Mookie is a male brown capuchin
was born on April 22, 1995 and became a part of our family when he was an infant. His mama was not capable of caring
for him so I became his "monkey mama". He was with me constantly, 24 hours a day, for
the first 2 years of his life, just the same as if he had been able to be cared for by his birth mom.
He came to be a very important part of our family.
In the wild infant primates are carried by their moms everywhere (or hang on for dear
life). As the babies mature they begin to venture from the security of their
mom's body to investigate the rest of their world. When I made the decision to
add a monkey to our family I vowed to allow her/him to experience as many natural behaviors as possible. Thus the reason behind Mookie being on me
continually, to the point of even sleeping with me. Mookie was going to have to
become partly "humanized" and we were to become part of his "troop".
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, then years. Mookie grew and matured, our family and the community which became his
extended troop family members, learned more about respect for the other primates. We are the "human primates", Mookie belongs to the group called the
"non-human primates". We have distinct differences, yet we also have so many
things in common it is uncanny. Every day I learn more from Mookie, as he learns more from me. We have a close bond that surpasses the cultural
differences we were born with. He has learned to accept things that he would
not normally even be introduced to, had he been born in the wild. I, in turn,
experienced the nature of the wild instincts remaining within his psyche. Our
family learned about basic primal emotions, all in their purest form. Jealousy,
anger, confusion, frustration, joy, even sadness and remorse were exhibited by
this amazing creature who had graced our home with his presence.
Love, too, was the strongest emotion felt by all who were
touched by Mookie, as was with Willow whom was gone from us. The devotion and
commitment to care for Mookie was not an easy labor of love, but one welcomed by me. The intricacies of co-habitating with a non-human primate
are as involved as that of caring for a child with a moderate to severe disability.
The problem with comparing a primate to a child is the primate, ultimately, is a
wild animal (it takes centuries to domesticate a species) and as a wild animal
they will never fully acclimate to living 100% safely in a human environment.
All too often a primate is purchased with the intention of making it a
"replacement child". During the juvenile years of a primate's life this can be
accommodated but as the primate matures "primal instinct" takes over and what
you are left with (if the impressionable years are not cultivated properly) is a
neurotic, wild, unmanageable, dangerous animal. The needs and wants of the
primate must be first and foremost, to accommodate them. It is definitely NOT a
decision to take lightly and once taken, will continue for 30 - 45 years in most
Atrocities occur and it is mandatory that people be held accountable for
their actions. Wednesday, July 2, 1997, I was in a local grocery store with
my capuchin monkey, Mookie, shopping, as I have done for the past 2 years with him. While I patiently waited in the check-out line between two local
woman, he was visiting a man (while still attached to the leash and myself
as he is always ) accompanying several children (I am not sure if they were
from a camp or where). I spoke to all of them and answered their questions
pertaining to the work Mookie does. He became a part of our family at several weeks of age and turned 2 years old in April. I had been granted a
permit from our State Dept. of Inland Fisheries and Wildlife for him to be
allowed into the state of Maine specifically to participate in therapeutic
I had done research for over 2 years prior to acquiring Mookie, before coming to a decision that I would be competent in the undertaking I was
about to embark on. In May 1995, I began a journey that ended in devastation not only for Mookie, and myself, but for many many others as
well. That fateful day as he leapt back to me, he quickly decided, as only a
monkey seems to be able to do, unfortunately, to try to leap to the back of
the woman ahead of us in the line. I grabbed him in midair but not in time
to prevent him from grabbing at her hair and succeeding. I disentangled his fingers and he had not pulled a strand of her hair out. I scolded him for
his actions and apologized to the woman for his behavior. She ignored me. I
paid for my groceries and left the store.
The following day two state game wardens arrived at my house to talk to me about "The Bite". I asked them in completely
perplexed...What bite? I had no idea what they were referring to. They repeated, "The Bite. The
bite yesterday". And again I asked them what they were talking about. They proceeded to inform me there had been a complaint issued by the
woman in the grocery store, that Mookie had scratched and bitten her. I was in total disbelief and replied that Mookie had grabbed her hair and
might possibly have accidentally scratched her but, there was no way he bit her! They then brought up an issue pertaining to the required permit
necessary to keep Mookie in compliance with their regulations. I informed them I had sent in my paperwork, after calling the person in charge of
licensing and permits to inquire what they expected in the way of documentation.
I sent in my report in March 1997 and never received a
denial of the renewal application. I, unfortunately, had not noticed that I
was never sent a paper of approval either. I had sent a similar report the preceding year and my permit was renewed with no problem , the only
difference this year was that I had increased the amount of time spent doing the therapeutic work. (Each year as Mookie grew older I had
planned to increase the work we would do together in this area. I would like to add here a partial list of the things I do so as to clarify why that
paper could have gone unnoticed. I have been a therapeutic foster care parent for the state of Maine Youth Center (I care for teen boys that have
been in jail) for the past 4 years (the previous 11 years doing regular foster
care parenting), I have been a licensed wildlife rehabilitator (state, and
federal) for about 19 years, I have been a Sunday School teacher for our local Methodist Church for about 17 years, a volunteer staff for our local
teen center for 3 years, the biological mom of a 17 and 11 yr. old boys, a
horse rancher for the past 28 years and during a majority of that time it has been as a single parent. I have also in the past been instrumental in
developing a therapeutic riding program with the Paso Fino horses I raise.
