Sitting here watching the game in quarantine again. As some of you know I've recently taken a Pittie mastiff mix in on rescue. I normally take in farm animals and as I posted elsewhere I recently lost my goat herds oldest resident. That hit very hard.
My rescues are typically farm animals but I took Phoenix in at the request of a detective from a small town police department the next county over. My grandmother who was part Cherokee and very spiritual once told me in indigenous peoples way of thinking when something is dying it is preparing for something else to take it's place. My goat that recently passed we had named grandma because she was the grandmother and great grandmother to many of the goats on this farm when we took it over. She passed roughly one week after I took in this rescue, and just after I identified a forever family for Phoenix. I feel my goat Grandma, and my grandmother at work tonight and that has me a little in my feels.
I apologize for the distraction but in a weird way my interactions with many of you here make me feel normal in a world where interactions with people in real time are a challenge for me, to the point I avoid them if at all possible.
Please support your local rescues, volunteer if you can, donate money if you can. Everything you do saves and improves lives!