Meet Poppy, she’s the reason we are here….
In 2012, Poppy was found under a bush at only 12 weeks old and ended up in the pound. Poppy was a beautiful Collie-cross puppy who had no visitors and time was ticking away. Claire and Simon, founders of Poppys Place, stepped in and decided to adopt Poppy and took along Cassie, their Collie to meet her and began the process of adoption.
The phone rang sometime later, whilst they were preparing for Poppy’s arrival, to say that Poppy was poorly and they couldn’t collect her. A few more days past and despite their offers of help, the pound made the decision to have their beautiful Poppy put to sleep. Their hearts were broken, as no animal young or old should ever die alone not ever having known love.
From that day, Claire and Simon vowed that Poppy’s memory would live on and that they would never let anything like that happen to an animal they loved again and so, Poppys Place was born.
In December 2013, they put their dreams of Poppys Place into action and began to build an Animal Rescue. By April 2014, the pair had built their office – now Sybil’s Den – 4 large cat chalets and Poppy’s first guests had arrived.
Then, there was Sybil…
After only a few weeks of opening the rescue, we received an email asking to help for a poor old cat that had been picked up as a stray from a housing estate and was in a bad way. She had been taken in by a kind lady but she could no longer look after her. There was something about this girl that spoke to us and we knew we had to help her.
Sybil arrived on a Thursday and immediately we were in love. This poor old girl had sun bleached fur, which was matted down to her paws. She had a look in her eyes we hadn’t seen in any other animal before and her desperate need for security, love and food overwhelmed us all.
Her eyes were piercing green and the croakiest of meows flowed from her mouth every time she would see us. She ate and slept as though she hadn’t had it this good in years and her joy at just being stroked and spoken to softly would radiate from her. This was a very special old lady indeed.
After weeks of love, care, attention, and many appointments with our vet, an x-ray showed that there was something wrong with her oesophagus. Then it came the news we had been dreading, our beautiful, courageous Sybil the dribble had a split in her oesophagus, caused by years of starvation and stomach acids, which had weakened it to a point of no return, our girl wouldn’t have any quality of life and we knew what had to be done. We went through to the theatre to where she lay, calm, warm and quiet. We kissed her goodbye and stayed with her until she passed gently stroking her head all the time so she knew she wasn’t alone and was surrounded by love.
We love you Sybil always xx