Saying goodbye to the dogs on Saturday afternoons is not easy. It makes me cry.
The easy part about volunteering at the shelter is going back every Saturday. It makes me smile.
I look forward to spending time with those patient souls; they learn to be patient, they learn how to wait. They are waiting for their family to find them; they are waiting for their chance, their second chance. They never give up hope. Neither do I, their eyes won’t let me.
There is only one thing better than spending time with these four-legged friends.
The only thing better is arriving at the shelter on a Saturday morning and finding their kennel empty; it means they found their family and it means they took a piece of my heart with them. That makes me smile.