How many times do I have to see a stray animal before I can't take it anymore?! Some people might not care about this at all, but I'm one of the biggest animal lovers you'll meet and it seriously puts me in the worst mood after witnessing this crap. It's 15° here with a wind chill of -10. Without exaggeration, I see probably at least 1-2 cats on a weekly basis. Last week, it was a stray and a dead cat all in the same day.
This has happened more frequently in the last several years and my boyfriend says I just have really bad timing. Really though? How much bad timing can one person have. We had left for Target and I had JUST said how sad it makes me to think about homeless animals and people in this cold weather. 45 minutes later when pulling into our apartment parking lot, a cat darts in front of my car and down the road. Not to sound BSC, but I'm at the point where I feel like it has some deeper meaning for as often as I've been seeing this. I'm very close to considering quitting my job as an RN to persue work in animal rescue. Maybe I can just volunteer. I do my best to help when I can, but most of the time they're too scared and run off. The more skiddish ones are most likely feral and had been born outside, so it makes it more difficult. Often times, shelters won't take them in anyway, because they aren't usually able to be socialized.
Idk. I'm sorry for the depressing post on a Saturday night. My BF doesn't love to hear me rant about it, probably because it just makes him sad too. The first thing I'd do if I ever won the lottery is build an animal shelter. Too bad I don't actually play; maybe I should start.