I was Executive Director, riding instructor, and performed many various duties as Public Relations, fund raising, caretaker for the horses
and educator for this program that grew to serve up to 25 clients riding weekly. I would also like to add that the only monetary gain I received was
the stipend paid to me for the foster care I did. All the other aforementioned activities were purely donations of my time as a volunteer,
doing things I enjoyed.
I looked at the things I did and was doing as
spiritual gifts I had been given to share with others willing to accept them.
I was second mom to many of the at-risk teens in our town as well. They felt my home was their home and my door was never locked. I have had the
local police call after midnight inquiring, could I take in two homeless teen boys that had been found sleeping in the local Laundromat? and my reply
as always was, "Yes".
I have walked downstairs in the morning to find a
woman sleeping on my couch, who knew she could find safety here from an abusive husband. People are constantly bringing animals for me to aid to
the best of my ability and those that were beyond my expertise, I would bring to our local veterinarian hospital which donated its medical
expertise. Is it a wonder I hadn't noticed my renewal had not been sent?
I asked the name of the woman who claimed to have been bitten and I was told to call the chief of police. I was also to produce documentation as to
the medical records on the monkey and get those to the police as well. I was in total bewilderment as to the situation and continued to try to
question what exactly was going on. The warden told me Mookie was not supposed to be out in the public without being in a carrier, if at all. I
replied to him that I wanted to know why none of the wardens, including him, had informed me of that when I would see them in town, at the town
offices, and also why they had not spoken up then in relation to my permit
situation. Warden **** ****** insisted he had never seen me in town, which is not true.
I was not getting any answers and subsequently called Chief **** of our local police force. He would not give me the name of the woman who had
accused Mookie of biting her and told me he "was pushing the case". I informed him Mookie was up to date on all medical needs and the records
would be sent to him directly by the veterinary hospital.
I called ***** at Fish & Wildlife to try to resolve the paperwork issue. This seemed
to be where the plot thickens. She informed me I did not have a valid license for Mookie due to my lack of fulfillment of their requirements for
the permit. I inquired as to what exactly was lacking as I had sent her everything she had requested in March. She countered with the following :
I had not associated myself with the Helping Hands program, I had taken Mookie out in public not in a carrier, and had taken him places he was not
allowed. I gave her valid answers to her statements and was met with total
rejection of my presentations. I informed **** that I had attempted on several occasions to contact the Helping Hands program, left messages on
their machine and even had written a couple times to inquire as to the status of my application to their program. **** informed me that Helping
Hands had never heard of me. I called the woman , **** ****** and she stated to me that she had never said they had never heard of me. I had
copies of my correspondence to them and went so far as to search my old
phone bills to find their number on my bill. The next thing I see in the local newspaper coverage is a statement that Helping Hands had never heard of
I proceeded to call the woman who had been behind me in the grocery store line to ask her the name of the woman ahead of us and she was not
able to remember her name either. I asked her about the incident and she did not feel that Mookie had bitten the woman either.
I was told, by the game wardens, Mookie was not to leave my premises until the issues had been resolved, which I complied with. I would like to
add here that Mookie had been with me 24 hours a day since he had arrived in our home. This commitment to him had resulted from the
information I had discovered during the years of research I did previous to
him coming to me. It was deemed very important for the proper emotional and behavioral development of Mookie to assure that level of interaction
with him. I felt I was capable of that commitment to him. This left me with
no choice but to remain at my home until this issue had been resolved. I
accepted the conditions with no disagreement and proceeded to comb through my immense amount of documentation I had accumulated over the
past 5 years. I gathered up papers one by one to be brought to a local office
store by a friend be copied and given to the Fish & Wildlife. I was not given
a time frame and worked diligently at amassing the necessary documentation. During all of this, I was still wondering, "What the hell
was going on?"
On Friday, a friend called and told me the name of the woman was, (***** *********, the wife of *** *********, who owned ********* Motors in
town). My friend also informed me that the only problem these people were having with the situation was that I had not apologized and all they
wanted was for me to pay the doctor bill and for a tetanus shot. I called the
dealership to try to reach the people and left a message with an employee asking they call me. I also sent a card apologizing for the incident, not the
alleged bite. At that point I felt I was making headway of all this situation.
Several days passed and the next thing I knew....... it was Monday afternoon, July 7,1997 and I glanced out my window to see two game
wardens, a police car and a truck drive swiftly into my dooryard, all at once. Everyone stepped out of their vehicles and proceeded up to my home.
