Tonight, they are safe and being loved probably for the first time in their lives. (**tears**)
I received a phone call from a very nice sounding lady that wanted to adopt a scrawny little girl named "Elize" from the shelter:
The adopter doesn't drive, so I have to pick her up and bring her to the shelter to meet Elize. I love cats with pink noses :)
I received another phone call from a former adopter that had adopted TWO cats from me and the rescue. One cat was directly from the rescue and the other was directly from the shelter. I remember her - she's a lovely human being and wants to help "Herkimer":
I'm so happy for Herkimer. He's absolutely terrified in the shelter and hides under his one sheet of newspaper. He's been marked for euthanasia before and I'm SO happy he's getting out of there tomorrow.
I think like most people in the world, there have been times in my life where I've wondered what would make me the happiest. People continue to accumulate cars, houses and spouses, and an assortment of religions - all with the hope of finding *something* to give their life meaning.
I'm very much a spiritual person. I believe in God. I believe this is what I'm supposed to be doing. Sometimes I feel like a failure at it, but I keep standing up and brushing off the dust and moving forward. I guess that's what we ALL do who love rescue.
The best part? I'm not alone. Every time I read through the comments on this blog, I'm reminded that there are friends AND strangers who care about the cats the way I do. There are volunteers who have never been to the shelter, but offer to help a cat that I've written about here.
Tonight, I feel really blessed. Thank you all for everything...