Left Behind

October 30th, 2014 by Andrea

Six tiny bundles of fur turned their faces up, trying to find the source of the sounds made by our volunteers, Merrie and Marybeth, who were searching for them.

Bobbi and the Strays volunteers were told of a litter of kittens that lived in the filthy trash-filled front well of an old Ford truck.

The kittens knew the volunteers were there, and tried to run away, just like their mother cat had trained them. But all their eyes were sealed shut with infections, so they blindly stumbled over each other in the trash.

The six kittens were the result of 31 cats who were evicted from their home when their care-taker was permanently hospitalized.

The cats had all lived inside the small attached brick building in Brooklyn.

With no veterinary care, they reproduced exponentially.

None of the cats had the ability to fend for themselves on the street.

So when they were evicted, they wandered around the trash-filled back yard, crying for food, trying in vain to get back into their former home through the window that had always been open to them before, but was now permanently shut.

Volunteers watched a frightened mother cat run full tilt into the closed window, only to smash against it and lie stunned on the pavement, not understanding why she could not go inside to her safe home, where there had always been food, water and kindness before.

Another teenage tuxedo kitten was so debilitated that he did not bother to raise his head or move when volunteers approached him.

They believed at first that he was dead. When picked up, his eyes did not focus, and he hung limply from their hands. He was filthy, crawling with fleas that visibly moved across his fur, and his right eye socket was nothing but a sunken mass of infection.

He was quickly tucked into a carrier, along with the six kittens retrieved from the truck.

Volunteers promised to return the following day, when the new tenants of the home (the previous owner’s relatives!) said they would get the kitten’s mother, identified as “Palm,” and another pregnant cat, also missing an eye, into carriers to go to rescue.

The following day, volunteers were advised that the kitten’s mother, “Palm” was dead, lying in the middle of Shepherd Avenue.

The other pregnant cat with a missing eye was never captured and is still wandering the street.

We desperately need help to remedy this situation. There is no food, shelter or water source for these animals, and they are not street cats. At least 5 of the cats are missing eyes, an incredibly high percentage of injury even for street cats.

We cannot let these animals die on the street, nor can we let them reproduce.

They are victims.

So far we have taken in 3 adults and 10 kittens, including 7 bottle babies. We’ve provided them with medical care, food, and lots of love!

Please consider making a donation to Bobbi and the Strays so we can continue to help these poor kitties. Better yet, think about opening up your heart and home to one of these sweet babies!



June 15th, 2014 by Andrea

We as a rescue still can’t believe how people feel they have no other choices . Here is one of many stories we try to make a difference in. A women was passing by a dumpster yes you read that right a dumpster. She heard little cries coming from inside .She climbed in and found a kitten who was clearly in need of help.The little fur ball was taken to the Bobbi & the Strays shelter. We found out she was about 4 weeks old and covered in lice with eye damage . Jessie so far has lost her one eye and is now going to have limited sight with her other eye. We named her Jessie and now we are in hopes with a lot of love and medical care that she so desperately needed we will be able to make her well enough to give her the life she deserves . No one deserves to be thrown away regardless what the situation is . Thank god for a good samaritan that went the extra mile to try to save a life. We all as a team can make a difference . We all understand we cant save the world but please join us in the fight to make a better place for our four legged friends.

Please always remember to spay and neuter your pets and Adopt first

Bush Babies

June 8th, 2014 by Andrea

Dear Bobbi,
On March 31st, I was alerted to the fact that there was a momma dog and seven babies in the bush behind the dumpsters at Brewers Beach. They were soon picked up by The Human Society of St. Thomas, I received a phone call that the shelter was full and that the mother and the babies would be put down due to lack of space. My brother went to the shelter and loaded them up and they came to live with us and my two rescue pups! I named the momma dog Spirit and the babies soon became the bush babies. They have a facebook page called Spirit and the bush babies. A dear friend Tracy opened up her home to Spirit and one bush baby, the rest were living on my deck, which did not make my landlord a happy person.. No matter, with intensive networking I was able to place more pups.. I posted several pleas for help on Water Island and this is where my newest angel appeared, Barbra Hayes! She was determined to help me with my case, and with time running out (I was served with an eviction case) she was able to perform a miracle that Spirit and I so desperately needed! And Spirit and I wanted to thank you and Barbra from the bottom of our hearts! The three remaining bush babies had to be taken to Bobbi and the Strays. I was promised that they would not be put down, I cried all the way home afraid for them. Now because you opened your heart and your shelter to my bush babies they will have a chance at finding their furever homes, once again thank you! Please connect with me on facebook, Eddie Jane Simons, and then you can see the Spirit and bush babies page.