I was informed Mookie was being confiscated due to the fact I did not have
a valid permit in my possession. I looked at them in disbelief. My mind was
racing, thinking what was going on and what could be done. We proceeded to negotiate for about 2-3 hours. The wardens insisting I give Mookie up to
them, which in turn he would be given to (****** *******) of the **** Zoo.
****** was the person they used as a drop off point for confiscated animals. He also is on their Board of Directors, which determines who is
and is not granted permission to obtain an exotic animal. I might add here
that I was informed that Maine does not give out permission for pet monkeys, yet Mr. ******* was in possession of several capuchin monkeys.
The Portland Press Herald had done a story the previous year on a Black
Swan stolen from Boston Gardens, which ****** had supplied to Boston on a lease type arrangement. In that article it stated ****** raised monkeys. I
also had been informed by the USDA (United State Dept. of Agriculture) agent, when he was here to inspect my facilities for Mookie for me to be
granted a class C - exhibition permit, that ****** had told him his monkeys were pets. I had inquired because the conditions I had seen his
monkeys on the day I had visited his establishment the previous year, were
not up to the standards required by the USDA, as far as I could see. ******
had been given a zoo permit for his menagerie but the monkeys were not included, stated the agent, due to their pet status. I have since been curious
as to the disposition of the other monkeys and other animals brought to ****** by the Fish & Wildlife. I personally believe there is a conflict of
interest in this man's positions with the state. Due to the conditions I had
seen at the **** Zoo I decided to do anything in my power to prevent Mookie from being brought there. I would have gone so far as to have him
euthanized rather than be subjected to having to go there. I made several phone calls as the negotiations continued.
Finally I was able to reach a local lawyer and he was successful in negotiating an agreeable compromise. Mookie would go to the Bridgton
Veterinary Clinic for a quarantine period, while the issue was addressed further. I loaded him into a carrier and had to practically beg to be
allowed to ride with him in the vehicle transporting him to the vets. Upon
arrival, the quarantine room was readied and I took Mookie to it. One of the most difficult things I have ever had to do in my life was to place him in
that cage and lock the door. I had no way of explaining to him why I was, in his eyes, abandoning him, and as I walked away he screamed for me.
You must remember for practically the entire 2 years of his life he had
been in my company. He went everywhere I did. To town to the stores, church, the teen center, and the list goes on and on. He slept with me and
showered with me, sitting on a homemade shelf washing himself as I washed myself. He and I were so closely bonded that this was devastating
to both of us for him to be left in that cage. I returned the following morning to visit him. I had been reluctantly given permission to visit him
but was not allowed to take him out of the cage to hold him.
When I entered the room, expecting to hear a welcoming greeting, I was ignored.
Mookie turned his back on me and would not speak to me with any of his normal greeting sounds. I was absolutely crushed that this emotional
destructiveness was happening. I stayed for over an hour and not until it was time for me to leave would he interact with me, and then barely at all.
As I rose to leave he grabbed for my hair, pulling me to him, as if to plead
with me to take him with me, and I had to turn away and again leave him there. I cannot begin to describe the agony I was going through. I felt he
too was going through the very same distress.
I began my attempt to resolve this issue satisfactorily by driving to my lawyers with many papers I had gathered to present my case to regain
possession of Mookie. I made numerous phone calls. My lawyer made calls. The only thing I was ended up being guaranteed of, was that the Fish &
Wildlife would NEVER issue me a permit to have Mookie again in the state of Maine.
They began citing me with the requirements they insisted I had not met. Mookie was not being kept in a carrier when out in public. I had not
complied with them about my association with the Helping Hands program. Mookie was not allowed out in the public under any
circumstances. And last but far from least, I did not have in my possession
a current permit. I was given a summons for the lack of a permit. The entire situation became worse and worse and I began to worry more and
more that Mookie at some point would be handed over to ****** *******. He could not stay at the vet's forever.
I proceeded to find an alternative for his placement, realizing I was not going to be given access to him in the state of Maine, at least not in the
near future. After many phone calls and pulling of strings, Mookie was granted permission to leave the state of Maine to go to a wonderful
sanctuary in Florida, The Wise Monkeys. It was a place I had made arrangements with, for Mookie to go to, if I should die before him. The
facility is entirely privately funded by the owners and is very clean and the
primates housed there are cared for with the utmost responsibility. I made
arrangements for Mookie to be driven down there and he left Wednesday, the 9th to head to Florida.
The minute Mookie had crossed the border out of Maine and was safely out of harms way of being placed at the **** Zoo, I prepared to do battle
with the people involved with this situation. I was going to get answers and
I wanted complete explanations of how this situation could have gotten to this point. While I continued to search my papers for documentation to
back up my position, others had apparently been busy as well. People had heard what had happened and were calling and stopping in to ask what
they could do to help. I asked that they pray for Mookie's safety first and
foremost. The next thing I knew newspaper reporters, TV and radio stations were calling me to ask what happened. The teens in town had been
spreading the word about my situation. I found myself answering many questions over and over. I had decided that if Mookie would never be
allowed to be with me and do the therapeutic work we did in the communities that I would pack up and leave the state of Maine to do our
work elsewhere. When that news spread, I had teens calling me on the phone crying, adults (women and men) crying at the idea of the loss, our
leaving would bring. I was overwhelmed by the amount of support pouring out of my community. I finally came to the conclusion that perhaps there
was a chance at a resolution to this disaster. I began to inquire about the
governor of our state giving Mookie a pardon and allowing him to be returned to me so we could continue our therapeutic work.
