A Rescuer's poem

I am an Animal Rescuer
My job is to assist God's creatures
I was born with the drive to fulfill their needs
I take in helpless, unwanted, homeless creatures without planning or selection
I have bought cat food with my last dime
I have patted a matted and dirty cat with my bare hand
I have hugged someone feral and afraid
I have fallen in love a thousand times
And I have cried into the fur of a lifeless body too many times to count
I have animal friends and friends who have animal friends
I don't often use the word "pet"
I notice those lost at the road side
And my heart aches
I will hand raise a field mouse
And make friends with a vulture
I know of no creature unworthy of my time
I want to live forever if there aren't any animals in Heaven
But I believe there are
Why would God make something so perfect and leave it behind
Some may think we are master of the animals
But the animals have mastered themselves
Something people still haven't learned
War and abuse make me hurt for the world
But a rescue that makes the news gives me hope for mankind
We are a quiet but determined army
And we are making a difference every day
There is nothing more necessary than warming an orphan
Nothing more rewarding than saving a life
No higher recognition than watching them thrive
There is no greater joy than seeing a baby play
who only days ago, was too weak to eat
By the love of those who I've been privileged to rescue
I have been rescued
I know what true unconditional love really is
for I've seen it shining in the eyes of so many
Grateful for so little
I am an Animal Rescuer
My work is never done
My home is never quiet
My wallet is always empty
But my heart is always full
------Author Unknown

some of my zoobabies

some of my zoobabies

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Empty handed but money in my pocket

The furball was short on food. The poutine was good but the lines were long and the fries always ran out just before you got to the head of the line. For what we paid for the tickets, there was not a whole lot of food. But the entertainment was good, the band played really well, especially Bob Seger. There were alot of items to bid for, at the last minute I took my name off all that I put down for, and bid on the Dyson. But I was outbid. Oh well. I will keep my eye out for a good sale on a Dyson. It's a really good vacuum cleaner and is bagless. The best kind of vacuum cleaner is the bagless kind, I have learned that the hard way.

But I didn't come home completely emptyhanded. I bought some grab bags and stashed the catnip but the kitties found it and it is all gone. My kitties sure are smart and can smell catnip a mile away.

Tomorrow I got to shop for cleaning supplies and wash this place once and for all. My hives are nearly gone so I think I should be good for some sweat and toil. As long as we do not get another 5 centimetres of snow and they cleared the sidewalks.

Meow for now....

1 comment:

Kat's Kats said...

I understand about the bagless vacuums! I'm on my third one now. Pity about the Dyson and I can't say that I'm surprised about the catnip!! We keep ours in a [thank you for the help Star] tupperware container. I do the same with the kitty treats. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Kitty Horde comes running whenever one of the plastic containers opens but usually leave them alone.

Star is my only true exception. But then he's my 'bad boy' (explaining why Gray Cat is based on him!) who likes to open the closet, open doors, take things out of drawers, and help me write my blog & draw cats. Fortunately he's decided to stop for a minute and watch the news.