We love you for what you do and will add Bobbi and the Strays with Barbra to our angel list

Puppy Kisses from us all!
Now all in their forever homes Butter Cup, Blossom, and Bubbles will live happily ever after


About Our Bobbi Girl

April 4th, 2014 by Andrea

Bobbi is a 7 year old maltipoo. She came to us from a city shelter on January 16th, 2014.

Bobbi had a severe ear infection that was not treated properly in years. She was so thin with all bones showing and a matted coat soaked in urine. We had her medically treated for her ears, and shaved down. Now we have to start slowly and put weight on our girl.

Through the whole time she had been with us, she has never lost her loving spirit. For everyone that has held her, gave her a treat, or took her out for a walk we would like to say a heart full  thank you. 2 and a half months later, she is now in her forever home. Everyday when you get the chance to make a difference in an animals life, is another day you want to wake up and do it all over again. Thank you for everyones support. It takes a great army of people to make one days difference.

Adopt and make a difference in an animals life

February 27th, 2014 by Andrea

The Wagging Tail of the Old Dog

There are few things happier and more sincere in life than a dog’s wagging tail.
There is the wagging tail of a puppy, that just won’t stop. “Yay! Human! Yay! Dog! Yay! Butterfly! Yay! LIFE!”
There is the wagging tail of the confident dog who walks next to you so proudly, on the street.
There is the wagging tail of the dog who welcomes you home, each time acting like he thought he would never see you again.
There is the wagging tail of a dog waiting for his dinner to be ready, and there is the wagging tail of a dog who greets another dog in friendship.

Wagging tails are often enthusiastic, sometimes shy, but they’re always guaranteed to make you smile.

And, out of all the happiness-inducing wagging tails, there is one kind that will make a human cry and smile at the same time.

The wagging tail of the old dog.

Not the dog who is “eight-years-young.”
Not the dog who will suddenly start aging backwards on good food and with good care.
Not the dog who “has so much life to live.”

No. It’s the truly old dog. The broken dog.
The dog who, by the time your paths cross, can barely see or hear, whose delicate body is riddled with ailments from crippled joints to bizarre growths, whose steps are slow and unsteady, whose hair is brittle and hay-like, from whose eyes the sparkle has disappeared.

The old dog who is fragile and who, if he could, would tell you the story of a shattered life, of once having a home, not the best home, but the only home he knew, of losing everything when he became frail and most vulnerable, of giving up.

You know him.
You have met others exactly like him.

But, he doesn’t know you. You’re not his human and he doesn’t know where his human is.
He drags himself around your house, confused and snail-like, he crunches against the floor each time you pet him, he waits for you to move away before he anxiously takes a few bites of his dinner.
This is not his home, and you are not his human.

The days pass, and you let him be. You keep wishing he would just hurry up and learn to trust you, and make a miraculous comeback, and put on all that weight that he’s missing, and just… be OK…

The days sometimes turn into weeks, and he can finally sleep peacefully, and he no longer shrieks in terror when you try to pick him up, and he takes a treat or two from your hand, and you’re feeling wonderful about this progress, and you make peace with the fact that this is as good as it will ever get.

Until, one day, he wags his tail at you.

You know he can’t really hear you, and you know he can’t really see you.
But, you know he can feel you.
He now knows you’re around, and he now knows you are his human. You mean food, water, caresses, safety, love, life…

Out of nowhere, he is suddenly OK.
One day, you come home, you check on him on his favorite bed, you pet his head, he wakes up, slowly pulls himself on his paws – and his tail wags.
Or twice.
It’s enough for you.

