I actually am in tears reading this. This is what I live now … how can I help each and every pet I pass…sometimes I can’t even get to them and it leaves a knot in my stomach as I think about them for the days to follow. Sometimes I go back out to hunt them down, my husband isn’t always happy, but it’s where my heart takes me and I have to at least try, so he grins and bares it and quite often follows along. I think sometimes I am going crazy because I don’t know where/how this all happened so quickly. I knew I cared, but I didn’t know I cared sooo much! I wish I could help them all, the pets and their people! In most cases, I do know that the pets are truly loved, just as unconditionally as they love in return.
I hope you enjoy this blog as much as I did. Thank you for sharing in our journey. <3
What to Do When You Encounter Homeless People With Pets ~ Shared from Care2.com
A few weeks ago, I was driving out to a distant feral cat colony with the daily meal as the regular caretaker was out of town. The roads in that area are laid out like a pile of sticks, one crossing over the next, and I always seem to lose my way. This time I found myself heading the wrong way and I came upon a plaza with several stores and restaurants. As I drove past, I thought I spotted some people lingering about in the sun with a couple of dogs. I thought this was very odd as the air was in the mid-90s and near the pavement, it was certainly hitting 100 or more.
Though it seemed like a bad idea, especially as I’m wary of approaching strangers when my daughter is with me, I just couldn’t let it go. I began to try and navigate the network of roads and find a way to return to that same spot. It was probably no more than 10 minutes later when I was back where I started and at first I was relieved. I didn’t see them. No dogs. No people. I was halfway through letting out a deep breath when I spotted the group and that familiar feeling of dread crept up on me. I didn’t know exactly what I was going to do, but I pulled the car into the lot and closed my eyes for a second. A quick prayer and I was out of the car, taking my daughter by the hand as we walked over with her asking me lots of questions about why we were going to talk to these people.
The person closest to us on our approach was a young woman, head down between her knees, sitting on the ground. The dogs were laying all around her. I began talking to her and at first she did not lift her face.
“Is she awake?” I wondered…”