6 months since I pulled a couple of huskies out of the OKC shelter and brought back to the rescue a deadly, horrible, airborne virus that goes from fever to death in just 12 hours.
The trauma from that weekend lays heavy with me and often, probably too often, I look over at my passenger seat in my car and see Koda Bear taking his last few breathes while I screamed at him to stay with me and pumped his chest..
I lost 5 huskies to strep zoo in those 48 hours and two more later due to complications. Those 48 hours will stay with me till the day I leave this earth and find myself over the rainbow bridge with them. When I get there I will look into all their eyes and thank them for the thousands of huskies they saved with the foundation that I etched their name on.
I think of my 7 everyday and when I see their names there, I remind myself that I am here to do no harm, and take no shit. I am here to learn from my mistakes. I am here to rescue. It’s my journey, my calling, and it’s not supposed to be fair.