musing

people often ask me how or why I do this animal rescue thing.

when I start to answer and my answer gets to side stepping and talking with great passion about the animals we have saved or the animals we weren't able to save, the faces oftentimes sort of glaze over and I realize I have lost them in the answer.

I am passionate about this, but realize that everyone is not. and that is ok. we can't all be passionate about the same sorts of issues - otherwise the things needing help whether it be animals, children, abuse, hunger, illness, whatever, something wouldn't get the attention it needs.

in addition to being passionate, I am lucky. I have a spouse who does understand my passion, and even though he talks tough sometimes to others, he is passionate about the animals needing our help as well. If he weren't he would not go out in the dark, pouring rain multiple times to try to capture one last kitten of a litter born and living in a drain pipe. He wouldn't give up our bathroom for the latest puppy or kitten needing a quiet place until a home can be found. He wouldn't live hand to mouth going without when our television dies and we don't have money to replace it, but finding that we do have money for yet more vet care when the donations dwindle. he wouldn't sit and hold a puppy still while giving it fluids every two hours during the night while we fight a case of puppy parvo. he talks tough, but he does care - deeply.

yes, I am passionate, lucky and blessed.

posted by Elizabeth @ 7:24 PM