Saturday, February 28, 2009

About two years ago I visited an animal shelter for the very first time in my life. I remember feeling very uncomfortable. I didn't know what to expect. What kind of animals would be there? Would I feel overwhelmingly sad and break down crying? Would I find it impossible to leave without wanting to adopt every animal there?

Yes, I did have those feelings. There was a tight, twisty feeling in my stomach and a heavy sadness inside. But walking up to each cage and stopping, even for just a short time, to talk with the animals... well... it felt good. I could tell they appreciated it because they'd come up to the bars, seeking my face or hands, tail wagging... and even if it was just a few moments, and merely a handful of kind words, it was something small and reassuring... just a tiny piece of love.

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