the phone call came today..i knew it eventually would. "so..." says the protector of our saints overfull gates..."how's it going? i won't tell you about anyone specific but the other shelters are calling and it's getting close to christmas when you thought you might have some more room?"
oh god.... says my leaden heart......old, wrecked animals out there are dying...and ours aren't. 14 on my list of soon to goes who have not decided yet to go anywhere..less the 4 i just took in...and the 10 too many...still won't leave many openings here.
why is it such an ugly and hopeless world out there for the seniors? trina tried for weeks to get help for the ones that we took.
i am almost thinking we need 2 parts to our rescue...a kennel somewhere to stack the poor buggers in until we can fit them in here. but what a terrible waiting ground for them to have to wait in..or do we just accept the alternative that now in their moments of greatest fear and unhappiness their life just suddenly ends?
maybe i need to get colder about this...bring them in, give them time limited happiness...knock them off when they feel good so the next poor bastard can have some kindness and velcro bedtime before their life has to end too.
years ago..i gave someone that advice you know. she moved to the praries where they were euth'ing cats by the hundreds. she asked me what to do, she couldn't stand it...i said take them home for a week or two, let them get happy, take them back on their euth day and load up some more.
she actually did it...for a year or so anyway...can you imagine how heartbreaking that must have been? but she did it...she gave them some dignity and happiness for a couple of weeks til they had to die.
what kind of world do we live in when rescuers born to help and nuture have to start thinking in terms of providing compassionate, respectful deaths to the abandoned and terrified?
like i could bring spot here, fall in love with him and he with me just so he could feel safe and valued on his death day next week?
there has to be a way to help more seniors...there has to be a way to get them out of cages they do not belong in, that hurts them both physically and emotionally...there has to be a way to get them to safe harbours where they can peacefully and surrounded by love, live out their natural lives.
why are there so many? why the fuck can't people take care of their animals kindly and gently and then help them to pass away in peace?
why do old dogs and cats end up in shelters and sanctuaries when they should be home, warm and comfortable in their own beds?
i just do not get this fucking world that can't find some kind of compassion for these animals whose lives are almost at the end.