Every rescue I know is at the same point like we are: full, broke and exhausted. Every rescuer is to the breaking point. I spent a good portion of last night helping others cope. Compassion fatigue and the consequences are great in rescue. It wears your soul down.

Sadly we rescuers can't take the ones going down for space today. Every animal control we work with this week has begged and sent pictures. We save them or they die. Many we could not save. We. Just. Could. Not.

I'm not talking just about our rescue, but every rescue I know.

Those faces of the ones we could not save, they haunt our souls. Saying you can't save them all is nothing but a line uttered to try and ease the guilt. There is no easing the guilt.

Our personal lives suffer. Our wallets suffer. Our mental health suffers. If we lash out or do not get back with you in a timely manner, please be understanding. Ask how you can help. Ask how we are doing. Listen to us bitch for five minutes. But don't judge until you are the one deciding who to save and who you can't save.

If you can foster, please do. If you donate please do. And if you pray, send up a prayer for those we can't take. Hundreds lost their lives this week for nothing more than lack of space and more will follow for the very same reason.

And for any rescuer out there, I'm always available to talk and to listen. I'm your friend and I care about you. Over the years, we have lost many to compassion fatigue and I never want to go to another funeral knowing your empathy for the animals drained you until nothing was left of you to fight for. Because I know different. I'll fight for you. I'll always fight for you because you are worth saving also.

I copied and pasted from someone else, who copied and pasted from someone.

Please share. They aren't my words but that is MY HEART.💔💔💔💔