One of the most valuable things I have learned in life is the ripple effect. There is absolutely NOTHING that we ever do or say that does not trickle onward and effect something or someone, somewhere else. This Blog, and the thoughts we write, may one day settle in someones heart who sees an old dog or cat in a cage in a shelter, and maybe that old caged soul will find a home. Maybe someone else will take an hour or two out of their busy week and volunteer some time to help others in their homeless journey. Maybe a case of friskies will make it to a shelter who has an angry cat, or maybe an incontinent dog will not lose it's home. Not all ripples are happy ripples. Sometimes the things we write, may make others mad. And their anger trickles outwards creating doubt and discontent. The thing about ripples is they may not go and do what we intend. and we have to be aware and accept the risk of this.
When making decisions for the animals, it is so hard not to get caught up in the fairy tale ending. If we put the cart before the horse, and the story endings becomes more important, then we have pretty much guaranteed that the ending will be a lie. Our decisions have to be based upon today and right now and not a dream we want to be. And with each and every decision, we need to plot the course of the ripples as they fan away. Like Honey and Ozzie, who are mere weeks away from storming the doors of Nicole's family home and becoming permanent fixtures that will be there til the end. We all know it is coming, Nicole knows it too, and so does her family. You would think that when the hope and faith of crippled and blind and incontinent dogs becomes reality, that the ripple effect will all be good. It won't. Nicole will on some days feel the burden of the love and responsibilty of them, and she will some days be torn between their needs and ours. She will one day have the glorious heart of hers broken when they pass from this life to the next. And the final dream come true for Ozzie and Honey will mean that little Mellie will lose another friend. Mellie loves Honey, Honey is her friend, and her safety net and her anchor in the storm. It is the fly bitten tips of Honey's ears that she so gently cleans, and it is Honey's body who she wraps up against to feel warm.
Leila told me last night that she became involved with SAINTS because of the stories I told years ago of Brew, and Sophie and Copper. When Brew died, i got an email from a stranger, telling me that because of Brew, she had adopted a senior from her local shelter and was in love. There are good people who will never come here because someone they know does not like what I write. The pond that the dogs love to swim in has shrunk to a mere puddle of mud, because there is still no rain. The neighbors may get irritated with us because I am late home from work and the donkeys are screaming their dismay. Wee Hopeful Bug, a tiny and sick little dying cat spawned the birth of SAINTS. And I, because I loved and lost a dog as a child, can never turn my face away. The dogs led me to cats, and the cats to rabbits, and the rabbits to horses and chickens and llamas. Buzzy's loss, brought an army of gain.
The ripples can drown us or they can gently carry us to the safety of shore. Each time I see the end of the ripple effect, I have a moment of ...Ahhh. I try to predict the outcome, but sometimes it is not what I supposed. When Ozzie and Honey finally go home forever, I am hoping that the ripples will gently and lovingly carry Mellie to a home of her own. But that we won't know for awhile, and that is the problem with ripples, sometimes you just can't see how far they go.