What a wonderful, genuine group we have here!
Sharing stories is so good, in so many ways too.
Reminds us all we are not alone. What we do is tough, no question about it. Rescue work in it's self it tough, I have seen far more than I ever could have imagined, the neglect, abandonment, abuse, sicknesses and diseases, horrifying injuries, you name it.
But I think looking at the entire picture I would have to say, the worst is with the ferals. I think for me personally, it might have something to do with the fact that I know first hand, that they are just the same as our comfy house kitties, (thanks to Destiny who gave me such a precious gift in her last few days of life) but are so misunderstood, and how they have to live life, day in and day out, and the awful things that happen to them, the fear, hunger, all of it, hurts my heart so much.
I remember the first time I was at our county shelter, which is high kill, and found myself in what's called their feral cat barn, the last stop before being killed. Looking at those faces, and their eyes, they know what's coming, they can smell it, I'm sure of it.
Every pair of eyes watching you, their last and only hope, that is the worst feeling EVER.
I'm already too emotional with all this to tell Destiny's story now, even though I would so love to. Still a hard one for me.
Love you guys though!!!
Sharing stories is so good, in so many ways too.
Reminds us all we are not alone. What we do is tough, no question about it. Rescue work in it's self it tough, I have seen far more than I ever could have imagined, the neglect, abandonment, abuse, sicknesses and diseases, horrifying injuries, you name it.
But I think looking at the entire picture I would have to say, the worst is with the ferals. I think for me personally, it might have something to do with the fact that I know first hand, that they are just the same as our comfy house kitties, (thanks to Destiny who gave me such a precious gift in her last few days of life) but are so misunderstood, and how they have to live life, day in and day out, and the awful things that happen to them, the fear, hunger, all of it, hurts my heart so much.
I remember the first time I was at our county shelter, which is high kill, and found myself in what's called their feral cat barn, the last stop before being killed. Looking at those faces, and their eyes, they know what's coming, they can smell it, I'm sure of it.
Every pair of eyes watching you, their last and only hope, that is the worst feeling EVER.
I'm already too emotional with all this to tell Destiny's story now, even though I would so love to. Still a hard one for me.
Love you guys though!!!