The cages and tables are set up for our big adoption event tomorrow. But I'm not really writing about that.
Tonight, I wanted to write about a special "Before" and "After" picture, along with an email I received with the "after" picture. It started with the recent adoption of Monty:
With the writer's permission, I'm copying her email word-for-word. My purpose for doing so, is to bring understanding of the importance of these wonderful animals in our lives:
No complaints over here, I'm just emailing to let you know how 'monty' aka 'sheldon' is. I originally thought of naming him cornelius but it didn't stick. I've just been calling him shelly, or sheldy. He sleeps in my arms and yells at me if I stop holding him. Are you sure you didn't give me a dog? He follows me around and literally will throw himself at me for food. The first day I left him alone in the bedroom, he was so happy when I got home he jumped into my arms. He also tries to stop me from leaving. Hell jump up onto the coat rack and dive bomb onto my shoulders. He's a little goof ball. I'd really like to thank you for suggesting this guy to me.
Ill be honest, I've had depression for years and coming home to him makes me the happiest person on the face of the planet. I do have another cat (as you know) but she's nowhere near as cuddly and I think this is what I really needed.
Thank you for reminding me why I do this (often) gut wrenching work.