I have been going through a tough time since last year, concerning my Mother. It is the usual family thing, how everything gets magnified and turned upside down when a parent has gtrown elderly and needs care. I did not do as much foster in the past few years but now I am taking up the slack and moving forward. My Mom is living with my sister, and although that frees me (She always lived 15 minutes from me) the change is difficult and the family things seems to have been exploded, the way we expolde a photo on computer to print out a larger copy. Everything is magnified. The good the bad and the ugly.
So when I took a little foster I had been keeping to the rescue place (a different affiliation from here) I guess it ''got me'' . All the feelings of loss came flooding back to me. But this time, instead of my Mom, I found myself feeling so sad over the many dogs who need us and the terrible cruelties of the human race. How do you all manage to go forward, knowing that each life we save is but a drop in the sea of needy dogs?
I have always told myself: it's only one dog at a time, but it is everything, to that one. and all the adages we have come up with, to reply to those who do not share our love of all creatures. But for some reason, I am lingering in that terrible place of ''It will never be enough." It is not a happy place to be. I am about to groom my oddly girl and that always cheers me. I love grooming my dogs. Maybe my girlies will have a bit of wisdom to lighten my mood today. (Don't they always?) When no one else in my life ''knows'', my dogs know. KWIM?