When I think about the amount of animals that are sitting in shelters, or worse, have been euthanized because they didn’t “fit in”, it makes me feel sad and helpless. Every day I read an unsettling rant on Facebook, usually by some exhausted foster or perhaps a person that works or volunteers in a rescue. It is met by an angry chorus that cheers or jeers on about the stupid human. The rescue worker or volunteer hit a breaking point, and because they are fire hosing us with the information, we can hardly see a solution underneath the hatred.
I don’t claim to have all the answers as to what would keep animals in their forever home, but I do have one idea. Sometimes we just need to “repurpose” our animals jobs.