i read on TG's blog that they have had enough, they are closing their doors. sounds to me like they are hurting pretty badly up there. rescue takes every ounce of us...every cell focused and drained for every last drop just to keep going on some days. some days are so utterly horrid, so brutal, so endless and suddenly, we are drained dry. we are as dead and finished and as empty as the shells of the bodies i carry from here when my beloved friends die.
oh those days of hurtful emptiness, when there is nothing left except regret and anger and darkness. those are the days that i fear the most.
it is always rescue related humans who will destroy a rescuer..it won't be the animals or the losers who dump them...we can try to fight those and win the battle for an animal's life but we will never win in a battle with other rescue. they know where to hurt us, they know where to slide that knife that severs our will to go on...they know because they fear the same knife thrust, they fear that aloneness in the dark.
maybe we hang out with dogs too much, maybe we develop that pack mentality. maybe we listen too much to the praises of others and find ourselves rising too far above. maybe our anger at how hard our life is makes us strike out and knock someone else to the ground.
maybe we took our eyes off of our animals and started looking for something besides that long awaited smile on their face, maybe we started looking into other backyards because we didn't want to look at the mess in our own.
i don't know if this time yvette will really close TG doors forever...i don't know that someday i might not close the gates of saints too when i feel i just can't take anymore.
the only thing i do know is that i did not sign up for this...i signed up for something cleaner and brighter and full of less pain. and i am watching and learning and pondering and wondering as i watch this bloodbath run thru the heart of rescue.
sigh...i started this blog because i wanted to share what rescue at saints really means to me here. and i said i would share both the good and the ugly because it is both that surrounds every rescuer every day.
today i grieve not just the eventual loss of my best friend ellie but all hope for a rescue community filled with decency and respect. we are just petty, selfish, mean spirited humans, like the losers who dump the animals here, no better, no worse, but frighteningly just the same.
rescue is in a sad state of affairs.