That is how the situation stands at this time.... I am including documents to substantiate my position: Mookie's medical records, copies of the
paperwork sent to the Fish & Wildlife, documents to show that I had adhered to the guidelines set up by Helping Hands (from a pirated copy of
their manual I was able to procure from a student where I had given a presentation at USM in Gorham in an Anthropology class), Helping Hands
had never returned my phone calls after I had sent them an application three plus years ago nor did they reply to the follow up letter I wrote them
(in fact they denied ever having received a completed application from me according to the Fish & Wildlife, when in fact I have a copy of what I had
sent them) , documents stating animals in a therapeutic line of work or even training being allowed in public places, and last but not least the
permit itself stating the few guidelines I was expected to follow, which I
had followed. I also was informed, second hand, by New Hampshire Dept. of Fish & Wildlife that I should have been completely within my rights to
have assumed my permit was valid as I had never received a denial of my permit from the Maine Dept. of Fish & Wildlife, when asked by the press
about this situation they were given no comment. The entire situation is filled with inconsistencies and should never have happened in the first
place. This is not even the complete account there is more to it but this is a
fair amount of information for one to access as to the situation.
The Continuing Saga
One hundred and thirty three days have passed since Mookie arrived at
The Wise Sanctuary, in July of 1997. It is now November 21, 1997 and Mookie is finally home with me in Maine again. The following is my
account of the days between his departure and final arrival to be reunited
with me. This is a depressing presentation and one of the most debilitating
situations I have ever had to deal with in my entire life.
After Mookie's arrival in Florida, July 9, 1997, I began my descent into hell. The more I tried to facilitate a positive resolution to this deplorable
situation the worse it seemed to get. Letters written on Mookie's and my behalf, to our Governor, were sent directly to Maine Fish and Wildlife, the
very same people who were responsible for this miscarriage of justice to begin with. Phone calls and letters were of absolutely no use in trying to
resolve this issue. I called everywhere and everyone I could possibly think
of for help and got no constructive answers or help anywhere. Leads led nowhere, local lawyers wanted no part of this as they had no idea how to
approach this situation. I was without recourse, with the exception of
moving out of the very state I had given much of my adult life to, if I was to be reunited with
Mookie again. Over and over again in my mind ran the thoughts, why me?? what had I done to deserve this?? what could I do and where could I
turn for help?? As I felt I had just about reached my breaking point, I remembered the power of prayer, and I began praying. I prayed for
Mookie to be safe, I prayed for strength for me and most of all I prayed for
the salvation of the people who had been responsible for this terrible occurrence to escalate into such a disastrous mess. When people called and
asked what they could do to help..... all I could answer them with was, "pray" for the for mentioned things, and pray long and hard. It was the
only constructive thing that could be done at that point.
The newspapers had not been kind in their assessment of this encounter, saying basically, a "Pet Monkey" had been confiscated from local woman.
I called and asked that the label "pet" be replaced by the proper term "therapy monkey" and the request was outright refused. The article was
posted in local papers as well as seen in The Boston Globe and a Florida newspaper (to my knowledge, I don't know if it was published anywhere
else). I sent my account of the occurrence to many newspapers, none of which ever published my side of the story. A radio talk show interviewed
me and television stations came to my home to interview me as well. Yet still I found no governmental official willing to intervene in my behalf. I
was becoming very disillusioned with the entire state of Maine.
I received a call a few weeks after Mookie's departure, informing me of a lawyer who had expressed interest in my situation. A divorce lawyer from
South Portland, had read a news article about my plight and offered to represent me for free, as he had all animals' best interests at heart. The
first question he asked of me when I went to his office to confer about my
problem was, "Is Mookie all right?" This led me to believe I had finally found someone who truly wanted to help me and was in a position to be
able to help as well. I showed him all my paperwork and explained the story from my point of view. When I had finished, he agreed to do all
within his power to help me resolve this, gratis. I returned home with a lighter heart, never once imaging the battle had just barely begun.
After reviewing my information, Mr. ********* suggested I reapply (again) for a renewal permit for Mookie. I did this, expecting a reply
within a month. The month passed and no answer. I was given permission to call Fish and Wildlife, by my lawyer, to ask for a decision and was told
by the Dept. (Major ***********) they would not make a decision until the court case was decided. More sitting and waiting, wondering, and
worrying. When was this all going to be over and done with?
