I received a call from the shelter last night. Can I save 2 grey and white kittens marked for euthanasia tomorrow? I'm appalled that they're killing kittens in eff'ing (almost) DECEMBER, for Christ's sake. (Excuse the language)
I went to the shelter this morning and picked up the babies. The Mom's empty cage nearby. My heart broke into a million pieces. I silently vowed to find THE BEST home for her kittens, and cursed the person who dumped the family there in the first place.
I also rescued a 3rd grey and white kitten too. Many thank you's to Susan who took this little guy at the last minute.
Lots of juggling today - including taking a video of our latest little "Special Needs" girl that I call "Twinkle":
Do I sound bitter today? I guess I am. The shelter seemed virtually empty today and I couldn't muster enough courage to ask how many were euthanized this morning.
So once again, I find myself brushing off the emotional dust and dealing with other people's mistakes. I have to wonder what the vet bill will end up being for little Twinkle:
But right now....I don't really care. I'm just glad she's safe.