Sometimes it Just isn't Fair

My first post was full of happiness where my new life of hope and wonder was taking me. However, life reminds us just how cruel she can be. Not everything can be all Disney™ and roses. When you try and help animals in shelters and the stress rises you wonder why you do it. I do not know these dogs or cats or animals, but yet, I love them. As I share their stories, their lives, I pet my two dogs, so thankful they never have to know whether that meal or that treat, that night, is their last.


Sometimes, I do not find a life I could have saved until I look through the pets that didn't make section. I also see the pets that I advocated for, that I shared, that I hoped for, and sometimes even tried to help, there. I reread their story, their life and remember that some of them once knew love, knew hugs, knew kisses and a good meal.


However, not all of them are as lucky. Some are strays, living their life the only way they knew, how to survive. Some were abused, neglected, or chained their whole life. But the saddest cases are the ones that weren't around long enough to understand just what love is.


On their rest in peace page, they had no names. I named them Jake and Bobby. Nobody should ever die without a name. They were babies. Their description on age said young, but their eyes were still blue. They had been on this earth maybe no longer then a month when their lives were taken due to having no space at the shelter. I didn't see them when I did my sharing, and I know there is tons of animals posted daily, and yet, I still feel like I failed them.


Before I sleep tonight, I will finish crying and remember their faces. I will never forget them, Jake and Bobby. 

Little Jake, little Bobby, rest in peace and play to your hearts content at Rainbow Bridge.

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This will go through Nov 10 then the money collected will go to Free Spirit Siberian Rescue.

Like a Puzzle

I've been thinking of doing a blog for a long time, but, I never knew what to write. Not until I started something new with my life. It isn't a new job, though I might get one and do two. It's not a change of house and home or family. This new thing came from something I already own and use, a lot.


I've always loved animals, but sometimes barely affording to pay my internet was an issue. And helping animals as everybody knows is hard on the pocketbook. Then I found out, while money is nice and helps, sometimes just talking to others works too. And when I learned that, everything just fell into place.


While people can share photos of dogs, cats, rabbits, horses, or whatever animal it is that needs our help we can do more. People find a spark that drives them, and I remember the moment I found mine. I will admit, since I own a husky and pitty mix, I am a little biased. Granted, I love them all and if I could save them all, I would. However, let me tell you my little story.


I do the whole sharing pictures of animals so they can gain exposure with the use of social networking. I do it everyday and cross my fingers that the ones I post get pardoned and have a second chance at life. Well, I came home from work and loaded up facebook, went to pet pardons and saw the most beautiful husky that was scheduled to be put down in four days. And that was when it hit me, maybe, maybe I can do more. I know it wouldn't be fair to ask a rescue group to just take a dog without any money, but I would cross that road when I came to it.


I started searching the web for Husky rescues and came across a few. And after seeing a video on the Free Spirit Husky Rescue site, I knew, just knew they could help. I didn't know what I was doing, so I sent an e-mail, then called. After no answer it hit me, they are on facebook and more then likely, they post everyday. So, after I found them I posted Kenzie's picture. I didn't get a response from anybody, no likes, no comments. I was worried that I had failed her. I also posted a pure white Husky as well, named Sammy. I would keep the pages up and refresh daily and watch the numbers in the box tick down.


After I woke up the day after it hit one, I didn't refresh the page, mostly afraid of what it would say for both of the dogs. So, I checked my e-mail and lone and behold I got two messages from Pet Pardons. Kenzie and Sammy were pardoned. I rarely cry, and when I do, it's usually tears of sadness and regret. This day was the first day in my whole life that I cried tears of joy. And when I saw the name of the rescue that pulled out Kenzie I was in shock. Kenzie was pulled by Free Spirit. So, I went to their page and on their photo album was a picture of her. Sammy was taken by All Creature Rescue, however, all that mattered to me was, he was also safe.


From that day forward and still continuing, I take two out of the five I share and give it my all. If I didn't have to work, I would give my full attention to all of them. Reality hates me sometimes. Maybe one day, I'll be able to juggle three or four, but it gets stressful. Maybe one day I'll get to meet at least one of the animals I saved, but until then I'm quite content just knowing that their next meal will not be their last. 


My mother always says, "You can't save them all." Nowadays there is only one way I respond, "That doesn't mean I won't try."