It started out simple enough. I wanted to help animals in need; animals waiting for adoption at the local shelter. Short on time but wanting to do something, I decided to donate some pet food to my local shelter. I have to be honest… I was a little intimidated by the thought. I have, of course, worked with shelters and rescue animals over the years, and quite frankly, it can be depressing. Too many animals. Too few homes.
I wasn’t sure if I could resist all of those faces in need of a home. We already have many pets and a very busy home life, so I wasn’t exactly looking for another pet to add to the bunch.
Thinking ahead, I decided that my husband would be a good person for this effort. He would donate the food, go about his other errands, and a good deed would be accomplished. I would continue to work on getting more involved. Start with food.
He dropped the food off. No problem. Mission accomplished. Or was it?
Yes, he donated the food. Then he proceeded to tell me about a very sweet dog; tail wagging, calm, looking up so earnestly at him… she was elderly and wouldn’t stand a chance of being adopted.
That was all I needed to hear. We went to the shelter. I was pleasantly surprised by the shelter. Yes, it was still full of pets that needed homes. However, it was very clean, well lit, and the staff seemed genuinely concerned about the animal’s welfare and eventual adoptions. The facility had a large fenced area with grass, trees and a picnic table so that families can meet prospective pets in a more natural environment.
We adopted “Sophie” that day. She was not elderly. She had just lost her last canine baby tooth! But by then we were attached. She was a stray found running the streets, not spayed, and about six months old. Very sweet. Excellent with our small kids. She had that “I’m so grateful” look that rippled all through her body.
The shelter provided so much in return for the small adoption fee: first vaccinations, microchip ID, spay surgery, and various pet food samples and coupons. All that they ask in return is that the animal be returned if the adoption doesn’t work out for any reason. I know that they won’t have to worry in this case!