Dis b frum ‘Niser:
Oh mai, deer Cheezfrenz,
Had a tough day at the shelter today. It started much like any other day. I went in about nine, cages were being cleaned and people were starting their day seeing to the animals. I noticed a pretty, ornate cage in the vet’s office and asked him about the parrot housed therein. He said the bird was being transferred to rescue, and his office was a much less stressful environment than the adoption floor. At about ten, I noticed one of our animal care people seeing to the bird and asked her about him. She said he was 27 years old, had been surrendered (circumstances unknown) and tried to get him to talk to me. He said “Okay, whatever!” (so cute!) All was well and things were going as usual.
Then about ten thirty, that same animal care person ran into our site manager’s office and said, (or screamed actually) “I need someone to drive me to the hospital, my Mom is having a heart attack!” I ran out of my office and asked if our site manager wanted me to go. He said “can you?” and I responded that of course I could. We ran to my car and started driving the 25-minute drive to the hospital, which was spent mostly in silence.
This young woman is by far the person who I admire most at our shelter. As a volunteer, she made me feel so welcome and kindly answered any questions that I had. Once I became employed there as the volunteer coordinator, she always had my back and offered me and my volunteers constant encouragement. In short, she was my favorite employee and now she was facing this personal crisis.
She was on the phone to her aunt, who had been with her mother at the time of the attack. As it turned out, she had not had a heart attack, but rather a seizure. The EMTs were unable to revive her as of the time I dropped her off at the hospital, and we learned about two hours later that they had been unable to save her Mom. I am devasted and destrought.
So, why am I sharing this story here? Because Cheezland is SO dear and important to me. I know you all will, even though you don’t know this woman, put your prayers out there in the universe for her. I don’t know where else to go, it’s so obscure. My husband is sympathetic, but basically says “yeah, death sucks” and doesn’t understand the magnamity of it all for me. So I’m going to the place I know and love as my support group and security blanket–my Cheezland.
Thank you all for your love and support. Love you all, ‘Niser
*lolspeek awn* Fankeez mai cween! Heerz hoapin dat teh daze ahedd R nawt sew tuff.
*Bowz* Yoar loyal serbent,