You'd think I would've come back from Iceland feeling rested and refreshed. I think people don't realize that I never really get away. I would have to leave my phone and computer behind and go to some third world country where the internet is a luxury item. I often wonder how long it would take me to unwind and not worry. When my kids were little, it would take about 72 hours. Even then - I could relax as I knew the kids were in great hands. With rescue, there are SO MANY people counting on me for answers to questions, problems and concerns. Our volunteers that handle things when I'm away are outstanding, so my insecurity is truly my own.
We had an adorable 8 week old kitten pass away last night. We don't know why and it was sudden. Now we're on death watch for the remaining siblings. One kitten had been adopted and now I'm worried sick.
An adopter abandoned an adopted cat at one of our partner vet clinics because she didn't want to pay the $1200.00 surgery for HER cat. Who did she think was going to pay it? Yes, the rescue is paying for it. No way to have budgeted for that, right?
We rescued a really nice 3 year old neutered boy. I figured since he was already neutered, that the vaccinations, and other general care would put us in the black for this particular cat. No. Such. Luck. Turns out he needed $600.00 in dental surgery, and he had a urinary blockage after surgery.
One of our adopters needlessly verbally attacked one of our awesome partner veterinarians. Like all of our vets, they reduce fees for services to help the cats. The vet called me pretty upset...."I don't need to put up with this
I feel like there's pressure on all sides and am spending hours and hours on the phone each day. I received a particularly scathing email from somebody I really like this morning. I was still in my robe with a cup of coffee and trying to read the paper in front of a fire with David. Why did I check my email so early?
I'm just a volunteer. I work 7 days per week and 60+ hours per week for free. I do the best I can to have a life outside of rescue. I'm sure my husband would love to be doing more retirement stuff with me. Instead, he's stuck waiting for me to finish phone calls - or worse - taking phone calls while we're out and about on "marital bonding days".
I know there are a lot of people out there working hard for the animals like me. But every once in a while I sit and think "WHY?" Why put up with all the bullshit, the lack of money, lack of time and people feeling resentful when I need an afternoon to get my hair done? If you think I'm talking about *you*, I'm probably not. I'm just venting about all of it. It's been a shitty week and I was due for one, I guess.