Our Statement:
We are an Animal Rescue and Adoption service..
Our work is never done. Our homes are never quiet. Our wallets are always empty, but our Hearts are always full.
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Who We Are:
Beamsville 4 Paw Rescue is a group of dedicated animal lovers who open their hearts, their wallets and their homes to surrendered, abandoned, and feral animals looking for forever homes.
All of our Staff are volunteers who have full-time jobs but who dedicate their time and their own money to helping our community.
One hundred percent of all monies earned, donated and raised in our Penny Sales, Draws, Special Events, continuous LCBO Empty bottle drive and Bake Sales go to helping our four-legged friends and their families.
Not ready or able to adopt? Donations of food, litter, cat carriers or even offering to help bake goodies for our bake sale is greatly appreciated. You can also donate financially via our website.
Many times we get asked how Beamsville 4Paw Rescue began. Read Scrappy’s story and find out how one “Crazy Cat lady” opened her heart up and began our rescue.
Scrappy- 2006
This is where it all began! Many times we are asked how Beamsville 4Paw Rescue started and how it began. My name is Pam, and I moved to Beamsville in Fall of 1997 with my two senior cats, Gizzy and Jessie. A small hobby barn was located behind me with chicken, ducks and wild pigeons that sat on the barns’ roof. In April 2005, the property was sold to the city, the people left leaving their animals behind. Little did I know that this would change my life forever. My friends and I contacted many humane societies and rescues, unfortunately farm animals are not worth the rescuing according to them. We then decided to contact hobby farms ourselves and finally found homes for the chickens and ducks. The pigeons, let’s just say I am feeding their grand-children still to this day. A few weeks later, I was outside sitting on my deck and I heard cat cries coming from the abandoned barn. I quietly went over and to my surprise there was at least 7 cats and a mommy cat who just gave birth to 5 kittens. As soon as they saw me they ran away. Now, do you walk away and assume it is someone’s cat or do you make the choice to help. I chose to help and started calling rescues and all resources but unfortunately everyone was full and nobody offered to help. It was up to me and my friends, to help these cats. I now was known as the “Crazy Cat Lady” feeding the stray cats on my street.
It took weeks, but we did catch the abandoned cats/kittens brought them to vets to get care and found them “Forever Homes”. All but one, I could not catch. I called him Scrappy, he was a pure white cat that had many wounds on his face, scars on his back, his ears looked frost bit and most of all would yowl all night. Scrappy would not go into any traps, nor would he come near me. It soon became winter and my heart broke seeing him sitting on my deck huddled, eating the food I put out and lay next to the outdoor heater. A few weeks later, Scrappy, showed up limping, full of blood on his back and eyes were crusted over with infections, I was determined to catch him, but the question was “HOW”. I ended up cutting a hole in my garage door, started putting food and heating blankets and disguised a live trap. I had a baby monitor that I kept near my bedside night after night hoping he would go into the trap. Months went by, Scrappy would limp into the garage, eat the food, sleep on the heated bed, sniff the trap and limp away, it was heart breaking.
Finally, Dec 15th 2006 at 2:ooam, Scrappy came in the garage limping he had a wound on his back that was open and bloody, his eyes full of infection. I sat near the baby monitor willing him to go in, my heart was breaking. Then Scrappy looked right at the camera as to say “Rescue Me, I can’t go on”, and finally went into the trap. I ran into the garage, tossed a blanket on the trap and ran him into my safe room that I had prepared for him.
I opened the trap and Scrappy hobbled into the covered bed I prepared for him. I had baby monitors in the room so I can keep an eye on him until I could bring him to the vet in the morning, Scrappy did not move all night. The next morning I brought Scrappy to the vet where he stayed for 10 days. so he could start antibiotics and get the care he needed to be strong enough for surgery. The vet needed to stitch up the wounds he had on his legs, back and neck and if strong enough neutered and get vaccinated.
Finally, on the 11th days, Scrappy was able to come home. My friend decided to keep Scrappy and every day, he started to trust us more and more. Within four months he finally started enjoying the comforts of sleeping next to his adopter and giving head-butts for kisses or belly rubs.
In 2022, Scrappy passed away peacefully in my arms while I kissed him good-bye and thank him for 15 years of allowing me to give him a home and love he deserved.
Scrappy changed my life and in 2009, a group of dedicated animal lovers formed together and started “Beamsville 4Paw Rescue”
I hope when you hear a cat yowling, or see a cat in distress, a dirty stray, or an opportunity comes when an animal needs your help, that you remember Scrappy and his story. Scrappy was not screaming just because he was fighting, but it was screams of hurt, hunger and asking for help. Also, if you know of a “Crazy Cat lady” feeding the stray, instead of mocking her, maybe go ask how you can help, after all that is how Beamsville 4Paw Rescue started up and we now save around 400 animals a year. Ask yourself, how can you help!
