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Tuesday, September 6 There is no Ark for the animals
Heartbreak after heartbreak Today my good pal Margot called to tell me she was giving money to the North Shore Animal League here in NY as they are begging, borrowing and or well who knows every van they can get and driving out to New Orleans to rescue the pets left behind by the evacuation Its just too terrible to fathom the beloved pets of families who were forced to leave them behind on top of all their pain to drive off while their fine furied friends starved or drowned.. Many made the decision to stay behind because they could not bear abandoning their pets, some of those people died. Hundreds of these pets have drowned, their tiny dead bodies go floating by all over the place..hundreds others can be heard crying in the distance; hungry, scared, confused.. There are thousands of these pets in this city right now. There are stories of owners who had to kill their own pets after being told they could not take them so as not to know they would suffer. Now the volunteers are coming to go to the addresses where owners left animals. Special pet shelters have been set up with vets on hand to treat the survivors, many of whom have not eaten for days. My favorite story is thaf of Diana Womble, who was picked up by boat six days after the flood waters surrounded her house. She would not leave unless she brought her 15 cats. The rescuers fought her but she was tough and won. They put the cats in boxes and sent them off with her.
I myself may donate here in NY to the North Shore Animal League. When someone has lost their home, their possessions, their city, their heart…to at least give them back their beloved pet is something, not to mention saving that pet from a terrible fate. I have two fat 16 year old cats, one I may have to put to sleep within the year, the other is hanging on for the long haul…but if my home were flooded…I just don’t know what I would do…put them in their carriers and hang on to them no matter what.. if I had to abandon them in the water…a part of my soul would always stay there floating along beside them, hearing them cry…I just don’t think I could go on…how could I?
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