Rescue Journal

sad state of affairs..

Carol  ·  Dec. 2, 2010

most of these animals are in better shape then i am this morning (not really. they just have better drugs).. but... i am so sick of this cold!
i think i am doing the house up today which really won't be much fun. oh well...if you are going to pack your house with sick and incontinent will have to clean up their mess, even on the days that you don't feel well..that is just the way that it is.

maybe the bleach will kill whatever viral bugs that are taking up residence inside of my chest.

there might be a good side to just about anything if you look hard enough.

new old forrest is 100% comfortably at home..what a great little positive minded dog!...i want whatever he is getting to make life such an interesting and happy adventure. if we could put his enthusiasm for goodness and living into a bottle, we all would be rich.

jelly beans elixer for just being a happy pain in the ass would sell pretty good too i think...i would buy some of that!

there are all of these great animals here...and some of them have come from much better homes. and yet all of them make the adjustment..all of them try hard to fit in...all of them want each day to be as good as it can be and interestingly enough, they all give it their very best effort to make it so.

mentally and emotionally animals are much better at this then we are.

mind you..not one of them will be coughing their lungs out trying to clean up the house.

i have never seen an animal as broken and hopeless as i have seen a human being. i am sure there are some..i just haven't seen any.

i must be pretty damn lucky.

hah hah..little 3 pound pixie is giving 90 pound jelly shit for wandering around too close to her bed...she is trying to sleep in this morning and jelly is a giant and freaking sleep disturbing oaf.

and this is why i do so love any and all dogs...they are so honest about life being all about this one critical thing, they are not conflicted at all.



i don't know that shilo stayed broken and hopeless..she found her comfort zone her hand delivered canned food every day and her favorite sleeping chair. she just wasn't a cat that expected or wanted too much out of life or from people after what she had been thru. but she did find her resting place here where she was no longer managed to the point of abuse, where she could just sleep away undisturbed... where she wanted to be and where she felt she belonged... for a few short months before she finally did crash and pass away..i think she found a little more peace and comfort then she had ever found before.
at least i truly hope that she did.


I saw a broken and hopeless animal at Saints once. It was Shilo the cat. I will never forget that. She had a broken spirit and it was very sad.

Carol Ann

way to go pixie--let them know you are there--and you may be tiny but you are still a dog. Love that little pixie.


I came upon this recently and it made me think of you... it's from Emily Dickenson.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strongest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.