I can't believe I've written 600 blog posts. I went back through the past few years and picked out a few posts that were memorable to me...and some that weren't so memorable and decided to relive them. I've had some people tell me that reading my sad posts are the worst for them. Sometimes they can't make it through and sometimes they can't bring themselves to watch a video unless they know it's going to be happy.
Things with my rescue are going along well. I've forgotten what it's like to be the primary phone person. The number of "my boyfriend has allergies and I need to get rid of my cat" are huge. I've started saying that I don't take owner surrenders - period. Let 'em bring the cat into the shelter, pay $85.00 surrender fee and cry their eyes out all day. Why should I make it easy on them?
Geez..that sounded bitter.
Tomorrow is a rescue day, and I'm taking a new foster Mom with me. In fact, I'm meeting several foster Moms tomorrow. It always reopens my eyes to the sacrifice I make when someone new comes with me. I see things differently - the way I did when I first started walking through the shelter doors. Although it's very very painful, I need to continually renew and remember why I do what I do. For me, the only way to do that is to walk through those shelter doors with a new foster parent or adopter. Experiencing their anguish helps me remember why I keep doing all this. Sounds crazy, doesn't it?
I'll bring my camera. My stomach hurts a little bit already.