I've been SO sick all week! It happens every year - always the worst time of the year. It's probably just a cold - but holy crap - it's a cold that has really knocked me on my ass for the past 4 days.
I'm not half as sick as the poor souls we recently rescued from the high kill shelter last weekend. Every goddamn time we rescue from that place I throw my hands in the air and say, "I'm *DONE*" But how could I ever say "no" to a volunteer who wants to help one, two or more from there?
The majority of these cats are brought into this shelter healthy. If they don't leave the shelter dead, they usually are brewing some sort of virus or infection. Here's the picture I received this morning from a distraught foster parent who chose "Zeke" a week ago.
If I lost my cat and picked it up at this shelter 2 days later (they are able to kill them on day #4) and I got stuck with $1000.00+ vet bills because of a f*cking virus that runs rampant at that shelter, I'd be royally pissed.
Truthfully? I *am* royally pissed. So are the other rescues who want to help the cats at this shelter. I received a lovely donation recently and every dime of it is going to go to help this one cat.
I feel like billing The City for the care of this cat. Ha.
It's been a while since I vented about this shelter. Maybe I was due. We've rescued 30+ cats and kittens in the past 14 days from the low-kill shelter. The majority of them were adopted IMMEDIATELY because they were healthy.
Why can't this shelter stop this constant barrage of sickness? I want to help them. I desperately want to be on their side. I want to be enthusiastic when a volunteer wants to rescue a cat from this facility. There are DOZENS of sweet cats like Zeke in this Animal Services that need rescue. I don't want to walk away because "I can't afford it."