Let’s get our girl

It's a beautiful day to save lives.

On Friday, I woke up enraged, thinking of Boomer. I was rage posting and rage texting people how I could not tolerate living in a state that allowed a senior dog to be abandoned, thrown in with three kennel mates, attacked brutally overnight with no human there to intervene and protect him, and then (I feared, correctly) executed for the crime of having been too badly attacked.

I felt it was intolerable that SOMEONE wasn't doing SOMETHING about this.

How was I supposed to just go about my day, in a state so condemnable as to have no SOMEONES?

And then it hit me.

The difference between living in a state in which everyone was going about their day while ignoring this reality, and living in a state that had a SOMEONE?

Was me.

Whoa.

Powerful. Heavy. Invigorating. Intimidating.

It hit me just as strongly that it could not and would not only be ME. Because it is always "we." No rescue is ever just one person. It's always a village of people who come together.

A village of SOMEONES.

It us.

Look at this networking post for our girl Cassandra. Shortly after being ordered to medical isolation, she was deadlined (kill listed) for today because she was so badly injured by three of her kennelmates.

I could have woken up this morning in a California that was going about its day while blithely ignoring her capital punishment, scheduled for this very day, for being an attack victim.

But I didn't. Because of this village of SOMEONES stepping up and interrupting that reality.

I'm on the runway and my plane is about to take off. Let's go meet our girl. See y'all down south.

Bethany