Each day felt like a year. I found myself unable to go to town as the few times I attempted to go into a place I had gone previously with Mookie, the
tears would start streaming down my face. It was a combination of the feeling of my loss of a
part of me as well as the feeling of total helplessness over a very unfair and seemingly unethical procedure being forced upon
me. I finally resigned myself to the fact that going to town was not something I was willing to subject myself to, and during the one hundred
thirty five days Mookie was gone, I went to places in town less than a half
dozen times. I could not even bring myself to go to my church as I felt I would fall totally apart there and have to be carried out in a "basket".
These feelings overwhelmed me and I had absolutely no control over my thoughts and emotions. I had never in my life, in all my years of dealing
with the strife that I had faced, felt so debilitated and helpless. I had always
considered myself a survivor and I was just barely able to function on an everyday basis as time went by and no resolution seemed to come into
sight. I pushed myself to shop for a few food necessities far away from the
town I had put my heart and soul into.
I stayed home and worked diligently at my computer and on the phone searching for answers and help for my cause. I could not sleep in my bed
which Mookie had shared with me, as I lay awake all night long with questions racing through my mind. I occasionally slept on the floor of my
living room, and but of the time, I slept on the floor of the deck outside my
bedroom. I began sleeping only between 2-4 hours a night, staying up researching and typing on my computer until I would fall asleep from
sheer exhaustion. This continued during the entire time Mookie was gone from my home.
Many days I would not have even gotten up if not for the
children in my home I had to care for. I wanted to just let my mind crawl to that deep dark place inside that is very difficult to ever come out from.
Thoughts of death as an escape from the mental pain I was experiencing often crossed my mind. I thank God for my children being the one
motivation for me to go on. I owned several guns and would contemplate which one, where, and how I could shoot myself to end this agony. My
waking hours were filled with questions. I sought answers anywhere and
everywhere. I tried to keep focused on praying, yet was not always successful. I had met many wonderful people on the Internet, in a Native
American chatroom I visited, when I wanted a distraction from my present desperate world. I had asked every person I met to pray, for Mookie, for
me and most importantly for the people responsible for this tragedy. I knew people all over the world were praying and it still, sometimes, was
not enough to prevent me from sinking deep into myself and the never ending mental pain I endured.
Time went on, yet felt as if it stood still. Every day felt like a year. Time
grew close for a court date and I felt hope that a resolution was close at
hand. Then my lawyer suggested we request a jury trial rather than going before a judge, for a more fair outcome. I agreed, not realizing that meant
another month or so of waiting. Upon that realization, I went into a nose-dive straight to mental hell. I felt sheer desperation - this matter was
never going to be resolved and time was growing short for me to be able to
successfully move to a more accommodating state (meaning more lenient about permits for primates), in regards to primate private caretaking
I had a family and numerous animals to consider when moving and winter was closing in quickly. I felt like I was stuck between a rock and a hard
place. Damned if I was and double damned if I wasn't. Damned to mental hell, sinking closer and closer to that point of no return. Some days I
realized it and some days I had no idea of who I really was or what I even
was doing. I now have very little recollection of the past four and a half months of my life, July until November and don't believe I ever will, with
the exception of a few occurrences.
The teens from town would come visiting to see how I was doing, an occasional phone call from someone, but I felt forsaken by the very people I
had devoted my life to. My best friend, *******, stood by me, day in, day out, trying to keep me from going to that place in hell in my head every
time I met with a new obstacle. Word somehow got out to a few more people and
several did come to visit me and tried to bolster my spirits, but to no avail. A counselor/friend stopped and told me I was "clinically
depressed" and should see a specialist and be put on medication. I declined
on the basis that I have not gone to a conventional doctor in years, treating
myself with holistic alternative medicines instead as well as the fact I had
no income and my savings was depleting rapidly. I could simply not afford to go to a specialist and I knew what I needed for my recovery, a resolution
to my situation and to be reunited with Mookie, who had become a more integral part of my life than anyone, including myself, could have ever
I had been seeing an acupuncturist for close to a year and I did
continue to see her bi-monthly. She had been instrumental in treating me for
several things successfully in the past and was compassionate enough to allow me to barter with her to continue to see her during my saga. (Fresh
milk from my cow, home-made butter and farm fresh eggs became my payments to her) She is one of the few true healers of our present day life I
have been graced to know.
Finally, a suggestion was made to contact a government official. I started with Olympia Snowe's office and was directed to **** ******, my local
senator from Norway. I called him and related my entire story to him. He listened attentively and asked several questions and then told me he would
do all he could to help me at least get some answers from Fish and Wildlife.
Mr. ****** spent several weeks trying to get information about my situation, but to no avail. I had spoken several times to him on the phone
and he finally called three weeks after our initial contact to say he was getting nowhere with Fish and Wildlife and the only recourse he saw me
having was to go to court to get this all resolved. He had done his very best
and all I had was more waiting. I was very appreciative of all his efforts but
was despondent with all the obstacles being thrown in my path.
