I was a week overdue for some morning sun and found myself at the grocery store pond again. It’s where I leave everything behind, relax, and reflect. The frigid air made my eyes water and fingers numb but I didn’t mind it.
World, national, and local news has been on my mind too often and my effort to ignore it or to take it all in stride is worthless. Bad news has been relentless, like annoying swarms of gnats that won’t go away. And the feeling of powerlessness is frightening.
Gosh, the hardships... I hear you. Yes, no one needs a reminder.
Great Blue won’t get away from me so easily when I’m determined. I drove around the pond and found that heron in a picture-perfect spot facing the rising sun.
I found a path near the water’s edge. Glorious, ey?
And while I feel immensely sympathetic to those who are losing retirement income, jobs, and homes, I saw a segment on local news and Good Morning America this week that cut me like a knife.
Across the country, animal shelters are filling up with dogs and cats that can no longer be cared for by their owners due to economic hardships. Family pets. Yes indeed, times are tough. And I also realize too many Americans have disposable lifestyles but loading Fido into the back of the car and dropping him off at a shelter is the most selfish act of all. It doesn’t matter how much the pet was loved or not loved. The fact is, it had a home. What kind of person can walk way from an innocent animal, a member of the family, and leave it to cower in a wire cage with an undetermined fate? Sorry, but I’d need to physically shake and slap the owners – who don’t even deserve the joy a pet offers. Is there no compassion, man?
For you, Chloe and Bella, we’d share our Cheerios if it were all we could afford for dinner. We would sell my nicest bling for your heartworm meds and distemper shots.
Oh, the horrid thought of giving up the girls is enough to make me sick.