Lately, dog rescue is sort of consuming my life. When I'm not fostering, I am donating. When I'm not donating, I am volunteering. When I'm not doing any of those things, I am networking and nagging my friends and family to get involved.
Some have told me (in a very passive-aggressive way) that my posts are annoying. But more people have told me they are helpful and have inspired them to contribute in some way or another. Because of the latter result, I shall continue with my (sometimes excessive) animal involvement and sharing. One life saved makes it worth it.
So, why all of the sudden immersion in the animal realm? It's a little bit complicated. Lately I have began to realize that when I joke about my preference to spend time with animals versus humans, it's not really a joke at all. I find it difficult to form emotional attachments with people. People are scary. Objectifying. Loud. Mean. Full of lies. Full of let-downs. Dogs, well, dogs are the opposite of all of those things.
Dogs are companions, full of love and forgiveness. Voiceless. Defenseless. Playful. Genuine. They need me, and I like to feel needed. They get me, as silly as it sounds. I can see it in their eyes. We want the same things. Love and stability.
As for my issues with people
well, I'm working on that. Those are deeply rooted in some unfortunate events that ensued when I was little. Sometimes do I want to sit in a dark room and cry about the evils of the world or the misfortune of my own life? Yeah. The good news is, the animals keep me busy. No time for feeling pity. They are a crutch for my soul when I'm sorting through things bigger than me
—stuff I do not fully understand but try to every day.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I am off to pick up my little foster furbaby. This is him, by the way. He had surgery today and will need extra snuggles.