I do recall during this period of time, coming up with some very "imaginative" potential solutions to my dilemma. It occurred to me that if I
got myself ordained as a youth minister by mail, I could specify my home as
a sanctuary and perhaps keep Mookie here, safely away from the hands of our government because of religious shelter. Another idea that ran
through my head was to find a psychiatrist who was open to unconventional therapy. I don't take conventional medicines but I decided
Mookie could be prescribed to me as my therapeutic animal to combat my depression. I was grasping at any straw possible to be reunited with
Mookie. I felt as if I had been emotionally raped by the people responsible
for all of my pain. My life had been totally changed with one false accusation leading to an abundance of unethical actions following it.
I began being very discourteous to people I saw as "the enemy" and became even more withdrawn from real life society. I found solace in
chatting with the friends I had made on the Internet. I had people praying
all over the world for my situation, South Africa, Europe, Asia, South America, and across the United States, people all were holding me up in
prayer, supporting me in the only way they were able. People who had never ever prayed in their life were now praying for a positive outcome for
me. I knew in my heart many people loved me but it still was not enough.
Weeks went by, and mentally I got worse and worse. So bad, in fact, that a dear friend came over, bringing a close friend of hers and between them,
******* and what was left of me, we prayed. Long and hard, we prayed for the demons trying to overtake my head to be gone and
leave me in peace. Through the power of prayer and faith, the demons were removed and my
head felt lighter and clearer and more at peace than it had felt in a long
long time. From that point onward I was able to start my climb back out of
that mental hell I had sunk into. I began to fight with all my heart and soul
to not succumb to the powers of evil. It was at that moment the sift began to
My court date, October 31, 1997, was approaching fast and in the days right before it was to take place, I contacted many strong positive people.
My previous pastor, shamans, everyone who had chosen to become involved in my plight. The day of court, as I traveled to the courthouse, I
felt totally at peace. The night before I also had slept better than in all the
preceding months since this episode began. I greeted my lawyer, we entered the courtroom and much to my delight, I was informed that the
case in regards to Mookie had been dismissed. I hugged my lawyer and gave thanks to God for this blessing. I was told to wait until the following
week before calling Fish and Wildlife for a decision on my renewal permit,
now that court was over. I contacted everyone I knew to let them know the joyous news and we celebrated in spirit all over the world that night.
On Thursday, November 6, 1997, I drove to my lawyers to meet with him and make the anticipated call from his office. I eagerly dialed the number
and much to my great disappointment was told "no decision had yet been made, call again next week." Despondently, I left the office and drove
home, tears streaming down my cheeks again. Will this never end, I thought, and again visions ran through my mind. I mentally pictured a
scene I will not repeat here. I knew I just needed to get home and then I would be safe and strong enough to push aside those horrible mental
pictures racing through my mind. Thank God, as soon as I was home and had gotten in my house, I was able to rid myself of the dark forces
pervading my mind and soul. I called ******* with sobbing tears and dumped all my agony on her. She was finally able to give me the energy to
go on and wait yet more days for an answer.
The general opinion was that Fish and Wildlife had come to the realization they had treated me very unethically and were now trying to save face in
any way possible, again at my mental expense. Each hour seemed like a day and each day seemed like a year. On November 10, 1997, I began
calling daily, asking for an answer and was given excuses such as, they hadn't received the court papers, they had been "told" my case was not
dismissed, anything possible to stall giving me a decision. Again, I fought to
stay calm and in control of my emotions outwardly, while within I was dying a little more with each postponing answer.
Finally, on November 13, 1997, I called again, seemingly for the hundredth time of rejection, and
received the news I had waited an eternity to hear. **** *****, of the Warden Service, very plainly and matter-of-factly stated to me, my permit
had been approved. I very politely asked that it be notarized before sending it to me, as requested by The Wise Monkey
Sanctuary, and after a bit of negotiations, I was told it would be done and sent out the next day,
Friday Nov. 14, 1997. I was also assured a copy would be faxed to The Wise
Monkey Sanctuary that very day.
I immediately contacted Tim and Minnie
to let them know my battle was finally over, or so I thought. Again, nothing
in this entire scenario was going to be made easy for me. I had met a pilot
on line who was looking into a free plane ride to and from Florida for me. I
had well wishers all still praying for this to be entirely over and Mookie
back home here where he belonged and still nothing wanted to go right.
Friday came and went, uneventfully. Saturday, I anxiously awaited the
mail for my permit to arrive. I had been calling airlines to see about connections, as the free ride was not to be. I also contacted The Wise's to
ascertain their schedules for my arrival to pick Mookie up to bring him home. The mailman came and, NO permit. I immediately called the Post
Office and asked them to hold my mail on Monday so as to get my permit then. At this point I had made reservations to fly to Florida on Tuesday,
November 18, 1997 and to return home on Friday, November 21, 1997, with Mookie. I drove to the Post Office on Monday morning and to my dismay,
again NO permit. I was trying to control myself and avoid becoming frantic. I returned home, again called Fish and Wildlife and was told by
**** ***** , the permit had not even been mailed out yet. I very nicely asked her to fax me a copy of it, as my travel arrangements had already
been made. She hesitated until I insisted a bit firmer and finally was sent
the long awaited paper, with my written permission to posses Mookie legally in the State of Maine. A copy was also finally sent to The Wise
Monkeys as well, as it had never been sent the day it was promised to be sent.
