At the Animal Aid Rescue in the room where I met Ivy, there were three other cats. One was a black male cat that kept running in circles.
They told me that he has a neurological problem. He thinks he’s walking straight, but he’s actually running around in circles.
Will someone adopt the cat with special needs?
And then there are the not so lucky animals that are living in alleys and waiting for scraps of food to appear. They hover behind dumpsters and in every nook and cranny for warmth.
There will never be enough good people to adopt these animals.
And then there are the senior pets waiting for homes. People are often unwilling to adopt them. Sometimes they have special needs, which makes finding someone to adopt them an even harder task.
There was this 7 year old little black dog where I volunteered at an animal shelter years ago. His name was Pepper. The noise of all the dogs in the back frightened him.
Pepper was so well behaved, but so very afraid. I kept him near me when I was there. I took him around to hospitals to visit patients to show off his sweet nature, but no one was interested in adopting him.
It broke my heart to leave him at night, knowing he would probably hunker down in his cage and try to block out the noise. So of course I adopted him, even though I already had four pets at home.
I was raised around lots of animals. Dogs and cats and chickens. I remember we had one cat named Smokey who didn’t have all of one ear. I grew up around outcasts that probably no one else wanted.
I understood that feeling.
It is tough to thrive in a world when you know you are at the mercy of people who may feel sorry for you and take you in, though it is not an optimal choice for them to make.
You grow up always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
It isn’t just animals or unwanted children. There are the disenfranchised. The people you see on the exits of highways holding a sign that says they are hungry and have no place to go.
How is it in this wealthy country that so many people sleep in doorways? That the veterans who fought for this country have fallen through the cracks of the system, are often suffering from PTSD, and end up living on the street?
It is often a very sad world, isn’t it?
My sister Marietta, who I still have yet to meet, is disabled with MS. She’s on a very fixed income, but has a big heart when it comes to animals.
She too knows what it is to feel unwanted.
Marietta often picks up dogs or cats and takes them to be neutered so they will not produce even more puppies or kittens that will not have a home.
My sister never married or had children. And I can’t blame her after the convoluted background we came from.
She was taken from our mother and adopted, but not to good people. That’s another story altogether that you can read about here.
So these unwanted pets are her family. Oh, and me now, though we’ve never laid eyes on one another.
Well, here are my babies today. Unless something happens to me, they will always have a life of comfort and love.
I don’t know why Ivy has her head hidden. I guess she likes the softness of the fabric.
Here is Ivy in the bathtub looking like she’s dreaming up trouble to get into. Just look at those eyes. They are full of mischief.
Charlie perches on the arm of the couch and watches Ivy’s boundless energy. He is getting a little friskier watching her play, and that is so good to see.
Here is Ivy with the gourd or pumpkin stem she found last week. It is one of her treasures. She bats it around my vinyl floors like she’s playing hockey.
Here’s Ivy on the living room floor. I am certain that she is contemplating another scheme or escapade.
She is a blur of movement until she finally gets tired and takes a nap.
I know all of you are pet lovers. Many of you have pets and take very good care of them. And it makes my heart fill with gratitude knowing that.