So started my day - before 5:30 am.
...Should've gone back to bed. I really should've. I knew I would have days in rescue that would make me scratch my head in wonder, but today was completely ridiculous. I dealt with a bunch of stuff that wasn't the rescue's fault, nor was it anybody's fault. It just *was*. Sometimes being diplomatic when you feel like screaming is one of the most difficult parts of being a
I worked on tax receipts today and was reminded of the incredible generosity of the people who support our rescue. It was spectacular to read the notes attached to the donation. I recalled the urgent pleas for donations on special medical cases on cats that are now Forever Home today. Yes, wallowing in GOOD things does make a difference in my attitude.
Although I have lots of care and support, there are times I feel very isolated with decisions I've had to make. Last night I had to help a loving foster parent make a decision to not take tiny kittens that were not suitable for her busy lifestyle and they were euthanized this morning. When I was with a larger rescue, it was reassuring to be able to share the grief, joy and decision making. Now I just sit here and feel pitifully alone with this stuff.
So yeah....today is a pity party. Waaa. Waaa for me. :) I'm OK, really. This has never been a 100% "Look-how-great-rescue-is-why-don't-you-join-me" kind of blog. It's my life - the good, the bad, and the ugly...and I like it that way.