This face

It has been a long week.  Hell, it has been a long two years.  Truth be told, the 50 years of my life has been long.  I have no idea how I am still here, getting up each day, doing what I do.  But this past week, I had a moment where I was reminded very strongly about the current "why."

I wish I could dedicate my whole life to the animal rescue world, but that is not feasible for me.  Instead, I spend only a portion of each month driving transport vehicles to spay/neuter clinics, so cats can be fixed, to help lessen the number of stray and feral cats who are suffering. 

This week was not easy.  I am in a rather difficult place, emotionally, right now, which means I am not handling all of life's challenges as well as I should be.  I had one moment this past week, though, that helped me stay on track, kept me from crumbling completely into the million pieces my heart has been reduced to recently.  Late Wednesday, I sat down next to a crate holding 5 tiny kittens.  These babies were found all alone, and are now being bottle-fed and cared for by a loving human.  The 5 of them all looked up at me, with such precious faces, but the one in the middle could not see me well, because its eyes were crusted and mucky from the effects of URI (Upper Respiratory Infection).  That kitten caught the broken pieces of my heart. 

I took a few pictures of these kittens, to keep on my phone so I have a tangible reminder of why I have committed myself to helping fight the plight of homeless animals.  The picture I share here is not good quality, but that tiny little face is the reason I do what I do, regardless of anything else going on in or around me.  That face is why I will continue to encourage everyone to spay or neuter their pets.  That face is why I will do my best to remain a part of the animal rescue world for as long as I am able.