I used to have a lot more time on PT but at work now I share an office with 2 others. It's only after they go home that I sneak a peak some days....well more than a peak.
For the past couple of days I have been mesmerized by your stories and your caring and loving heart. The one that ripped me apart the most is Lola Belle. I mistakenly read that one this morning before getting ready for work and I cried in the shower and cried all the way to work. I know there was a happy outcome but to think of that poor girl all rolled up in the back.....oh dear, here comes the LES again (good thing I'm alone now...)
It truly amazes me how animals can go through so much abuse then turn around and love someone so unconditionally the next day. Bless you for taking in these foresaken and lost souls......yes, I believe that pets have souls but that's for a Dog House discussion which I won't get into.
I'm in love with every one of your furbabies, here and at the RB!!! If only they knew how many of us around the world are sharing your stories and our emotions.
Finally, I'm convinced that things happen for a reason and you were meant to be in that hospital at that time. I'm so happy that you are with us today. Going through something like that makes you "think" and sometimes it changes your outlook on life and your priorities. I know......I have lung cancer but I'm doing good after my surgery.
Thank you so much sharing your world with us. Like the others, I await the next chapter.
Last edited by slick; 08-12-2008 at 09:03 PM.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.