I know I annoy people for having a passion for helping animals in shelters. I hear from friends how they or friend of theirs get pets from neighbors, friends of friends, or from a breeder when at the same time they are costing an animal inside a shelter their life. Yes, my first kitten Precious was from a friend who was eager to get rid of her kittens. She selected me before the cat even got pregnant b/c for years I wanted a cat like my sister, but didn't think I could afford it. Then Precious was dropped on my lap. My cat Frodo came from a shelter as I refused to have a kitten forced on me again.
But my passion is not shared by others who like living in their little world of house, spouse, kids, pets, and friends to ignore the world around them. I know it is my fault for caring too much. I have no house, no spouse, no kids, nor any friends to occupy my time so my pets and my novels become my hobby. My cats are so lucky to be someone who adores them, takes care of them, and would discard any person who told me to get rid of them. Animals are not decorations in my home. Sure, when I lost my job I thought of taking them to a shelter and pray they are not killed from being afraid of people (hey, you get rejected by people on our walks and you would be hestitant approaching them too). But, if I actually did that it would be giving up all hope the happy times will come back and I would be jumping off a bridge shortly after. I would never let them starve in an empty home.
I know I'm a sad story who feels so powerless and advocating for shelter animals is the only power I can find in powerless life.
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