But Monday night while I was scrolling through my Facebook feed this picture ripped my heart out:
(Facebook: Imagine Home)
These cats are living in deplorable conditions in a "dog pound" in Logan, West Virginia. Their dry food is thrown on soiled newspaper, a steel bowl for a litter box overflowing, and there is no sign of water around. If animal control were called to a home to find cats living in these conditions they would be removed and the owners hopefully punished.
The Paws Squad is a rescue group in Logan that pulls from this pound on a regular basis, and they are in desperate need of fosters, especially for cats. These cats have been there for a month, and as I write this on Tuesday, the situation for these little angels is dire.
West Virginia is one of the poorest states in the country, and this area has been hit hard by job losses in the coal mining industry, but that is still no reason to treat the most innocent among us like this. As easy as it would be to just "go off" on this "shelter", that isn't going to get these babies the help they need right now.
So what did I do? I shared their story on my Facebook pages, as well as on a tortie rescue group that I belong to. I blogged about it. And then I curled up in bed with Truffles and I cried. And I'm still crying. For these lost souls and all of the others that I can do nothing for but click my mouse and hope someone sees it who can do more.
To those precious little angels: I am so, so sorry that the world has treated you this way. You don't deserve it. You should be lounging in sun puddles, playing with catnip mice, living a beautiful life filled with love and security, not cowering in fear in a cold cage. I wish I could promise you that, but I'm just so damn helpless.
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