Many thank you's for the emails and understanding of my meltdown yesterday.
Tomorrow is a rescue day which usually lifts my spirits. I'm going to try to NOT listen to Christmas music on the way to the shelter. What is it about listening to Christmas songs that really make the trek to the shelter even more painful? I remember feeling this way last year too.
I've had so many wonderful rescue stories to tell lately, but haven't been able to sit down and write them out. I think that comes with stress which has been overwhelming the past few days.
With the rescue scheduled to go into TWO Petsmarts in January, I'm going to need a few more temporary foster homes willing to quarantine cats and kittens to go into stores. Sadly, it's right at Christmas which means a little extra begging. When has it ever been beneath me to beg? :)
(I think I felt my face crack when I smiled a moment ago)
If you follow the shelter website, you may have noticed a big ol' Maine Coon on their site named "Odin":
I can't imagine a world without Odin. I'm so grateful that he's still with us and happy. I wish they could all live a life like that.
Pizza delivery will be arriving in a few minutes. Things are starting to look up.