responsible animal ownership entails. We believe that without these two prongs of action - things can never get better.

So if you really wish to help such animals - look within yourself first - what are you prepared to sacrifice - your time, your money , your home to help.... or is the only thing you freely give are your words?

Yet despite these setbacks, we will continue with our limited resources to do what we can for such animals and more. I guess for all of us at Noah's Ark - we believe that every bit makes a difference to these animals so if you too believe - please continue to help us help them.

Toy dog cruelly abandoned at an industrial estate

LATEST UPDATE

A volunteer has taken the little dog to Mt Pleasant (Sunset Way) and he was seen by Dr Ang. In fact, Dr Ang raved about how sweet he was! She estimates him to be about 10 years old, and possibly a Maltese but we wont know till his fur grows back.

This is a typical dog abandonment situation, where people dump their dog once it grows old and is no longer fun or cute. Sigh, if only there were strict laws to punish such irresponsible people.

This little dog is now with a friend and we are currently looking for a fosterer for him. Someone who will love him and give him the security he needs, especially since his vision is not very good. He also has a mild skin condition and a bad case of ear infection. In fact his ears are so swollen that Dr Ang could not even fit a tiny cotton bud in to clean and check. Hopefully, this fosterer will be able to care for him for two or three months while we let him settle down. We did not carry out further tests on him as he is extremely stressed. Dr Ang is scheduled to see him in a week's time and will possibly conduct more tests on this little dog, whom we have named Jeremy.

Let's all pray that this little dog finds some love and happiness soon.

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This poor little dog was found in a cardboard box, thrown in an industrial estate, alongside some parked motorbikes at 3pm. Fortunately a kind passerby noticed him or else he could have died in the heat. The person who found the dog immediately called Noah's Ark. When he found the dog, he told us that the dog was crying, as if it was in pain. Its fur was so badly matted, he described it "like super glue". While waiting for the volunteers to take a look at the dog, he took the initiative to shave off all the badly matted fur. The picture you see here is after the dog had been shaven. This kind soul even bought the dog a collar while waiting!

Grossly neglected



Volunteers checked the dog and noticed that although the dog appeared well-fed, it was grossly neglected. The nails of the dog had not been cut for a long time, he had sores on his skin and had difficutly walking. Despite some rotting back teeth, the dog had rather clean front teeth and was estimated to be between 3 to 5years old. During the whole time, the dog trembled non-stop.



Looking at him, his sad and sorrowful eyes stared right back at us, silently pleading for help. Upon closer examination, we noticed that his vision was also not very good. We put him down and he bumped into walls while walking. He also was unable to respond when we called. Volunteers will take him to the vet in order to do a full medical check up and check if his vision can be saved.

Can you help him?



Despite all that he has gone through, he is such a sweetheart. Why would his mean owner cruelly abandon him in a cardboard box in the afternoon heat? Why did they they suddenly decide to dispose of him? Is it because he is losing his sight? Or was it because of their neglect that had actually caused his loss in vision and hearing?

Our fingers are crossed. Should you wish to contribute to his medical bills, or give him a better life that he deserves, pls email info@noahsarkcares.com

Please give me a home! - Kobi the Golden Retriever

I am a dog without a home.
At 5 years old, I am fully grown.
I used to have a family I lived happily with
But they are the people currently causing me grief.

Having a pet is a responsibility,
As my owners, they had to take good care of me.
I was not something that can be easily disposed of,
I was not a problem that they couldn't solve.

With the impending economic crisis,
My previous owners stubbornly insist.
That they no longer care and love me,
Abandoning me at SPCA, they let me be.

They walked out of my life, never turned my way,
It was heartbreaking as I wanted them to stay.
I was almost put to forever sleep,
For my former owners were too cheap.

My name is Kobi,
I am a dog meant to run free.
I am a dog that has loved them for years,
But they let me go amidst money fears.

Thankfully someone felt sorry and I was rescued,
My faith in humans gradually renewed.
I hope that my future home would love me better,
A place filled with abundant love, food, water and shelter.

*If you are interested to adopt Kobi, please call Suzanne @ 96975363 for more details. Please note he is not meant to be a HDB dog. All potential owners will be screened and interviewed. Thank you and we hope that he would find a forever home soon.

Nikki & Chwing

This morning, I woke up and kissed my dad's head
I peed on the carpet before going back to bed.
The life of a puppy, oh my, this is great.
Then I thought about breakfast, hoping it would not be late.
Mom took me outside, we walked for a while.
This never fails to make her smile.

She carried me a short distance before puting me down
Walked quickly away from me without turning around
I cried and dragged my little body as fast as I could
It was a seperation I never understood
Why did she keep me for 4 months before dumping me?
Why didn't she put me down when she knew she could never love me?

It is not my fault to be born with my hind legs deformed
I now wish too I had never been born
That day I crawled till my knees became blistered and bled
But my Mom left me there and never came back
A kind soul found me and took me to the Vet
A tiny little furball I was, bleeding and scared


Chwing's deformed hind legs
This little puppy was found abandoned along a corridor at a block of HDB flats. The puppy was examined by Dr Heng of Mt Pleasant Sunset Way and x-rays were done on its hind legs. Its hind legs are deformed but the puppy is able to move around by dragging itself with its two front legs. Despite this, the puppy is otherwise healthy.

After staying two days at the clinic, young Vet Assistant, Nikki, has adopted the puppy and taken him home. She has lovingly named him "Chwing" as his hind legs resemble chicken wings. Her compassionate and kindly action has brought tears to our eyes and we hope to be able to help both Chwing and her.

If you can contribute to help Nikki build a set of wheels for Chwing, please contact Noah’s Ark and we would link you up. For now, Nikki has Chwing's legs bandaged at the knees so he does not get more blisters and sores when he crawls about.


Could you please help Nikki and Chwing?

2 Dogs that found recently

Cross-breed Photo 1


Cross-breed Photo 2
Cross breed, male. Looks to be about 7 - 8 mths old, no microchip. Found on the evening of Aug 19 in the vicinity of Bin Tong Park. Has a light blue "home-made" collar around its neck. Dog understands and is able to carry out basic commands like sit, stay and paw.



Silky Terrier Photo 1


Silky Terrier Photo 2

Silky terrier, light grey in colour, female. Very thin. Looks to be about 6 - 7 yrs old. Found at approximately 3pm on Aug 30 along 6th Avenue. Dog has no microchip and was not wearing a collar.

We cannot stress enough that as a responsible pet owner, you SHOULD microchip and license your dogs. If you know of anyone who owns these dogs, please call Lynda @ 91996247 or Fiona @ 98391308 immediately. Thank you and we hope that their respective owners would be identified soon.