There are many, no, countless times when someone ask me whether I am tired.
I am tired in my mind, I am tired in my body, I am tired in my heart. To wake and work from morning to morning with very, very little. To see something I want, something I need and tell myself that I don’t have that means now, and whenever I have the means, there is always at least one cat who needs a vet and there goes all my saving.
There are many, no, countless times people said they don’t know how I do it.
I don’t know how. I just answer the call, and do it.
And there are countless times too, when I told you all: my friends and family, that animal rescue, especially in this hell I call home, is lonely.
It’s as lonely as screaming your heart out but no one hears, it’s as lonely as crying your eyes dry but no one understands.
It’s lonely because whenever you need to talk, no one is there to listen, whenever you need a hand, there was no one taking it, whenever you need to pause, no one has your back. And even when you can do all that, no one understand
It’s you and you alone.
But if you were to ask why I did it, why I keep doing everything I do, the answer is I did it for love.
For the love I feel when I hold a bloody cat who just got run over by car, for the love I feel when a sick cat by the roadside looked at me, wanting to be seen, even just for one second, for one last time. For love when I extend my hand to a fearful cat who was betrayed and ended up in the dumpster. He even still had his collar on him. His name is Hiro.
For love when I picked up the lifeless, maimed, or rotting cats left by the roadside or on some corner, and take it home to be buried.
I did it for love. For love of friends miles away who did everything they can so I can save one more life. For love of strangers who bravely call me their daughter, sister, and do what a mother must do and what sister will do so I can go one step further.
I did it for love. The love that found me with only USD 50 on Wednesday night and warped me to more USD by Friday morning. The love of many people I probably would never see the rest of my life, but share the same heart, same passion, same mercy toward creatures.
I did it for love, and I am glad I do, because drowned in the ocean of silence and darkness, love speaks through the eyes of these cats: killed, abandoned, neglected, thrown away, abused, disregarded.
And because drowned in the ocean of silence and darkness, love answers those eyes with you all.
Thank you. Fifty Dollars by the end of the week, and these cats who cling to the life that is their right will see love.