I love unconditionally and without limits. It's both a blessing and curse, if you want to know the truth.
Over the past several months I've become more and more passionate about dog rescue; so many beautiful animals in need of foster and forever homes that it breaks my heart.
Sometimes I wonder how these throw away dogs came to be my focus in the midst of what has been a chaotic two and a half years, and it occurs to me that they, too, love unconditionally and without limits despite being given up on, and perhaps I somehow see reflected in them the qualities I'd like to see in myself: the ability to tackle whatever comes their way with strength, dignity and courage; an amazing desire to overcome any obstacle; and, most importantly, an understanding that hope dies last.
Upon further consideration, I am not so sure it's about me rescuing them. I think, instead, it's they who rescue me.
