It's been a week of remembering our dog Maggie. It's hard to believe a week has passed already. Many thank you's for allowing me to express my pain and sorrow here. I knew I was in good company.
Earlier this week, I was made aware of a young woman who could no longer take care of her two cats due to an illness. I've never made it a secret that I don't like taking owner surrender cats, but her plight touched me and I decided to pursue it. When the picture arrived, I remember thinking, "Oh gosh, these cats are five years old and overweight - how will they ever get adopted together?"
The phone rang within about 24 hours and a couple drove TWO HOURS ONE WAY to meet them. In keeping with "We have the best volunteers EVER" - their foster Mom dropped everything to take these guys to the vets to insure they were examined and vaccinated before the couple's arrival. Holy crap - they hadn't even been vetted yet!
I'm still speechless. Why can't all adoptions work like this?
I had an opportunity to do a rescue at hoarder's house. I felt a little queasy even using the word "Hoarder", because I think messy houses are starting to be called "hoarders" thanks to the t.v. shows. One of our volunteers went and rescued several nursing Moms, while another rescue went in and took dozens. (She *rocks*)
Nobody was really certain how many cats were in there, but the house had been "cleaned up" BEFORE these pictures were taken. I can't imagine what it looked like before. Apparently, there was 6 inches of filth on the floor that volunteers had to walk over.
I wish we could've done more after I saw the pictures:
I've been busy with rescue stuff every day, as always. I should start writing daily again, but it always seems like "same shit, different day" to me. David and I are (finally) getting into his retirement groove, but oh how I miss having more time to myself.
In the meantime, I have a few really cute kittens on our site and my phone is ringing off the hook for them. I listen to their voicemails and feel the weight of responsibility for the future of these babies. "Who will love them for the next 20 years?" I click *delete* as soon as I hear the words "gift", or "my girlfriend wants a kitten", or "My kids want a kitten" or "How much for IT?"
Sounds like I have more to write about than I thought....