Everybody that I've spoken to seems to be having "one of those weeks". I guess I've been no exception. Although it's been a great rescue week, it's also been full of weirdness (for lack of a better word) and sad moments mixed in with the joy of the rescue. I guess that's part of rescue life, but it certainly bears the need to talk about it here a bit.
Since I've been going to the shelter a lot more lately, I've been running into some of the usual things that happen at an Animal Services location. On a usual rescue run this week, this guy from the Ministry of Health (or whatever the hell) was there. I was skipping around "la-la-la-la" with my empty cat crate in tow getting a cat from the shelter's garage area. When this guy holds up a heavy plastic bag and says, "I have to cut this dead dog's head off, so if you don't want to see it, you might want to leave."
When an animal comes in with suspected rabies, they euthanize the animal and send the head off for testing purposes. It's morbid, but necessary.
I guess it's the same reason that people slow down to look at car accidents. I was grossly curious and ashamed of myself for actually slowing down to see what he was going to do. I couldn't follow through - but I was surprised that I wanted to see it.
On that same day at the shelter, there was a dead calico cat in a clear plastic bag on top of a freezer- obviously brought in after being hit by a car. I wondered if there was a little family grieving over the loss of their cat. Then I thought, "Screw 'em...they shouldn't have let her outside."
Yesterday, I was walking through a dog holding area to visit "Waffles", (my favourite) a fat little cat that can't fit into a cat cage. I spotted two of the cutest little pugs! I stopped to "awwwwwwww" at them. They were wiggling and looked very happy to see me. A staff member told me to "keep walking"...the owners signed them over to be euthanized. They couldn't be rescued. The reason? "They were old".
Cowards. They couldn't take their two "beloved" dogs to the vet and hold them while they passed away? Cowards! Cowards! Cowards!
Today I was leaving with my newly rescued little guys when two women were bringing in two very frightened cats in crates. Should've kept my big mouth shut, but I didn't. When I inquired as to why they were surrendering their cats. Both women caught me totally off guard when they burst into tears. The one woman explained that these cats belonged to her daughter who was now on life support and dying at the hospital. (The other woman was the Aunt)
Oddly enough, my first thought was to comfort the women who were completely shattered. I was too taken back to tell them that their daughter would probably haunt them for dumping her (obviously VERY LOVED) cats at the shelter. Instead, I found myself telling them that I'd try very hard to rescue her cats. Shit. Why did I feel the need to comfort them? They were doing the wrong thing and would regret it later. Those cats were probably going to be a wonderful, loving link to her daughter after she's gone. Those cats just lost *everything* too.
It's only Wednesday night and it's been a crazy few days. I'm going back to the shelter again tomorrow - 4th day in a row. I really need an afternoon to myself to buy my anti-wrinkle crap, hair gunk, and all the other stuff that keeps a 47 year old woman looking 47. Maybe some new shoes too....
Shoes! Gold coloured flats. Something comfy that I can walk around in the shelter in. (Doh!)