Happy to be alone and comfortable with people. Live and let
live. That’s me. Often times a misfit in the fast paced world, and even more so
in its mad race towards goals and possessions. Giving with an open heart, often
snubbed and kicked in the face. Day by day, person by person, the motto live
and learn became my byline.
A couple of years ago, the huskies rescued by my sons took
over our homes and hearts, and slowly a new world opened to me. The world of
animals. Till now, it had been non-existent to my sight and consciousness- and
the years of ignorance will forever haunt me. How many injured and distressed
needy souls had I walked past-with unseeing eyes and an uncaring unmindful heart?
As I took baby steps into the world of animals, each
distressed soul tore me apart; each inhuman and often monstrous acts by mankind
left me enraged and helpless. Despair and angst were matched in equal measure
by happy wags and woofs and meows. As each wound heals, and each tucked in tail
begins to wag, realism is slowly replacing idealism.
Dog food, cat feed, skin ointments, maggot sprays and vet
bills replaced the daily trivial irritants that one loves to busy oneself with.
Time spent in inane chatter was replaced by frantic networking to help a soul. Between
running to feed and shelter a newborn litter, and searching for missing souls,
each day took on new meaning and new challenges, till now unknown.
Somewhere between the rage and the despair, the idealism and
reality-somewhere between the woofs and the meows and the oinks, I lost my
mind, but found my soul.
