Our lives are
a large collection of single days one right after the other. The sun rises, the
sun sets, and it rises again. And in the end, the lives we chose to live will
be determined by how we choose to spend each day.
Unfortunately, I embraced very
little in my younger days. I survived each new day, but made little effort to make the
most of it. Instead, they just came and went… and many were wasted.
But over the past few years, my views have changed. I ‘ve
started to view each day as an important gift. I try to embrace each one
individually and discover the potential it holds. After all, some may get more
days than others, but each of us have been given this one. And we ought to
be making the most of it.
Every day, we go through
the motions of living. We wake, we brush our teeth, we have something to
nourish our bodies, if we are lucky enough we have a job that keeps us busy on
workdays, and then we go to sleep. And we get up, each day, and do those things
all over again.
Every
day, for me, I do all those things, but also drive to the Beechwood
neighborhood to feed a lot of cats. And I mean a LOT of cats. I go
to 19 different stops to get out of my car, and walk to a shelter I've set up
for a colony of cats that 'reside' there. And at every single one of
those 19 places, I am always expect the worst when I arrive. Did the City
remove my shelters from the vacant lots, did the City remove my shelters from
the abandoned houses that are now being paid attention to? Did someone
buy this house and are now fixing it up? I have felt dread at each of my
spots every single morning since I've been doing this.
Because
its taking away an innocent animal's safety and security. Their only
home. They have enough problems with predators, fleas, mites, lice,
pregnancies, fights with other cats, the weather, cars, and not enough to
eat. How can we remove their shelters? But it happens over and over
again on my route. Not today, but the day is coming. And I just
dread my journey to help them, daily. Fear of the unknown. Today
its raining, and if their shelters were removed, I would have to scramble and
place their food in the rain, find a spot under a tree. Grab a piece of wood in
the back of car and try to lean it against something to place the food under it
to keep it from getting wet.
This
is what I do every single day, on top of all the other things we do as
humans. Today I go to Walmart to purchase another $100+ worth of food to
last another four days - what is donated is just not enough.
I
want to open a shelter here in the city to house my stuff, to have volunteers
come and help me, to have a part-time veterinarian to help with the medical
needs for the cats I would bring them to here. I want a safe spot,
SOMEWHERE! for these poor animals! That's my dream. I'm
always dreaming.
.
No sight of Chewy/Fiona,
no sight of Sammy. I just know they will show up somewhere, the waiting
is the hard part
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SAMMY as a little boy |
I still need to get an
update and pics from foster mom Carol, who is busier than ever with her
business, on Parsley, Hermie and Buffy. I have been neglectful for going
myself to see them. And I still don't have a camera or new phone to take
a picture with. But I'm working on it. Buffy will go in for spay
when her babies are done. Same day. Wonder if they will recognize
each other, or even see each other! At some point, Buffy, Parsley and
Hermie need to find a loving home. Someone with a big heart who will give
them time and patience and let them come around on their own terms. You
will never receive love like that when the do.
ON THE BRIGHT SIDE!
Do you all remember the kittens from last year, particularly
TEDDY?
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TEDDY is on the right! |
Well get a load of
Teddy now! With his canine sibling pal! Click on link below! :)
https://www.facebook.com/elizabeth.buscemipainter/videos/10216369044161836/
That's all I have
today.
Please consider adoption!
"Find time each day to feed
your soul by embracing gratitude, laughter, hope, and faith."