I’m into self torture.
Every week I scout the petfinder pages of the Clarksville Animal Control and run my heart thru the shredder, wondering how many of those new fuzzy faces will escape and how many will be forced over the Rainbow Bridge because no one wanted them.
I had been posting these lost souls individually, over and over and over and over on my Face Book page. But there have gotten to be so many animals at the pound that I can’t manage a personal write up for each one anymore. So I have taken to a quickie method of posting the actual link so that the casually curious can go in and scout out their own new best friend.
No matter how they get posted, I live in the fantasy of hoping that SOMEONE will see the dog or cat of their dreams and run down there to save them.
By God’s grace—sometimes fantasy becomes reality.
Little Keno had been at Animal Control for a while, and his time was slowly but surely running out. Cute as a button and sweeter than honey dew, this little guy was continuously overlooked by adopters and rescues, and it wasn’t looking like he would make it.
I pounded Facebook into the ground with his little face. I wrote some of my best mushy, heart breaking comments under them. But still, little Keno sat watching the clock.
But then, I received an email from Lori, a fellow animal warrior and work colleague,saying that she and her hubby just couldn’t take it anymore and they had decided to adopt Keno.
Lori drove to Clarksville and saved that little soul, renaming him Jack, and setting him on the road to a place where most pets of the true and the brave animal owners end up: SPOILED ROTTEN TOWN.
Keno was saved, and I thanked God for the miracle.
But though I was overjoyed that Keno was saved, there were many others who were just as lovable—just as deserving—that didn’t make it.
I try not to question God’s will—but when I know that a innocent, living things heart has stopped beating, it’s hard not to buckle.
But I have to hold onto the victories, remember the miracles, and keep on posting those faces, and writing these blogs, and emailing rescues and possible adopters, and asking people to consider fostering and whatever else I can do that might pull ANOTHER victory in favor of another life being saved.
And I can look at little Keno, and thank God for people like Lori, and keep on trucking.
Love your blog. I struggle with the same thing. Thinking of precious baby animals that never know love in their life just crushes me. However, I really truly believe (so does C.S. Lewis & Randy Alcorn) that dogs are gonna be in heaven. So while the thought of a pup being put to sleep breaks my heart into a million pieces, I remind myself that they are in a much better place.
ReplyDeleteHi Casey! Thanks for reading and for caring about the animals.
ReplyDeleteWill Rogers once said, 'If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.'
It's a shame that the streets of Glory have so many paws running on them because we couldn't save them. But I always tell God that when my time comes, he can direct all the ones who died homeless to my place. It helps dull the pain abit.
B