heartbreak

As most of you know I volunteer with the local animal shelter. Today was the first day I really went into the kennels... they needed a few people to take some pictures for their PetFinder web page. Of course I was up for helping.

When I first got there we talked about who would take which pictures and the best way to organize all the pics and get them back to the person who needed them, etc. Then into the kennels I went.

... I've gotta be honest - I cried my way through most of them, snapping pictures between fencing and tears. I felt so bad for all of those dogs... it was cold and their little feet were wet. Some of them were really skinny. The worst one's were the one's who'd "given up," meaning they didn't even bother to come to the front to greet people anymore. They sat in the back looking hopeless and sad.

It was so hard not to reach out to them... I just wanted to love on them all and let them know it would be ok. But I couldn't for fear of losing it on the spot. I hated to keep them at a distance, but I had to. I desperately wish I knew how to tell them that it wasn't hopeless... that that's why they were there. Someone cared, goddamnit.



I care.