That's what I felt this morning as I pulled back up at home at 5:30 a.m., yet finishing another morning of feeding 70+ cats in the Beechwood section of Rochester. All 18 or so locations that I drive to each and every day. I'll bet not all of us feel that feeling. Its a good feeling. I am sure people who do what I do feel it, and others feel accomplishments in their own right, but I am sure that not everyone feels this feeling. What do you do? Help me. Help them. Come out with me sometime, see what I see. Donate, Volunteer, Adopt, Foster, do something! You will then feel this feeling of satisfaction that you have helped, that you have achieved something, that you have done something for someone or something in need. Its a good feeling.
So sad. FIP is a rare, but killer disease. I had to do this one other time because of it. I hope never to see it again. Regarding comments and calls second guessing the vets and myself, I have a lot of very intelligent friends who know a lot about cats and I always appreciate your opinions. But I will say again, I trust my own judgment and do not do make my decisions lightly. And thats all I will say on that.
On a happier note, Billy and Midget (renamed Penny) were brought to their new home on Friday. And what a beautiful home it is. And what a wonderful family that have. :)
Tomorrow, I need to give a rundown on all the babies out there still, and the ones that are being fostered and need forever homes.
Have a great day.
"We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan..."