Volunteering at a high kill shelter means experiencing heartbreak on a regular basis. Well today my heart is the heaviest its been since I started volunteering. Charcoal was the first dog I fell in love with when I first started volunteering. She was a sweet and gentle little soul who wanted nothing more than to be loved and to be a part of a real family. A family who would treat her as a true member of it, not a disposable piece of furniture. She deserved every ounce of love there was to give but instead she ended up with people who did not appreciate the wonderful dog she was, not once but twice. My efforts to save her this time around were only trumped by timing and the shelter being so full. Timing is of the essence at kill shelters and this was painfully obvious today as I searched every kennel for her to get her out one more time before, I thought, she would be going to a foster home. It was too late. She was already gone. This one hurts like hell and every tear I shed today, and continue to shed as the shitty day come to an end, I hope she knows they are all for her and that I did everything I possibly could to get her the life she deserved. My efforts were in vain due to there being too many unwanted animals being dumped at the shelter and too many heartless, irresponsible humans. Those busting their ass to save these dogs are outnumbered all too often. The humans who adopted her did not deserve her and now she is gone because of them. I hope karma pays them a visit. I am so sorry I couldnt save you baby girl but know that your mark was left on me. Run free.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 01:31:24 +0000
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