*a post by the mom
Some mornings, the alarm goes off and you get out of bed, kiss the resident pets, care for the fosters, realize it is a good day and move forward.
Other days, the alarm goes off and you want to - and sometimes do - pull the covers over your head. You lay there, thinking of all the things that have gone badly in the past few days. Sick kittens, ornery people...it gets tiring.
Why do people complain about things without knowing what they are talking about? It gets so hard to listen to people saying "just take one more what's the big deal" when they have obviously never volunteered in rescue. It is hard seeing things on social media like "we hope it works out". How about you DO something besides hope?
You lay there and think about the last group of kittens you offered to foster....they looked fine, acted fine, and within 10 day all of them passed away from something. No idea what. And you struggled for days to try to keep them healthy and alive...and then watched them leave this planet. You know you did your best and offered them safety and love....but that really isn't enough to heal your heart and get you out of bed.
You have the overwhelming urge to just lay there and feel sorry for yourself. Or be angry at the world. Or both....
And then a resident cat sticks a nose under the covers. Maybe trying to comfort you. More likely wondering when the heck you intend to get up and provide breakfast.
You hear kittens banging on a closed door - demanding breakfast and release from their overnight room.
You remember that for every person out there with no respect, there are the people who come in to adopt or make a donation that are happy your organization exists.
And for every kitten that doesn't survive, there are so many more that did and got that opportunity because you chose to open your door and help.
And so you throw back the covers, kiss a cat, release the kittens and start your day. Maybe this will be a good one....maybe not. But there are lives to be saved, adoptions to be done and food dishes to be filled. (plus the job expects you there on time, but that is a whole other thing)
**The last apple kitten, Gala, passed away on 11/5. While I have had the occasional kitten die in my care, this is the first time I have ever lost an entire litter. Every loss is heartbreaking....this was harder. And yet, as harsh as it sounds, life does go on. The nuts still need care and are getting bigger by the day. Tostada and Reno are at an adoption center in a local pet store waiting for their forever families. Nashville is running around the house - being sure to sneeze on me whenever I tell him he needs to get to our adoption center. I will never lie about this - foster can be so very hard some days. And other days, I sit and watch kittens tumble over each other as they play and know that every hard moment is worth it.
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