It’s time
4 months ago
1/31/2006
Sometimes my house is a zoo, literally. I have two dogs, two cats, a toddler, and a significant other...all living under one roof. I've always been one of those people that feels compelled to rescue things, friends, men, and animals. I've learned through my trials and tribulations to stick to the animal rescue part since animals seem much more grateful of my efforts. When I was a kid we lived out in the country and had about 7 acres of land so that afforded me quite a bit of space for my rescue missions. Twice I rescued baby rabbits after my dad mistakenly uncovered there nest while mowing, their mother wouldn't return after that so I took them in. I called a veterinarian to be sure I fed them the right milk. They were so little that I had to feed them with a dropper. When rabbits are babies they don't know how to swallow so you have to rub their little throats so they learn to swallow the milk. I built them a little house and filled it with the reminants of their nest so they'd feel close to their mama. I loved watching them grow and I wanted to keep them for a pet but I knew that was no kind of life...they needed to be free so I kept them as long as I could, made them feel safe and loved. Once they were old enough, I let them go. I also rescued a squirrel with a broken tail, no clue how it was broken but he was pretty upset about it. I rescued countless baby birds, a whole slew of kittens, a dog with a broken leg, and a baby raccoon who's mother was killed in a trap. I needed to rescue things. When I look back at all my missions of mercy I realize that it was actually me that needed the rescuing. I wanted someone to pick me up, mend my broken wings and make me feel safe. That never really happened so instead of playing the part of a victim, I chose the role of savior.
My life has been filled with many rescue missions, some successful, some failures. I've tried to rescue so many people from themselves that most times I ended up being the one that needed to be airlifted from the wreckage. My days of rescuing have become fewer in number, most likely because I learned that the only person that can save me is the person with the most experience in rescue missions, me.
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I hope your day yesterday went better and you recieved the support and love you may have needed to work that through.
You really do have a big heart Net'
Thanks for sharing.
Tab
I have learned over the years, like you have but still have a really long way to go. I can't fix everyone's problems and neither can you. It's time that you worry about you...I know such a concept :).
I just love your sharing... so open.. and I hope you have a great day... take care of yourself....
Cool song too!
I love that you rescued animals, they're all so sweet and so deserving of love, and need so much love. As a side note - I also rescued a bunny when I was young, fed it from my baby's bottles and cuddled it, until it got big enough to let go, and that was so hard. I guess I wasn't so creative in naming because I chose "Little Bunny" for it's name! :)
Your writing is so poignant and really makes me think about the trials of others. Though I have my crosses to bear, all in all I have led an extraordinary, enchanted life. I try to portray that in my writing so that others can see that there is another way...
I see you coming out of all this darkness and crossing over onto that path as well.
I think I love you! ;-) A sister kind of love...your writing really knicks away at the soul. I hope it stays this way.
given me a glimpse of existence into another realm. Thank you.