Brushing Off the Emotional Dust

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)

Then the next question came....and this one hurt most of all...."Can you save their Mom too?" 

You can't imagine how badly it hurts to say, "I can't save the Mom too." 

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":

The call came from the shelter earlier this week - they were going to kill her because she had an injury or neuro damage to her front left paw.  "Can you come get her?"  Sure.  We can come get her.  A volunteer dropped everything to pick up this little girl because the staff found it appropriate to kill her. 

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.