07/30/2025
( 2 yrs ago still holds true) I know we all want our pets to live 18 .19..20+ years but as foster families and trappers we know the awful truth. You get to see the pet store looking animals
The kind with shiny bows and perfect bodies and yes sometimes there are special needs animals that do find special families willing to take on their difficulties, but so many do not get to live to be 18, or 8, or even a few minutes! So it's not always about quantity of life, but QUALITY of life. If that little one you rescue and or foster is only going to be here a few minutes or hours, let it be THE BEST few minutes or hours! Love that baby so hard its suffering will end in one way or another. Fosters care so deeply and some days I feel I'm on auto pilot just to get up, get the traps to vet, get to the next vet, give out meds, clean cages and litter boxes, give baths and cuddles when all the work is done for the day. You worry they are hungry, too hot, too cold, too sick, where the money will come from to save them. You're up all night listening for cries or sneezes. Preparing bottles, sleep two hours, prepare more bottles, repeat. Repeat. Year after year. Today I left one of my fosters alone for MINUTES and heard him screaming. I rushed upstairs to find him seizing n peeing himself. Shaking, coughing up spit. I wanted to comfort him without getting hurt during his seizures. Rushing to make phone calls, trying to explain to vet on phone while running to the waiting car n not being able to hold him in that condition I just kept saying I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU... Hes been vaccinated, neutered, tested..you name it. He is the perfect cuddle bug n was waiting for his turn to get adopted. Now I'm waiting for him. For news. It could be he has diabetes. Is it? What will that mean for him ( adoption wise)? I'm sick with worry. I feel helpless. I wish I was at vet holding him. I love you I love you I love you... Update...I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU RIP FELIX ( could have been a clot, diabetes, dunno. He was fine. He was playing. He was enjoying life, safe off the street, waiting to get adopted. And then ... Grand mal seizure. And, He was gone. Love them while you have them!)