Guys, my heart hurts.
Working in rescue has ups and downs, but mostly downs.
This past weekend, it rained pyrs.
First we received a surrender form for a 4 year old, male pyr. As I worked to get an evaluation set up, I received an urgent email about a puppy. A puppy that was getting kicked and beaten by some teenagers. A puppy with injuries to an unknown extent.
The puppy is in foster care, but the 4 year old is still with owners that don’t want him because I can’t find a foster. People always say they want to help, but I can’t find people to step up and actually help. My heart breaks for this dog and I feel completely helpless.
I cry. I cry because I don’t know what to do. I cry because I don’t know how to get people involved. My words can only do so much
I know everyone can’t foster for various reasons. I can’t because of an animal limit where we live. If you can’t foster, transport help is always needed. If you can’t transport, volunteer. Make phone calls. Organize applications.
A rescue can’t survive without volunteers.
Right now I wonder if our rescue is going to survive.
