Momma lays at my feet, all nice and dry... Fiesty is laying by her side, curled up on a blanket... They are safe and dry, living in the day and maybe a bit of tomorrow in their dreams...
The house is nice and quiet - a time for me to think and get a start on the paperwork that has become my 'day-off' routine... But my mind continues to wander back to the homeless, unwanted pets that are still out there on the streets or in the shelters... What an awful existence they have until they are found, rescued or saved...
I wish, after all of these years in rescue, I could understand the human species... How they could so easy throw away a dog or puppy like yesterday's newspaper...
I talked to someone yesterday who asked if we could take in their dog because they were moving... I asked why they picked a new place that didn't allow them to bring their furry family member, and they replied they did not know...
How do you 'not know'?... Would you leave a child behind because you decided to move somewhere?... Your new place only has one extra bedroom and you have two children - so you leave one behind at a neighbor's or on the streets to fend for themselves?...
Momma has just taken one of those big, deep sighs that only 'wanted' furry family members have... She rolls a bit to her side and stretches out, touching a part of Fiesty's arm... In turn, Fiesty's paw reaches out so very slowly and touches back... A 76-pound Pitty and a 3-pound YorkChi...
And I realize that God is (once again) speaking through my furry family members --- asking me to take today - one day at a time - and continue the journey of No-Kill in my generation... He chooses to give me these 'Kodak moments' to remind me that we cannot save them all... And that we will continue to do more than most... But that I too should stay in the 'today and a bit of tomorrow'...
I want to share a beautiful picture, and certainly not because I am in it... Those who know me, know how much I dislike photos and the limelight... Yesterday a wonderful couple came into the rescue center and fell in love with one of our little pups who had just come out of my nursery and up for adoption yesterday...
Jelly (the pup's name) had taken on the care-taking role of her bud she'd been in the shelter with... And Peanut Butter (her bud) had just gotten adopted 30 minutes prior... Jelly was finally able to take on her own life and look for a furever family... This couple walked in, and the mom gravitated towards Jelly, who seemed to immediately relax in her arms... Hubby came to the educational corner of the rescue center and sat down - Jelly shortly thereafter fell asleep in the comforting circle of their bodies on the couch...
This is what we rescue folks call 'rescue juice'... It is the 'nitro' we get injected with when we see one of our dogs find a great, furever home... Daily we rescue folks see the dregs of humanity and the inhumanity towards these precious, tender souls? Well, it wears down on your soul eventually... Most of us old-timer rescue folks burn out and retire, believing we will never stop the killing of healthy, adoptable pets in our lifetime...
And then it happens... that shot of rescue juice 'sunshine' streams through a heavy bank of rain clouds...
And it regenerates you to plow on and save another life tomorrow!...
Thank-you, Jelly and your new fur parents for the beautiful moment you all shared with me and the other TLC volunteers yesterday!...
Love and hugs,
A long, happy furever life...
Linda
Thank you for sharing. I know how you feel. I get so tired and depressed seeing all the abuse and neglect going on every day. I don't understand either how anyone can just throw their pet out like trash. I hope all these people burn in Hell for what they did. I rescue as many as I can on my own and wish I could save them all. Thanks to you and all the other rescue groups out there for all you do for these little angels. You are making a difference. Keep up the good work.
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