Street art by Norway’s Skurktur
You know that feeling when you HAVE to do something? You can’t look away. You can’t pretend it doesn’t exist. You can’t sit back and hope someone else does something about it.
That’s me and that’s the last couple of weeks I’ve had. I haven’t been writing much, which I’m good with as I don’t feel obligated. I only write when I feel like it and decided to not worry about it. It is what it is and is a fun hobby.
What I’m talking about is saving lives.
Actual lives and in this case, the life of a pit bull. Zeus is his name and because of a few of us, he is alive today.
Yesterday was his kill date. I’ll not go into the details of how he arrived on death row. Suffice it to say the people who cared for him had thought he had found his forever home with his sister.
The woman kept the female and dumped Zeus off at a kill shelter. A kill shelter where pit bulls have no more than 7 days before they are put down.
They were fooled. It happens but nothing excuses what the woman did.
I caught wind of the situation via Google Plus and got involved. I figured “I’ll just share this post and will have done my work for this dog,” but that was not to be the case.
I heard what happened. I couldn’t let it go. I know millions of dogs are euthanized every year. I try to not know this, but I do. I can’t even go near a shelter. I fall apart every time.
Several of us worked very hard for weeks to find someone to go get him. The clock was ticking and we were all doing this via social networks. Zeus was in Utah. We were in California, Florida, Texas and a few other places that I don’t even know.
Every day, my heart raced as we scrambled to find someone. Every night I couldn’t sleep because I was worrying about him. Every day and evening, I would sneak in phone calls at work and stayed up late, calling and sending emails.
We all did this. We coordinated as much as we could. We kept each other going. I kept “chat” open on my phone and desktop, which I never do. I needed to be in constant contact with everyone else.
I pissed off a few men who wanted to go out. I told them “Right now I’m working on an intense deadline. I have until Monday.”
Apparently this was not good enough for some of them. They moved on to “hotter” prospects and I bid them a silent and thankful good-bye.
You want to know me? You want to date me? Well, shit howdy, this is MY life.
I save lives.
It’s not convenient. It’s not much fun at times and is a constant source of stress.
One call was interesting.
“Hey Susan, you want to grab a drink this Saturday?”
“Well, yes, I would love to, but I have to be on my phone the whole time and that’s rude. Once this project is done, then yeah, that might be nice.”
Silence. “You can’t leave your phone alone for a few hours?”
“Yes, normally I can, but I’m trying to help this pit bull and I may have to make a quick call, send an email or take a call…”
“It’s just a dog!”
No. He did not. THEY did not. Yes, more than one person had this attitude.
My heart sank. Them having the possibility of a date with someone (I’m not EVEN going to flatter myself and say it had anything to do with me) was more important than a life.
“Just a dog? Is that what you said?” I could feel steam coming out of my ears. I’m sure it startled Blue, who was suddenly snuggling up to me. Dogs can detect emotion better than anything.
“I mean, yeah, well…”
“Go fuck yourself as you won’t be getting THAT from me!”
God I miss being able to slam down phones.
So there it is. There was my decision.
I gave into the fact that this is who I am. This is what I do.
I often feel like I am in a fox hole with incoming and I’m all by myself. I go to bed alone, sleep alone and wake-up alone.
I’m good with that.
Surrendering to who I am and what I do is the best feeling in the world.
Zeus is home, my bills are paid, my friends and family are alive and I have food in my house.
Today is a good day.