You sit down on the floor, carefully take him in your arms, and you tell him, “It’s OK now. You are home.”
He looks at you with his blind eyes, and now you know that he knows.
Because he wagged his tail…

Please try to open up your hearts and homes to a senior pet

January 10th, 2014 by Andrea

PEOPLE: The True Pitbull

Working in an animal shelter really opens up your eyes to many things. I think I’ve seen it all: starving, abused, beaten down, broken, unloved animals. Families coming in willingly giving up their pets because they barked, or bit them, or pee’d on their ‘expensive’ rug– stupid reasons that with time and patience can be easily fixed. Give them a chance! These are animals that have never had a home and if they did it was filled with abuse and abandonment. But people expect them to automatically become accustom to their lifestyle meanwhile they are still adjusting to their own after being saved from a harmful environment and learning that not all people or households are the same.

One thing that struck me being around these animals are how friendly, lovable and mushy Pit bulls are, or shall I use the correct term: The American Staffordshire Terrier. The term ‘Pit bull’ comes from ‘Bully in the Pit’ a phrase used for dog fighting. So, let it be known that these dogs were forced to kill one another while the peanut gallery cheers them on, injects them with steroids, and locks them back up in cages playing doctor so they don’t get caught. And somehow they fall into being some sort of monster that people fear because of people themselves who throw them into these deadly situations and make money from their death.

People, the ones we assume have some form of morality, of logical thinking, of common sense.

People, the ones we assume know what’s right from wrong, have superior intelligence, and are civilized.

These same people, or shall I say monsters find pleasure in the pain of these animals. These innocent animals.

And now they forever hold this negative connotation in the eyes of uneducated people. They’re blinded because of the aggressive advertisement of these animals. Ignorance.

So who is the true ‘bully’ here?

I will never forget the day my boss called me and told me that whatever I did that night to try not to cry. I couldn’t wrap my head around what I was about to walk into. I knew we had just rescued a pit, but how bad could she be? I hesitated opening the door to the back room but I took a deep breath and walked in. There she was a beautiful blue nosed pit, nothing but skin and bones running right towards me, barely being able to keep herself up. This poor animal, the starvation, the abuse she must have went through. She ran right up to me and rubbed her head against my leg. As I placed my hand on her and rubbed her chest, she licked me. Deep down inside after all the pain she endured there was still hope for love. The reputation these dogs have causing people to fear them, but no one takes a step back to see the true monster that would do such a thing to an innocent animal. To have stripped it away from food, from love, from life. But here she is, trusting another human, trusting they aren’t all the same as humans assume they are. And with open arms I embraced her allowing myself to give into my pain and cry.

Her name is Hope and that’s exactly what she is– Hopeful for a better tomorrow, for love, for a home.

And she finally got it.


December 27th, 2012 by bobbi blogger

This story was submitted by Deidre, a volunteer and Kings new mom :)


I get a little overwhelmed when I think of all the people that had a hand in saving King, and then saving him again.  Many will know his story, but briefly he was rescued from a “home” where he was starved and left alone for days at time, beaten and abused.  It might have been easier to turn a blind eye, but thankfully kind people stepped in to feed and care for him until they could get him out of that horrendous situation.  He was lucky enough to end up with Bobbi and the Strays, where despite the stress of being in a shelter he found a group of angels who loved him and treated him with respect, and perhaps showed him the first kindness he’d ever known.  Just when you’d think King’s troubles were coming to a close, he suffered bloat in the shelter.  The staff and volunteers acted quickly and heroically. This horrible ailment has killed many dogs, and the surgery is costly – no Animal Shelter has extra cash lying around, but mercifully the staff at BATS came up with the funds and saved his life (again), and then fostered and nursed him back to good health.

When I first saw King, he was a very handsome boy who was always completely FRANTIC in his cage – crying pitifully and scratching desperately at the door – this along with the “No Fingers” signs on the cage made me a little wary of him.  When I was asked to take him for a walk one day I was shocked to find that out of his cage he became this mellow, chill, laid back, sweet fellow – completely not the nut case that I’d thought he was.  After the walk I got to hang out in the office with him and Linda, a volunteer who had fostered King, and learn his story – and the whole time we were talking I had a lump growing in my throat at the thought of putting him back into his cage.  I ended up going back for him that day, to bring him home for the weekend just to give him a little break.  At home King settled right in – the same laid back, gentle, polite mush.  He almost seemed determined to be the perfect dog and give us no excuse to bring him back.  I knew myself well enough to know that I wouldn’t ever be able to put him back in the cage that made him so unhappy, but still wasn’t thinking of permanently adopting him.  After a couple days that went by the wayside and the decision was made – King was staying.  Forever.  If we were lucky enough to have this dog fall into our lives, we weren’t going to be foolish enough to ever let him go.

