except in rescue.
i had this interesting conversation with stan from TG today. he asked why i thought it was weird here. i said "how many people do you know who does rescue like this in BC?"
actually living in rescue fully, living completely and fully in rescue with this many animals every minute of every day? not many.
i mean that you never get away from it, it follows you where ever you go, because when you do it to this extent...it is different, it is outside the norm of what most people can conceive. it becomes who you are, it defines you...you do lose your identity.
you become one of the animals...the leader, the protector, the provider, they become your real family.
it is weird.
and you become an island.
if you are lucky, if you do your job well....you become an island with many bridges to anchor you to the mainland. and those bridges bring to you and yours that which you all need to survive.
but if those bridges collapse, be it from neglect or act of god or war...you are still an island and that makes your family vulnerable.
my advice to anyone even considering to start to walk down this road is to make sure that your island can survive feast or famine, friend or foe, fair or stormy weather because there may be times that you are alone.
islands rarely move and reunite with the mainland, but they can sink or they can become wild and unfriendly or they can become a safe harbour in the very vast sea.
it is kind of scary, and it is weird.
stan gets this because TG is an island too.