But there are shelters that take in (and care for) harder-to-adopt animals and/or animals with medical issues. Hubs and I volunteer at a shelter that takes in FIV+ cats -- possibly the only one in the DC area. They tend to find homes more slowly, but people do adopt them. And they're able to live normal, healthy lives.
Oh, for sure. In fact, the woman who posted that link runs a foundation (started in honor of her own horribly injured shelter dog) that does nothing but fund medical care for shelter animals so that rescue groups can take them on. Darby's rescue gets a ton of their animals from Diane. But the volume of animals is so unfuckingbelievably high that there just isn't a happy ending for all.
what is the treatment if the vets sees what she thinks she will on the ultrasound?
Prednisone. She thinks it's some inflammatory bowel something, but I guess it's good to make sure he's not riddled with tumors or something.
Prednisone sounds not too terribly bad. Go infammatory bowel something!
Also, Homer, take your pill.
brenda, I have definitely gotten into fights on the internet defending kill shelters. Oh, even worse! It was defending
adopting pets from kill shelters!
I realize everyone does what works for them, but it just seems like such an obvious call to get a pet from the pound.
Prednisone sounds not too terribly bad. Go infammatory bowel something!
Yeah, that would be fine! And apparently you can get prednisone as an injectable. I am currently laughing thinking about my cat with 'roid rage.
The thing is, there are kill shelters, and I doubt people who work in them are all gung ho "kill the animals". It sounds like Diane does all she can to love the animals, even if she knows they will be euthanised, and to make their last days good ones, and that takes a strong person, as I imagine it hurts her heart every time, but she still does it so the animals can have a few days of love.
When I am an empty nester I will adopt old ugly dogs so they will have a decent last few years.
When I am an empty nester I will adopt old ugly dogs so they will have a decent last few years.
The local stray rescue group here has a fostering program for geriatric and terminally ill animals so that they can have just that - a final year or two in a comfortable, loving home.
it just seems like such an obvious call to get a pet from the pound.
I got my previous cat from a kill shelter. It made me very happy thinking I saved one. Current cat came from a no kill shelter. Honestly, I don't really care as long as people adopt from shelters.
I cried too!
Not about the pets, though. About my job. And because my boss was yelling at me.
Good times, good times. Like, fucking meltdown in his office.
Cut to the end, and everything's reasonably fine (the thing I did to get yelled at was done ambitiously, not shoddily--I overstepped my bounds, but I didn't drop the ball), but I have been being terribly managed AND I HOPE HE GETS THAT. Because he's getting some weird sorts of complaints about me that don't make sense. How can my manager be having a hard time getting me to do what she wants WHEN I'VE ALREADY DONE EVERYTHING SHE ASKED BEFORE SHE SAID IT?
Oh, and he yelled at me for not realising that my new developer wasn't competent. For real? I have to plan around the fact she sucks? I had better not ever be fired, let me just say.
However, the basis was, I've only been displaying flashes of brilliance since the project from hell, and he can't work out why. I told him that shit was just confusing as hell, and gave him some examples, and told him I wanted it to be like the project from hell again. I asked him how to wipe my slate clean and start again right on Monday.
And also I cried and had to wipe my nose with a paper towel.
