I didn't think it was possible to feel so much pain in a place that was filled with animals.
The first thing I noticed when I walked into the door was the kitten in a cage near the cat room. He was mewing loudly - the poor baby was probably only four months and was so desperate for attention that he moment I stuck my finger through the bars he rubbed against is, eagerly turning as if he thought he might be able to have he whole body touched at the same time.My friend, who was looking for a dog, walked into the back room. A few moments later I followed her afer the kitten settled down a bit.
The kennels were nearly all empty in the building. Most of the dogs were in the outdoor kennels. I walked over to the first two and knelt down next to the dogs. They nearly went crazy, trying their best to fit their noses through the bars to touch me. It was terrible. I wished to death I could take all of them home with me where they wouldn't need to push their paws underneath cold metal fences to be touched.
The other dogs were no different. All were friendly, loveable mutts who seemed to adore people. Every time I moved on to the next dog the others would stare forlornly back at me. It broke my heart to have to leave them there where the only time they got out was so their kennels could be cleaned or to be taken for a short walk out. There wasn't enough people to give these animals the time and attention they deserved to have.
Back inside, I wandered into the cat room. All of the cats were caged except for one, which was wandering around. Though most didn't leap up and beg for attention like the dogs earlier, a few did. I went through one by one, touching them and talking to them.
The cat on the floor brushed by me, and a sat down to pet it. She immediately crawled into my lap and began purring and kneading. Her name was pillow and she was a back and white domestic medium hair with green eyes (she reminded me of Scully a bit). Who in their right mind would give up a cat like this? She was beautiful and friendly - the perfect cat. Wha's more, when I stood up to go to the other cats, she insisted on following me around until I picked her up. When I did she hooked her arms around my necka nd held on.
I think I left a part of me at the shelter with the dogs, cats, and my little Pillow.
The first thing I noticed when I walked into the door was the kitten in a cage near the cat room. He was mewing loudly - the poor baby was probably only four months and was so desperate for attention that he moment I stuck my finger through the bars he rubbed against is, eagerly turning as if he thought he might be able to have he whole body touched at the same time.My friend, who was looking for a dog, walked into the back room. A few moments later I followed her afer the kitten settled down a bit.
The kennels were nearly all empty in the building. Most of the dogs were in the outdoor kennels. I walked over to the first two and knelt down next to the dogs. They nearly went crazy, trying their best to fit their noses through the bars to touch me. It was terrible. I wished to death I could take all of them home with me where they wouldn't need to push their paws underneath cold metal fences to be touched.
The other dogs were no different. All were friendly, loveable mutts who seemed to adore people. Every time I moved on to the next dog the others would stare forlornly back at me. It broke my heart to have to leave them there where the only time they got out was so their kennels could be cleaned or to be taken for a short walk out. There wasn't enough people to give these animals the time and attention they deserved to have.
Back inside, I wandered into the cat room. All of the cats were caged except for one, which was wandering around. Though most didn't leap up and beg for attention like the dogs earlier, a few did. I went through one by one, touching them and talking to them.
The cat on the floor brushed by me, and a sat down to pet it. She immediately crawled into my lap and began purring and kneading. Her name was pillow and she was a back and white domestic medium hair with green eyes (she reminded me of Scully a bit). Who in their right mind would give up a cat like this? She was beautiful and friendly - the perfect cat. Wha's more, when I stood up to go to the other cats, she insisted on following me around until I picked her up. When I did she hooked her arms around my necka nd held on.
I think I left a part of me at the shelter with the dogs, cats, and my little Pillow.