![]() Meme has also taught us that to forgive is divine. She has taught us that each day is special and that we should enjoy every moment. Meme continually amazes all of us at TWS. She provided many humorous moments especially, when she rolled over the tree and landed face first into the freshly fallen snow. She jumped right in (or should we say, on it?), tearing at the branches and licking at the sap. She couldn’t wait to exit her lock out area to get at it. We gave Meme the largest of the lot, leaning it against one of her perches. After the holidays, we picked up a truckload of donated Christmas trees. A stretch up the new tree, which she annointed as her new scratching post a roll in the freshly mowed grass and a walk over the rocks – just because they were there! Once released into her new space, Meme did the final inspection herself. In the summer of 2003, we achieved our goal of increasing the size of Meme’s habitat. She has a heated den filled with straw for the cold Minnesota winters, a tiger perch complete with ramp and railings, a tire swing, tons of toys, fresh food every day and ample space to romp around. Life at the sanctuary must be heaven compared to her past. She had severe arthritis and a bladder infection.īut with care from our veterinarian and staff, Meme now has a new lease on life. The initial examination was not optimistic. Meme arrived with open wounds on her face and hips from rubbing herself raw against her small cage. Therefore, Meme became TWS’s first and only tiger. Two were placed with a sanctuary in the south, but due to Meme’s age, no one felt she would survive the trip. ![]() Our sanctuary was notified of the owner’s intentions and we were determined to rescue these tigers. Luckily, those words fell on the right ears. This was to be Meme’s final reward for years of service to her owner. When Meme’s owner decided to get out of the business, he felt his only option may be to shoot his three tigers. ![]() For twenty years, her only purpose in life was to produce, for profit, litter after litter of cubs for the animal trade. She was fed primarily road kill, evident by the carcasses and bones that stood knee-high on the floor of her cage. There was no grass to lie in, no room to run or walk, no insulation from the harsh winter cold. Her world consisted of a 10′ x 10′ dark and cold corn crib, with barely enough room to turn around. Just a short time ago, Meme was an indentured servant at a breeding farm right here in Minnesota. If her beauty and charm don’t win your heart, hearing her story surely will. There’s no doubt that Meme, a 25-year old Bengal tiger, is a favorite at the sanctuary.
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