The answer? Until I don't have to.
Is it easy?? Hell no. Is it fun?? Some days.
Even I get bummed out. I get pissed. I curse at how unfair everything is. I tell myself I can't keep doing this. I cry. I scream.
And then I look down into the eyes of my saving graces.
And I laugh. I giggle. I love.
Each one of my "kids" are rescued. None of them have had it easy. Each one that wiggles it's way into my heart is one that should have not made it. Should have been aggressive. Was totally "unlovable" in some way. And I realize that if I didn't do what I do, I wouldn't have found them. And I think about what would have happened to them. I see the pound photos of the dog lashing out. I see the dog in the corner with their head hung because they've given up. And in each and every photo, I see my babies. I've seen how they came to me. I know the fight I went through to keep them alive, to help them overcome. And I realize that I'm doing what I'm meant to do.