April 11, 2010
HOW TO SAVE A LIFE
I expressed some of this to an old friend of mine, with whom I’d recently reconnected on Facebook, and she began referring me to all kinds of rescues, adoptions—any and every opportunity to get involved. We already have one dog (our beloved first daughter, Sydney!) rescued six years ago and, in addition to looking for another adoptable, I wanted to volunteer or help in some other way. Well, on Friday my friend sent me a video clip of two dogs who were on the kill list—if nobody agreed to take them in, at least temporarily, they would die. Without even hesitating, I contacted the rescue group and offered to be a foster. Sadly, one of the dogs had already been put to sleep, but the second one was still there. Everybody moved quickly and by that evening, we had a new dog, Ellie Mae (a.k.a. "Betty Spaghetti"), in our care.
I have to say, I'd been feeling so low on energy, motivation and happiness that day—but as soon as I made the call and set the wheels in motion to save this dog’s life, my whole mood lifted. Talk about a sense of purpose! And even though she was a bit smelly, MUCH bigger than I expected, and there were some issues to work out—like some tension between her and Sydney and my son Jack—all was resolved quickly and soon we were talking about adopting her. In fact, it’s only been nine days and she’s become a part of our family. Although we might not adopt her (for a variety of reasons), there is that chance we will. Either way, every time I look into those big brown eyes and see her resting comfortably in our safe, warm house—alive—I know this choice to get involved was worth it…not just for my own selfish reasons, but for Ellie Mae too. If you have any interest in getting involved yourself, please email me and I'll be happy to offer any thoughts or advice I can.
* Incidentally, my husband got a job. He starts this week!