Fur provides much-needed insulation from the cold, making it necessary for many animals.Besides, it makes them look different; there are some animals you would not even recognize when they are completely bald.
Rescuers have just brought in a more uncommon creature that resembles a hairless cat. Learn more about this unique species and her unlikely survival by reading on.
Hope for Wildlife, a nonprofit conservation organization in Nova Scotia, adopted the most bizarre animal last month. According to the Canadian Press, a couple in West Arichat discovered the animal in their property, suffering from the cold.
At first sight, the creature looks like a Sphynx cat, but it’s actually a completely hairless raccoon!
When their characteristic mask-like fur pattern is absent, raccoons are very hard to spot. This little creature is a northern raccoon, and it is completely bald due to severe alopecia.
The rescue said that while there have been cases of balding raccoons in the past, this one is unlike any other: “It’s just tufts of fur around the snout, ankles and feet.” Hope Swinimer, director of Hope for Wildlife, alerted the Canadian Press to the gravity of the issue.
The raccoon has been named Rufus in commemoration of the character from the Kim Possible cartoon who is a naked mole rat, even if it is a female.
The rescue said on Facebook that they are still trying to figure out why she is losing her hair, but they believe it could be an autoimmune disorder that is damaging her hair follicles. They found that her skin appeared healthy and ruled out parasites, fungal infections, and mange.
MY 76-YEAR-OLD HUSBAND GAVE ME A PUPPY FOR CHRISTMAS – EVEN THOUGH OUR KIDS WERE AGAINST IT!
The ornate Christmas tree shimmered with lights, and the air was thick with the scent of pine needles and gingerbread. But the festive cheer in our household was quickly overshadowed by a furry, four-legged surprise. My husband, bless his heart, had decided to gift me a puppy for Christmas.
Now, I love dogs. Absolutely adore them. But at 76, with our children long grown and flown, and our lives settled into a comfortable routine of leisurely walks and quiet evenings, a puppy felt like a bomb had been dropped on our peaceful existence.
“Surprise!” my husband announced, beaming as he led a wriggling, yipping creature into the living room. It was a golden retriever puppy, the cutest, most adorable creature I had ever seen. But the initial delight quickly gave way to a wave of apprehension.
Our children, who had visited earlier that day, were less than thrilled. “Dad, really?” my daughter exclaimed, her voice laced with disbelief. “A puppy? At your age?” My son, ever the pragmatist, chimed in, “Who’s going to walk it every day? Who’s going to clean up after it? Who’s going to deal with the barking and the chewing?”
My husband, oblivious to the brewing storm, was already enthralled. He was naming the puppy “Champ” and making grand plans for long walks in the park. I, meanwhile, was trying to figure out how to break the news to the dog walker we’d used for our previous dog, who had sadly passed away a few years ago.
The next few days were a whirlwind. The puppy, true to breed, was a whirlwind of energy. He chewed on shoes, barked incessantly, and peed on the rug (multiple times). My husband, bless his heart, was in his element. He spent hours playing fetch in the backyard, his face beaming with joy.
But the reality of the situation quickly set in. The sleepless nights, the constant cleaning, the endless walks in the rain – it was taking a toll. My husband, despite his initial enthusiasm, was starting to look weary. His back ached, and his energy levels were dwindling.
One evening, as I watched him struggle to lift the exuberant puppy onto the couch, I realized something had to change. I sat him down and had a serious conversation. I explained how much I appreciated his thoughtfulness, but that perhaps a puppy wasn’t the best fit for us at this stage in our lives.
He looked at me, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. But then he smiled. “You’re right,” he conceded. “Maybe a puppy is a bit much right now.”
We decided to find a loving home for Champ. It was a difficult decision, but we knew it was the right one. We found a wonderful young couple who were eager to give Champ the attention and energy he deserved.
While we missed the playful puppy, we also enjoyed the return of our peaceful evenings. And my husband, to my surprise, seemed to enjoy the extra time to pursue his hobbies – gardening and reading – without the constant demands of a rambunctious puppy.
In the end, the Christmas puppy incident taught us a valuable lesson: sometimes, the best gifts are the ones that truly fit into our lives. And sometimes, the most loving thing to do is to let go.
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