i really do hate any kind of conflict and hate making other people's lives difficult..but there does reach a point when we all make choices to act or not to act, to respond or not to respond, to accept or not to accept..to confront or to just let walk away...and i am sorry, i just couldn't responsibly let $3300 donated/fundraised dollars simply walk away without protesting the loss...that money was given to help our animals..
so there you go...another hassle, another freaking headache that should have nothing to do with rescuing animals...but sadly it does.
so last night i spent time doing the things that i like best...like rubbing jelly's belly (she was very upset by her trip to the city adventure yesterday...jelly does not have an adventuring bone in her body.) i stood and watched pinky snuggling and sleeping tucked into manny's side. i don't know why it gives me such pleasure to see a 5 pound crippled daxi, cuddled so closely with a 100 pound also crippled guy. i took a few moments to hold fergus close and rub my hands along his getting too thin sides...i know his life is getting closer to the end. i took some time to apologise to oliver for upping his insulin pokes back up to twice a day and i watched him carefully til i went to bed to make sure he didn't go hypoglycemic again. the bed buddies and i peacefully and quietly got to watch american idol...tina was too tired for screaming at fergus after her city adventure today. and i was warmly wedged in place by three lovely messed up daxi's, joey, jerry, and peluchi...plus all of the other bed buddy crew.
this is what i do well...making homeless, unwanted and messed up animals feel like someone really cares. i don't do the other stuff well..the hassles, the headaches, the boggles the brains shit...i can't even wrap my head around how that stuff even happens. i don't understand how caring for animals has to turn into conflict at all.
i have a job to do here and i honestly try to do it the very best that i can...don't the people who we are currently in conflict with have a job to do too? is that not why we trusted and paid them?
jenn... i love that photo of griffin the best...undeneath all of his drama, all of his angst...there shines his innocent goodness..kind of like rescue i guess.
sigh...and i better get ready for work...my days off (?) are over again.