Despite his history, King is a confident, secure, trusting, loving dog.  We have never seen any hint of fear or aggression from him, which is surprising given his troubled past.  He is quite dignified most of the time, but melts into a silly pouncing puppy when he is given a new stuffed goose to chase and disembowel (carefully supervised..no more surgeries for King!)  He walks at least three miles a day, and loves every minute of it – at the start of his walks he prances like a show horse with his tail wagging at full mast, by the end he pretends to sniff things just to take a little rest.  He has now peed on most of Bellmore and much of Merrick.  Sorry Bellmore.  And Merrick.

There are too many dogs with stories just as sad as King’s was, and many of those dogs will be saved by Bobbi and find new homes and the happiness and peace that they deserve.  For me, King is special and I don’t take lightly the fact that it’s truly a miracle that this dog is in my life.

Thank you to everyone who made that possible.

Sandy…Impact & Aftermath

December 13th, 2012 by bobbi blogger
Our hearts go out to all of those affected by Hurricane Sandy which ravaged the East Coast in late October. If you are still displaced and/or still recovering from this horrible storm we wish you all the best – our thoughts are with you as well. Those of you that have helped others in this great time of need – Thank YOU! This is what makes us great especially in times of disaster.

Bobbi and the Strays has pulled through the storm, although our shelter in Freeport has sustained severe damage. We were able to evacuate all of our animals safely prior to the storm – some went into emergency foster homes – and others went to a “Safe House” location away from the threat of flood waters. As for our shelter – it was subjected to 4 (+) feet of flooding.

Our shelter was battered and the roof sustained wind damage. Equipment, furniture, pet food, medicine, and supplies were completely lost. Our boiler, water heater, washers and dryers, heating and air conditioning, and electrical lines were all destroyed and must all be replaced. Even things like our lawn mower and computers – gone – we were not able to salvage almost anything.

Those four feet of salt water that swamped us damaged walls, floors, and doors. Pipes are corroded and rusted. Painful to us was that everything inside our almost completed Clinic Trailer was completely destroyed – medicine, equipment – everything.

Our greatest concern was for our animals. Again – they are all safe. In great part to the many people who opened their homes and hearts to help foster as many dogs and cats as they could. The rest of our animals were safe and well cared for at our Safe House – which lost power for a while due to the storm.

Thank you to all of the wonderful people who have been supporting us with their time, supplies, and donations. We have come a long way – but have so much longer to go as we try to repair and rebuild our shelter – especially in preparation for the coming Winter months. We thank you all so much! Words can not express our gratitude to you. But look into the eyes of any one of our dogs or cats and you will see how much your support means.

Our greatest present need is money. We need to further repair our shelter and contract with professional construction services. We need to purchase and replace materials, equipment, medicine, food, supplies – EVERYTHING. Please help us.

One of the best ways to help is by becoming a monthly donor. Donating on a monthly basis provides funding that our dogs and cats can depend on regularly. Plus it will help provide us with a bit of financial security as we continue to repair and re-supply our shelter too. You can make a secure monthly donation via PayPal or Network for Good by clicking one of the buttons below.

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Prefer to make a one time donation instead? Why not contribute to our VERY SPECIAL “Hurricane Sandy Fundraising Campaign” by clicking the “indiegogo” button below? We are still a bit off the mark in regards to our fundraising goal…

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Of course if you prefer to make contributions as you normally would either through PayPal, Network for Good, or via Check – your donations are always greatly apreciated. Click the heart for full info:

Thank you again for your continued support. All the best to everyone as we all continue to deal with Sandy’s aftermath. As the Dalai Lama has said, “No matter what sort of difficulties, how painful experience is, if we lose our hope, that’s our real disaster.”

