I recently stumbled upon this poem, and absolutely loved it. The author has written what I have never known how to word. It describes me well, whether that is a good thing or not, I know not, but it's me.
I am an animal rescuer.
My job is to assist God's creatures.
I was born with the drive to fulfill their needs.
I take in helpless, unwanted, homeless creatures without planning or selection,
I have bought dog food with my last dime.
I have patted a mangy head with a bare hand,
I have hugged someone vicious and afraid.
I have fallen in love a thousand times,
And I have cried into the fur of a lifeless body too many times to count.
I have animal friends and friends who have animal friends.
I don't often use the word "pet".
I notice those lost at the road side,
And my heart aches.
I will hand raise a field mouse,
And make friends with a vulture.
I know of no creature unworthy of my time.
I want to live forever if there aren't any animals in Heaven,
But I believe there are.
Why would God make something so perfect and leave it behind?
Some may think we are master of the animals,
But the animals have mastered themselves.
Something people still haven't learned.
War and abuse make me hurt for the world,
But a rescue that makes the news gives me hope for mankind.
We are a quiet but determined army,
And we are making a difference every day.
There is nothing more necessary than warming an orphan,
Nothing more rewarding than saving a life.
No higher recognition than watching them thrive,
There is no greater joy than seeing a baby play,
who only days ago, was too weak to eat.
By the love of those who I've been privileged to rescue,
I have been rescued.
I know what true unconditional love really is,
for I've seen it shining in the eyes of so many,
Grateful for so little.
I am an Animal Rescuer,
My work is never done,
My home is never quiet,
My wallet is always empty,
But my heart is always full .
------Author Unknown
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