Last Wednesday night very late, I googled pit bull kill shelters. I have been considering getting another 4 legged companion for Kevie and I. A little lite weight mixed bully girl. I thought I should rescue one from a kill shelter. Well, these heartbreaking images came to my screen, one in particular, an enormous mound of dead bully types inside a kill shelter. That photo is and will forever haunt me. Next day at work, on into the morning, I went searching for my little girl bully ... ended up at NY high kill shelters. There are 3 there. Now I have fallen in love with these dogs. I know their names, which of the 3 places they are located, their antics, I watch videos of these precious babies. I have memorized their ID numbers. I am not sleeping much, up checking to see who made it through their "date to destroy." I've been sitting at work, looking at their status. When I see the word GONE beside one's name, hot burning water falls out of my face and throat feels like it is choking to death on a softball because they did not make it past their destroy date. Not just today, but every day beginning last Thursday. Most of these dogs are less than a year old up to about 2 or 3 years.
I must figure out a way to get a handle on this and a stronger hold on myself. I have been crazy about dogs since I could crawl. I have photos of me still in a diaper sitting in a puppy pile of my grandfather's collie pups - so happy!
Dogs rock and they are the greatest ever. (in my book, anyway) They will never belittle you, betray you, slight you or play games with your head. And will always love you, be happy to see you. That is right.
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