Can’t Wait for Walk 4 Paws!

May 1st, 2012 by bobbi blogger

This story was submitted by Dotti – her picture appears in this post.  Woof!

Hi! I'm Dottie!

I just can’t wait to strut my stuff at the Walk 4 Paws—it’s like I’m a teenager again, excited to go to prom!  Will you be at the Walk this Saturday?  I sure hope so – it will be such FUN!!!

Perhaps you’ve seen my photo.  (I’m the one on the top left HERE). Now tell me, am I not the prettiest dog you’ve ever seen? Okay, so I admit, sometimes those little Cavaliar King Charles dogs are cute, but I, on the other hand, am drop-dead G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S (wow, who knew I could spell so well?!). Look once into my soulful eyes—one is sky blue, the other a light hazel green—and you’ll have to agree.

See, I’m just like the Marilyn Monroe of dogs—everyone knows I’m beautiful, but deep down, I’m really just a shy girl looking for someone to love me for who I truly am.

People often don’t know this about me, but I enjoy simple things in life: just spending time with my human, chasing after a tennis ball. It’s not all diamonds and tiaras for this beauty queen; at heart, I’m just a dog who aims to please.

At Bobbi and the Strays, they know this about me, and that’s why they pamper me with attention. Sometimes they even throw the ball for me 100 times in a row. And you know what? I fetch it right back to them each time with a smile on my face, ready for more.

That’s why I’m looking forward to the Walk 4 Paws—to maybe meet my Prince Charming and whirl around the grassy park like the belle of the ball. (A girl can always dream, right?!)

IMPORTANT NEWS UPDATE: I have such great news to tell you all—just moments after I finished writing my Dog Tale, I was officially adopted by the nicest couple ever! (Talk about a fairytale ending!) Let’s hope we can see each other soon at the Walk 4 Paws so I can tell you about my fab new family & fun dog friends, too.

Love, Dotti   XOXOXO

P.S. Just keep believing—dreams do come true!!

P.P.S. It is still not too late to register for the 2012 Walk 4 Paws in Alley Pond Park taking place THIS SATURDAY!   CLICK HERE for all the info!

Journey to Atlantis

April 10th, 2012 by bobbi blogger

This story was submitted by Joanna Ferrufino, a Bobbi and the Strays volunteer.

My sweet ol’ lady, Atlantis…  I love all the dogs at Bobbi & the Strays but I must say Atlantis left an imprint on my heart.   She is the sweetest, most lovable and full of hope living-being.  I was always told that I have  an “old soul”, I wonder if that was my connection to her?

I remember the day I meet Atlantis… I saw her limping around the front office at the shelter in Freeport.  One of Bobbi’s staff workers told me that she was roaming the streets all sad and alone… and on top of being old she had bad arthritis.  No dog deserves to spend their golden years this way.

Well I am super glad Bobbi’s rescue decided to scoop this girl up.  I loved my time spent with Atlantis, even if it was just sitting next to her in the front office and going from there to the kitchen area.  Her cute nudges are so endearing… it felt as if she was speaking to me.

I decided to take some action of my own… this dog made me feel good inside… the least I can do was return the favor.  So, since her arthritis was really tough on her to go on longs walks I decided to get her a wagon!  A wagon could take her past the gates at the shelter!!

So I asked around for a wagon on Facebook, a day later I get a message from a wonderful lady wanting to donate her old wagon - old just like Atlantis.  Ha!  So I drove 45 minutes to go pick this wagon up and went home and tried to pimp it out… cleaned it up, put on colorful bandanas, and a less than stellar paw print design I drew by hand.  I am sure she did not care.

Well I took the wagon the next day which was a mission in itself to try to get it to fit inside my trunk.  At the shelter I filled it up with blankets and such and I had help from a volunteer to place her in the wagon and off we went!

Atlantis and her wagon ride

The wiggle in her nose and seeing her close her eyes and watching her floppy ears move while the wind blew (thank goodness for that nice windy warm air) - it made it all worth while.  I cried like a baby I mean who wouldn’t?  The wagon ride was not that long at all but it will stay in my heart forever for as long as I live.

I love you Atlantis!