Whatever Possesses ....
Whatever might possess a mature, thinking woman to complicate her life beyond balance? I might venture to guess a rescue complex, the overpowering need to help creatures incapable of helping themselves. Given as possessions to humans to treat as they will, mistreat if they will.
This is commonplace enough, that so many people take possession of animals as social companions and then mistreat them. Why should we be surprised, when so many people do the same with children, including their own?
But it goes beyond comprehension to witness a busy professional with a demanding full-time occupation, who must also care for her child as a single mother, gathering about her creatures whom others have denied compassion and a place in their hearts.
She accepts the personal challenge of opening her home to rescue dogs, those that have been abused and neglected, those whom their original owners no longer feel compelled to care for. Well, there are those admirable souls who do that and more for abused and homeless children.
But when is enough deemed to be enough? After each adoption, an admission that no more will follow. Her time is sufficiently scant as it is and the continued need to clean up after, feed, medicate and pay for veterinarian bills takes its heavy toll, as it would on anyone less dedicated to the well-being of helpless animals than she is.
She feels it is her obligation to do what she can for as many as she can accommodate. And it is the sheer quantity of these needy animals that tires me simply thinking about their needs, and the complications their presence represents - let alone providing for them.
Not she. She goes on, taking delight in each one of these creatures, their personalities and singular characteristics, drawing from them pleasure as recompense for her efforts.
That, one supposes, is what possesses her.
This is commonplace enough, that so many people take possession of animals as social companions and then mistreat them. Why should we be surprised, when so many people do the same with children, including their own?
But it goes beyond comprehension to witness a busy professional with a demanding full-time occupation, who must also care for her child as a single mother, gathering about her creatures whom others have denied compassion and a place in their hearts.
She accepts the personal challenge of opening her home to rescue dogs, those that have been abused and neglected, those whom their original owners no longer feel compelled to care for. Well, there are those admirable souls who do that and more for abused and homeless children.
But when is enough deemed to be enough? After each adoption, an admission that no more will follow. Her time is sufficiently scant as it is and the continued need to clean up after, feed, medicate and pay for veterinarian bills takes its heavy toll, as it would on anyone less dedicated to the well-being of helpless animals than she is.
She feels it is her obligation to do what she can for as many as she can accommodate. And it is the sheer quantity of these needy animals that tires me simply thinking about their needs, and the complications their presence represents - let alone providing for them.
Not she. She goes on, taking delight in each one of these creatures, their personalities and singular characteristics, drawing from them pleasure as recompense for her efforts.
That, one supposes, is what possesses her.
Labels: Companions, Realities
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