i want to say something to the volunteers
Carol · Nov. 22, 2009
every single weekend, you guys get into your cars and drive out here to work your asses off. you care as much and as deeply for these guys as i do, you care about saints as much as me too. everyone is so patient with the pain in the ass dogs..when phoebe gets too much to bear, she is gently picked up and deposited back in the house..when she drives us nutz in here...she is cheerfully accepted back out at the barn.
you wade thru the bodies and the mess and the noise and you see what i see here, a whole whack of really special guys.
when tyra steals each cat food bowl, you smile and tell her it's her right, when jewel is cranky you let me know cuz you know she is not feeling great and needs a pain med to help her feel good. when reggie is being a screaming freak, you call him to you and rub his belly. you bring the barn guys the treats they love and you wheel a ton of their poop away. if ellie does not want to get up yet, you give her time and cuddles til she feels well enough to try. you smile when little daphne two creates all kinds of havoc and you feel emily's pain when she doesn't get her bottle.
you make sure they get lots of field time and cole gets his garden time. you make sure the cats get their treats and cuddle time too.
you feel as badly as i do while we give bosco his chance and you hope right along with me that he will get happy.
you bath little pee stained dogs and tell them they are so cute and dress them in little red hoodies and blue sweaters so they don't feel cold.
you make sure every single dog and cat gets some treat of canned food and their beds not only are dry and warm but look really nice and inviting too.
the bunnies get every kind of consideration and so do the inside and outside birds and at the end of your weekend days here...ALL of the animals feel like they had a really great day.
and that doesn't even count the time you spend on raising money to pay for their vet bills or the time you take to listen to me when i am overwhelmed.
you not only take our guys home and give them a home with you but you make sure for the ones who are living here, that they feel like they are at home too.
you guys who have committed, weekend after weekend, month after month and year after year, who feel the heart of saints every day pounding inside your own chests...
well...you are simply amazing. you are truly good and honest and compassionate people.
and you are do'ers, not sayers..your hands hold the hearts of all that are here.
so on behalf of the crippled crew and myself...
i am not going to say thank you. i am just going to say that all of us here really do love you.
if meghann and i had never made that long trip out to saints 4 years ago, i can't image what my life would be like.
i would have never had the pleasure of sharing my life with oz and honey, sandy, wesley, millie, thorney, carley, shrek and fi. it would be such a different world, can't really imagine it.
4 years later, the good, bad, sad, happy times at saints have made me who i am today. and for that i am thankful. (most of the time - fiona ate my last xbox controller on the weekend!)