I love animals. Do you? Well, I love most. Some gross me out. But, I still feel that instinct to protect them, like I would a child. Sure, if I’m getting chased by a tiger, I’m not going to be as worried about it spraining it’s ankle on the rocky terrain (specific description of environment due to recurring dream – maybe I should look into that?) as I am about it catching and eating me. But, to save one’s life in an emergency situation, I think I could probably give any dog that belongs to me mouth to mouth. Because I know where that dog’s mouth has been. Not good places, but the knowing makes it better. I’m very aware I will have to gargle with bleach afterwards.
So then there’s the very real, doable ways to save animal lives. I’m sure most of us remember watching the Price Is Right and hearing Bob Barker reminding everyone to have their pets spayed or neutered. Awesome start. But, there is an overabundance of dogs and cats in shelters as a result, mainly, I think – but, I’m no expert, of this not being done. There are enough that many have to be killed every day because there is just no room. Hmmm. So, thinking every little bit helps, if you read Our Better Best Friends, you know that I at one time had 4 dogs – 2 from shelters, 1 from a rescue, and 1 straight off of the street. You may remember this is also what has us at a standstill getting our next dog. I want to rescue, we are trying to be specific about a breed and age due to such little ones in the house, so for now we’re stuck.
Then there are the people who go bigger, above and beyond, in my opinion. These are the people who will foster an animal, usually pulled from a shelter by a rescue group, many times right before their death. They take care of these dogs and cats until a permanent home can be found. My thought has always been that these are the people who really save the most animal lives. But, even before I had kids, I never thought I could have it in me to do this. The fear of just becoming attached to every one and not being able to let it go ( I believe this is called a foster fail when you end up adopting one of your fosters as your own). It takes a special kind of person to be able to do this, and I just had to find out what it is that they can see or feel differently than I do, to be able to do this. I thought if I shared a real story of a foster, their view, what is involved, maybe some of you out there who thought you could never do it either, see it in a new way and may be inspired to take it on. I put word out to the people I know who I thought were, or had been at one time, fosters. Tracy responded, and here is what she had to say:
Reggie the Puppy from Hell
So what do you think? Have you ever considered fostering an animal? If you think after reading this you might be, there are many local rescues. I can even point you in the direction. If you think you’re interested, but not into smaller animals, there’s this giant orange and black striped cat with big teeth that I wouldn’t mind having chase somebody else for a night.