Now all that was left to do was to figure out how to pay for my plane fare. My money had nearly run out (I had used up all my savings, as I had had
no income since July. I had been informed in July by Dept. of Human Services, where my foster children came from, that our local police chief
had called them and told them I had a monkey that bit and no children had
been placed in my home since then.) I was going to borrow money from anyone I could when friends offered to pay my entire way! A couple who
prefers to remain anonymous paid for my round trip ticket in full and all I
had to do was to drive to the travel agent to pick them up.
Finally, things seemed to be falling in place. I stopped at the acupuncturist to have metal
seeds placed strategically in my ears and magnets on my inner wrists to prevent me from suffering airsickness during flight. My tickets were in
hand and I was packed and ready to go first thing Tuesday morning. The plane would be leaving the Portland Airport at 7 am. I could hardly
believe the time had come that I was on my way to get Mookie. I now had everyone praying for a safe flight, as I had not flown for many years. The
ride down to Florida was peaceful. I was seated next to very nice people on
each of the two jets carrying me to my destination. We had stimulating conversation and vowed to keep in touch. Minnie Wise was waiting at the
airport for me and I eagerly stowed my two back packs and the animal
carrier I had brought in the back seat of her van. We hugged and introduced ourselves to each other and I heaved a sigh of relief. I was there
and all in one piece!
We chatted about numerous things as we traveled to their facility, one of which being the possibility of Mookie holding a grudge against me for
abandoning him so many days before. I had known there was a very good chance of him rejecting me and the very thought of it had brought tears to
my eyes each time our reunion scenario ran through my mind. I had been imagining this moment for more than four months and it was still like a
dream that I was finally there. We stopped at the local market that donated its excess produce to the sanctuary on the way home. I tried to
remain calm and not burst with excitement as we neared their place.
Finally we had arrived. I got out and looked at Minnie and she began to
lead me around their home towards the cage Mookie was housed in with another Weeper capuchin, Milo, a four year old altered female. I was very
impressed with all that I saw in the way of caging and all the animal's demeanors as I walked out through cages upon cages of primates. Even
before he could see me, he heard my voice and began to call to me, as my tears ran down my face. The time had come, would he embrace me or
As I reached his cage, his call increased in volume and he reached his tiny hands out the wire to embrace me!!! My heart and soul sang with joy as the
tears, now tears of happiness, streamed down my cheeks. I took his hands in mine and put my face to his and began to tell him how much I had
missed him. We chattered back and forth to each other for a while, then I went to the house to put my things away. He called to me and I assured him
I was not leaving him, just getting settled in. I put my bags away and helped unload the van, and then had the pleasure of helping feed the
primates at the sanctuary, all 60 of them!
Each of the primates at the sanctuary came there with a story, Minnie relating each tale to me as we
made the rounds at feeding time. Tim Wise arrived home as we were finishing chores and I had the pleasure of meeting the man I had shared
thoughts with for many months on the Internet and on the phone. He was exactly how I had envisioned him to be. We greeted each other with a
hearty hug and went on about our business. When chores were completed, I was allowed to take Mookie out of his cage and allow myself the liberty of
the moment I had been waiting for all these months. I put on his waist leash
and held him in my arms as he hugged me for all he was worth, all the while chattering about his experiences. I felt as if I had died and gone to
Heaven to hold him in my arms again. Time stood still and I finally was at
Mookie and I enjoyed each others company for several hours and then Minnie asked if I minded terribly if Mookie spent his last two nights in the
cage with Milo, his cage companion for the past several months, so she would not be so lonely. I agreed and put him back for the evening with
Milo. He called to me but not overly urgently. I tried to reassure him I was
not going to leave him and he seemed to settle down. In the house I was allowed to interact with Minnie's female spider monkey, Budie, who was
four and a half years of age. We cuddled and groomed each other and I enjoyed every second of it. Then she was put to bed for the night.
The next day, I again helped with morning feeding chores , produce for all of the primates. Then I was treated to a trip to The ***** ****. Well, treat
may not be the best way to describe the facility itself. All the positive qualities I saw at The Wise Monkeys was severely lacking here at The
***** ****. The conditions were out of your worst nightmare. Chimps were housed in cages not even tall enough for the chimps to stand their full
height. Most were singly housed in areas no bigger than a small jail cell.
My heart ached for them. Many showed extreme signs of neurosis and even those caged in pairs were lethargic and depressing to view. One emaciated
female chimp was lying on her side, the story behind her lethargy was a treatable intestinal blockage. The pity being the owners would not allow
her to be operated on to alleviate the problem, so she just lay there waiting
to die her slow death.
