Today after church, I felt a calling. A deep need to go to the animal shelter and sign up to volunteer. The hole in my heart won’t mend. I need to reach out and help other pups, especially those waiting to be rescued. So, I applied and we visited. We went to the Animal Humane Society in North DC. My heart was broken at the sight of the 9 dogs there in the tiny basement of a building. It smelled (like all shelters do) and they’re caged and have beds (thankfully lifted) on concrete floors. They’re socialized, but they still live in a basement in a cage. There’s so much barking and such fear and an air of abandonment. I broke down, kneeling in front of one of the kennels of a sweet faced, 4-year-old pit bull named Big Country. He was huge and gentle and his eyes were full of pain that matched the hole in my heart. My heart aches for the dogs in shelters that wait and wait and wait to be rescued. Most of them never did anything wrong. They are there because their owners moved or got tired of owning a dog or they had kids or just changed their minds. I so hope they accept my volunteer application. I want to cover each of those sweet puppies with affection and love and let them know they’re not alone. Someone can love them the way I love Penny. Someone will rescue them and cuddle them every day. I want to tell all of them that, but I’m not sure I can. Especially the 12 year old dogs that just wait. Nobody wants an old dog, but I do. I want to save them. I want to hold them and give them the best remainder of their life that I can. No dog deserves to live a life in a shelter. Please, please don’t buy, consider rescuing your new friend.