My heart breaks as I stand in front of an empty cage
picturing the animal who had previously occupied it, one of many who waited for
their happy ending that never came.
My heart breaks as I pet the dog that already has so
many strikes against him; breed, size, color, age and is still so willing to
give you a chance to be his friend.
My heart breaks as I sit on a kennel floor and reach
out a hand towards an animal that only knows to cringe; waiting for the strike
that must be coming.
My heart breaks as I drive away wishing I could take
every last one home and yet knowing even if I did, the cages would simply fill
again.
... and so before I return again, the pieces of my
heart will shift a little - fall back into a new place - often held together by
resolve and sheer stubbornness.
Because I've learned in rescue ... the answer to How
Many Times can a Heart Break, is as many as it takes.
(Trisha
Torres)
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