Another sad story behind one of the caged chimps
was an entertainment retiree. This male chimp had played the part of Cheetah in the old Tarzan movies and due to his treatment during that
time, he now hated all people. I was informed he tried to hurt and/or kill
any human getting within his reach, thereby resigning himself to total seclusion, devoid of any social interactions with another living creature.
And the horror stories went on and on.
The only highlights of this trip were my seeing two live gorillas and three orangutans, but the pitiful conditions of their captivity far outweighed the
excitement I felt in seeing these magnificent creatures in the flesh. I also
was privileged to meet and interact with one of their young chimps, ****. She was a three year old female who took an immediate liking to me and
proceeded to hug and kiss me. We then played jump and tickle for about fifteen minutes and I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. It was my first
encounter with a real chimpanzee and I was amazed at the dense mass of her fifty lb. body and the strength she had at the young age of three. I now
understood more fully why I had been told in the past how strong and dangerous they can become as adults. One feel of the grip she had at her
age was enough to last me a lifetime. The owner had to go and I parted ways with ****, the memory forever etched in my mind.
Minnie and I returned home, cleaned cages and then took Mookie to the veterinarians for his health check - up for the trip home, as mandated by
law. He passed with flying colors and we proceeded home to again feed up all the primates, their afternoon meal of monkey chow. By now the
monkeys had become more used to my presence and were not as leery of me helping Minnie. I was pleased they had accepted me so quickly. I was
formally introduced to Coby, their eight year old male chimp and his female companion, Tina, who was eleven. Coby blew me kisses and
performed several other maneuvers he had learned. Coby had been trained in using some sign language and he was showing me what he knew. The
intelligence of this beautiful creature was overwhelming. I watched him as
he ate, using utensils, and displayed compassion towards his companion, Tina, by sharing his food and toys. Minnie explained to me the subtleties of
his actions and what each expression and motion signified in his world. It
truly was an honor to be introduced to this magnificent primate.
By the second day I had settled into the caretaking routine for the primates
and was overjoyed to participate without immediate supervision. I helped feed twice daily and clean by hosing and raking each of the housing units
for the occupants. The smallest being a pair of Red-Handed Tamarins, others included a pair of Ring-Tailed Lemurs, several Squirrel monkeys
(Common and Bolivian), numerous Capuchins (Weepers, Black & Whites and Cinnamons), Spider monkeys (various sub-species), a pair of Patas (the
fastest primates in the world), a beautiful pair of Gibbons, the pair of Chimpanzees, and last but far from least a Vervet, Todd, whom had lived
with Minnie all of his twenty one years. He remained outside all day in his
area and came in each night to his own special cage in the house. He was a
sweet tempered altered male who loved to be groomed and I accommodated him every chance I got.
Before I knew it, Friday morning had arrived and it was time to return to my home. I made a final round to say good-bye to all the animals and have
one last look at all of these wondrous creatures I had come to love so quickly. I said my good-byes to Tim and the children, then Minnie and I
loaded my bags and Mookie in his travel cage into the van and we left for the airport. I did my best to hold back the tears as I said my good-byes to
Minnie. Her and her family had been incredibly kind and giving to me and it was hard to leave. They had done more than words could ever express in
caring for Mookie as well as taking me in the days I stayed with them. The
children were wonderful, very well mannered and, personable. Tim was above reproach, he undoubtedly cared tremendously for his family and the
primates in his care. The entire family was a shining example of how life should be. I left with a warm heart and caring thoughts.
The plane ride home was uneventful, again no airsickness and Mookie was content the entire trip, showing no signs of stress. I arrived home in
Portland November 21,1997 about 4 p.m. to a snow covered land, far different than the area I had left just hours before. ******* greeted me at
the airport with welcome tears in her eyes. Mookie was ecstatic to see her\
and chattered incessantly to her all the way home. We grabbed a bite to eat on the way home and pulled in my driveway about 7 p.m. My son,
Clayton was anxiously waiting our return and he came running to us, arms open wide for a bear hug. We went inside and I let Mookie out of his travel
cage and he leapt from one person to another in greeting, unable to decide
who he wanted to see more. Smiles and tears and hugs and words just poured out from everyone. Mookie was finally home where he belonged
and my saga had ended..............or so I thought............. (more to
come at a later date)
Should you be considering adding a primate to your family situation, PLEASE, educate yourself fully. Find a place to devote volunteer time to gain the necessary experience needed to care for one properly. Consider adopting a
"throw-away" adult primate who has been displaced for whatever reason. I want to state here that we have added a second primate to our family. Milo, an altered female brown capuchin joined our family the spring of 1998. She was a "displaced" adult who was graciously donated to us through the combined efforts of her original owner and a wonderful sanctuary called "The Wise Monkeys", located in New
Port Richey, Florida. The language, both vocal and body, varies even between sub-species and a human family can only fill a part of the void left when a primate is secluded from their own