I rescue dogs. I fight for them. I dedicate my life to them.
I rarely put myself first. I never put them last. I always try to do right by them.
I am optimistic, but also realistic. I'm a positive person, who's been beaten down by the negativity of the world. I'm happy most days, but with a constant underlying sadness.
I've opened my heart to more dogs than I can count. I bring them into my home. I return the life that was taken from them.
I've accepted the craziness of my world. I take the insanity in stride. I've given up any hope of having a normal life or a clean house.
I live each day, for the dogs. I wake up, prepared to save more. I go to sleep, thinking of those I couldn’t reach.
I hate my phone… it never stops ringing. I answer and listen to the horrible accounts of animal abuse. I shudder, as I write the unspeakable details on a scrap of paper.
I follow-up on these cruelty reports. I arrive at the location. I wince... because it’s worse than I expected.
I look into the eyes of the neglected. I feel their pain in my own heart. I hear their silent cries.
I apologize for the awful things that have happened to them. I say “I’m sorry,” for things I didn’t do. I say, “I love you,” because no one else ever has.
I try to talk sense into senseless people. I try to educate the ignorant. I fail at these attempts on a daily basis.
I can’t save them all. I can’t even save most. I live each day knowing that --no matter how hard I try-- it will never be enough.
I know that... even when I succeed... I fail. I know that for every one I save, there’s another that I lose. I know that no matter how many I help, my work is never done.
I know the cruelty that exists. I’ve seen the faces of abuse. I witness the senselessness of the world… knowing that change is always just beyond my grasp…
I ask for help… it rarely comes. I pray for hope… it rarely appears. I beg for mercy… it rarely arrives.
I sometimes lose faith in humanity. I often cry. Some days, I crawl into bed and pull the covers over my eyes.
Sometimes, I sob. I hurt so much… but I cry because they hurt more than I ever could. The helplessness drives me to say, “I can’t…”
Then, a foster dog’s kiss says, “You can…”
So, I get out of bed. I brush off the despair. I vow to make a difference.
I do make a difference.
I never give up. I fight for change each day. I pray for relief from the pain… not for me, but for them.
I rescue dogs. In turn, dogs rescue me. Everything in between... is so worth it.