Last month, 55 dogs arrived at Angels of Assisi as the result of a seizure. We picked them up from a designated holding area, and since then we have housed them, bathed them, performed dental work, kept detailed records, sweatered and blanketed them, and rejoiced at the simple things, like the much anticipated, slow and deliberated tail wag.
Most of all, we've given them our hearts, and, based on increasingly trusting eyes that follow our every move, we believe they have given us some of theirs as well. Recent court proceedings have not resolved who gets custody of the dogs, and for now they are floating on the uncertainties of their future, with a real possibility of going right back where they came from.
Limbo is not the place we'd like to be with these 55 hearts and souls right now, but it's where we are. Our job is to keep the creeping feelings of dread far away from their daily routine, and let them bask in the attention and care given by staff and volunteers. We trust that the authorities handling their outcomes will be fair and consistent, and arrive at a resolution soon. Until then, we'll live in the moment with them because sometimes a day at a time is all one can muster. We'll keep our hearts open, while knowing they may get broken, and do our very, very best in their interest, because they deserve nothing less.
You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.
― Margery Williams