It's been a whirlwind week as I've been working through my new life. Meals are better, my house is cleaner, and my mother is thrilled that I've been calling her more often. It felt odd that there were no cat-related emergency calls over the Canadian Thanksgiving.
I've received more than 100 emails from friends about my resignation from the rescue. They all shared the same sadness that I have for the cats that I cannot help at this point.
David surprised me the other night when he said that I should start my own rescue. My own rescue takes money that I really don't have right now. It would be great if every cat I rescued came with a tag that said, "I'm certifiably healthy and won't cost the rescue any money." But we all know things don't work that way. It would be great if I could start with some padding. Years ago when I was President of another rescue, I would spend about $2000.00 per month of my own money just to keep up the rescue's veterinary bills. I don't want to be in that position again.
David thinks it would probably be cheaper in the long run to have my own rescue rather than spending $$$ at the stores like I have this week with all the extra time on my hands. C'mon....it wasn't THAT bad!
Needless to say, I'm feeling much better and much, much happier about my decision to leave the rescue. Part of me feels guilty about the "happy part", because of the cats at the shelter, but I truly feel as if I have been neglecting myself for far too long. I didn't realize it until I woke up 5 days in a row feeling like a million bucks.
Yes, I have moments where I'm chomping at the bit to dig back in, but today wasn't one of them. Today, I went grocery shopping and spent $25.00 on a REALLY ugly fluffy cat bed at the pet store...
...I couldn't help but think that the $25.00 spent would be a vaccination for a cat in need...