I had a long, long day at work and then went to the local humane society with some blankets and towels I've been saving for them. Then I did a really,really dumb thing. I went over and looked at the available cats/dogs. I bet everyone thought I was nuts because almost every 3rd cat was the same coloring as Dusty and I started choking back the tears. But at some point I realized that all those little souls don't know about my baggage. In fact they might have their own baggage. They just want to be loved and have a warm home. I was happy to see the place so busy and stopped to offer a prayer for every one of them to find a safe/secure home. I guess I'm opening up to the possibility of getting another fur ball when I feel stronger. Still too early, but it's starting to tug at me...so many fur faces with no one to love them back.
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