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Come
In

Come in, but remember when you enter
my home; keep an open mind and an open heart.
My house is filled with love and compassion in the form of
rescued animals.
My house is filled with fur from the animals I am lucky
enough to rescue. My house is filled with the scent
of them as well.
If their aroma offends your senses, please know that offends
my sensibility.
For,
simply because they are handicapped or not perfect, does
that make them any less deserving of love, warmth, comfort
and food?
Should I shun them as society has done, because they sneeze,
spray, poop or scratch furniture?

Should I have left them on the euthanasia table because they
would one day ruin my furniture, a meaningless object that
can easily be replaced?
Yes,
I allow them to walk on my counters, sleep on my bed and eat
from my dish.
Do you think my house is dirty? Do you think I don’t
clean because you smell animals? Do you think less of
me because of this?

Too bad, this is MY house, and I am honored to share it with
these magnificent creatures your world has discarded. I am
honored to be here to wipe their noses, mop their pee and
hold their dying bodies.
Don’t dare judge me or my way of life, judge yourself, or
are you too afraid?

For I have taken that leap way over my comfort threshold to
save the ones who were thrown away.
My wallet is always empty. My clothes covered with
fur.
My heart may break when a little one dies but my life is
filled with so much love and contentment. I want
personally for nothing.
What
have you done?

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