the thing about rescue is it sneaks up on you. you start with a cat here, a dog there. you learn alittle bit as you go along. soon you are on a path that becomes a road, and suddenly it becomes the world.
the thing about rescue is the animals can't count. they can't add up all the numbers involved. they just see the one and that's them. and they don't even know that the biggest, hardest, heaviest numbers have little to do with that.
rescue is not really about what is given, it is what is taken away. the peices that slip or are stolen or forgotten, the parts that are gone and don't return. some to the animals and some to humans who take in different ways, but mostly to finishing the job that was started. except, there is never an end to finish.
rescue is not a shiny medal to be worn and proudly displayed. it is a shadow that makes the world fade away.
the ones who dream of a magical place where all the animals are safe and free, think again, it is not even close to that story book dream. it is loss upon loss, and i speak not of death but of where expectation becomes an endless grave.
animals can't count and they really don't care about issues, they just want the best they can find. and some people won't get it so don't expect that they will, and try to learn to not care.
i think it is smarter to help where you can and let someone not as bright have the headache. but if you foolishly decide to say yes and not say no, make sure you have a blog so you can whine and complain.
geez i am maudlin tonight.