It never ceases to amaze me when seemingly small events change our entire lives.
Several years ago, an enormous oak tree fell on our house. My husband and I spent nearly every weekend for months cutting up the wood from that tree. I know I did more than a little grumbling about that “stupid tree”. But today I could not be more grateful for that so-called catastrophe… because under the rubble, I found my passion.
Stupid Tree On House
It was an ordinary Sunday afternoon when we heard the cry of four tiny kittens nesting under the branches. Unable to locate their Mama, I took them in, bottle fed them, and found each of them a forever home. When they left, the house felt empty. And that is where my journey began.
I soon sought out other kittens that needed a foster mom, and that naturally led into finding dogs that needed foster care as well. Pretty soon, the house (and my life) no longer belonged to me, but to the animals. And for the first time ever, I understood my purpose.
Two of Those First Kittens
After years of working with animals as a hobby, I was blessed to find a position with the Forsyth Humane Society. Now, I can truly say that I eat, sleep and breathe in order to help needy animals. Engrossing myself in this lifestyle is exhausting and exhilarating at the same time. Amazing things happen around us all the time - and I get to see them over and over again.
My mission with this blog is:
- to remind myself of how good (and bad) people can be;
- to share my adventures with you;
- to increase awareness of what is happening right next door;
- and, to ask for your support for the Forsyth Humane Society. Because without you, we do not exist.
Thank you for joining me on this journey.
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