Thank you to Sultan's saviour
I was pet-sitting Sultan, my father's cat, while he was out of the country last year.
Unfortunately, on the first day, Sultan was accidentally let out and went missing. Sultan's been an outdoor cat for all his 17 years, has several health problems including hyperthyroid and spinal stenosis, and he requires daily medication.
I was quite concerned, as I live about 11 kilometres from my father's house and Sultan did not know the area. I put up posters, called the local radio station, put an add on Kijiji and visited the Winnipeg Humane Society, all to no avail.
Sultan had gone missing without a trace.
When my father finally arrived home six weeks later, I had to break the news to him that Sultan was gone. My father was heartbroken; Sultan was his best friend. At the age of 77, my father was unlikely to get another animal.
Three months later, I received a phone call saying that Sultan had been found, thanks to a microchip we had gotten for him almost 15 years ago.
We picked him up from a local animal hospital. Sultan was very malnourished and weak. We learned he was found trying to enter the Centennial Concert Hall during a concert.
I live in East Kildonan, and my father lives in the West End. Sultan had travelled seven kilometres in the right direction to reach the concert hall, and he must have crossed either the Louise Bridge or the Disraeli Bridge.
I want to thank the person who called the Humane Society to have Sultan picked up from the Centennial Concert Hall. This person may have saved Sultan's life and certainly brought some happiness back to my father's.
-- Michelle Clemente
Wallet found, returned against all odds
MY boyfriend and I braved the wind and rain for a day of fishing in the great outdoors on the Saturday of the long August weekend.
Our journey included a stop for snacks at the 59'er, fruitless fishing at Birds Hill Park, and catch and release at the Lockport dam.
Somewhere along the way, I lost my wallet.
I realized this when returning to the city for a late dinner. After searching the car and calling the 59'er with no luck, the possibility of finding my wallet seemed slight. But we opted for a drive-through dinner then a drive back to Birds Hill and Lockport to retrace our steps in hopes of finding it.
All I could think of was the credit and debit cards I would have to cancel, the licence and student ID that would have to be replaced and the monthly bus pass I had only used for three days.
Before I could pull out of the Best Buy parking lot where we had searched the car, I received a phone call from my dad in Morden. He seemed very concerned and asked if I was missing anything. I was confused, as I had not told anyone yet about my missing wallet. To my relief, he had received a phone call from a kind lady named Janice who had stumbled upon my wallet during a walk in Birds Hill Park.
On that afternoon, she and her husband took a shortcut on their usual walk and came across the wallet. From my ID were able to contact my family.
I got my wallet back early the next day with everything still inside thanks to the kindness and thoughtfulness of these strangers. Needless to say, I brought a thank you card and small gift of appreciation.
I cannot thank them enough for finding and returning my wallet. You are lifesavers!
-- Atieh Braun
Three cheers for Manfred
I stopped to help an elderly lady who had fallen near the corner of Logan Avenue and McPhillips Street a couple of weeks ago. In the commotion of cleaning up the gash on her forehead, repacking her bags and getting her back on her feet, I ended up leaving my iPhone in the grass.
After speaking with an extremely helpful MTS person, I elected to rely on the milk of human kindness and texted the phone with our land line number and my husband's cell number.
Within minutes a young man named Manfred called us. He had found the phone and was waiting for us to call.
Manfred even delivered it to our downtown apartment block the next day and refused any offer of a reward.
Three cheers for Manfred!
-- Debby Lute-Storey