My job is to assist God's creatures.
I was born with the drive to fulfill their needs.
I take in helpless, unwanted, homeless creatures
without planning or selection.
I have bought dog, cat and bird food with my last dime.
I have patted many a mangy head with a bare hand.
I have hugged someone vicious and afraid.
I have fallen in love a thousand times.
And I have cried into the fur or feathers of a lifeless body
too many times to count.
I have Animal Friends and Friends who have Animal Friends.
I tend to like most non-humans better than most humans.
I don't often use the word "pet".
I notice God's creatures lost at the roadside
and my heart aches.
I will hand raise a field mouse
and make friends with a vulture.
I know of no non-human creature unworthy of my time.
I want to live forever if there aren't animals in Heaven,
but I believe there are. Why would God make something so perfect
and leave it behind?
Some may think we are masters of the animals,
but the animals have mastered themselves...
something people still haven't learned.
War and abuse make me hurt for the world,
but a rescue gives me hope for mankind.
We - rescuers - are a mostly quiet but determined army,
and we are making a difference every day.
There is nothing more necessary than warming an orphan,
nothing more rewarding than saving a life, and
no higher recognition than watching them thrive.
There is no greater joy than seeing a human or non-human baby play whom, only days ago, was too weak to eat.
By the love of those who I've been privileged to rescue,
I have been rescued.
I know what true unconditional love really is,
for I've seen it shining in the eyes of so many,
grateful for so little.
I am an Animal Rescuer.
My work is never done.
My home is never quiet.
My wallet is always empty, but my heart is always full.

Author: Unknown