Sheila told me today, we have sold 90 tickets to the gala..my heartfelt thanks to those 90 people.
I wanted to sell all 200..i wanted folks to be breaking down the doors to celebrate and support senior and special needs animals. I wanted to see a sea of 200 faces who loved and cared for shep...for annie...for groot...for raven, for Crosby, for bob, the four cat newbies and 2 broken legs rosie..for our lost red whirling wonder phoebe...a room full of human beings working together for one single night to make sure these old and broken homeless animals are not forsaken and forgotten, that they have a decent and kind place to go to.
I know the point of the evening is actually to raise money to support the work that we do.
but for me, I care less about money and a lot more about not being alone, about knowing I am part of a small (but not too small) mighty army of like minded people who think worn out and neglectfully used, tossed aside animals are beautiful.
misery likes company but senior and special needs animal rescuers... like company too.
I adore these animals, I think they are so amazingly wonderful and this year especially after 11 years of soul bruising 24/7's, I really wanted to see 200 people who think they are amazingly wonderful too.
hope floats that I will.