The greatness of a nation can be judged by
the way its animals are
treated.
Pike Place Market, Seattle, Washington, with my friend, Denise.
Everyone is passionate about something!
Recently I sent an email to my friend, Denise Matson, who
now lives in Seattle. We became buddies
in Memphis. And, I was curious: Why would an anesthesiologist by trade now be
spending her days at the Animal Shelter?
This is how she explained it…
“Well, I've always
had pets during my life, been around all sorts of animals growing up living in a rural area. My grandfather was a dog breeder and had
many champions in the AKC dog
shows.
I always knew I wanted to make
a difference, and with vet school being nearly impossible to get into. I went
to medical school instead. My heart wasn't happy though, and I spent my spare
time working with various rescue groups, one at a time fostering or finding
homes for lost or abandoned pets.
When I moved to Seattle – the
friendliest pet city I've ever been to— I found my true calling when I got a
job at the animal shelter. I have been so proud of the work they do and the
tirelessness and selflessness (if those are words!) of so many at the
organization. Everyday there is an uplifting moment, when a life-saving surgery
was done and that pet is doing great....when you are tending to a cat's basic
needs and they give you that content look.
The work isn't glamourous but
everyone who works there is a star in a dog's eye when they are warm, fed,
cared for and loved. A wagging tail on
a dog who was downtrodden upon arrival… a purr from an older cat who was
abandoned for just giving a pat on the head… a paw place over your hand as you
are picking out just the right toy for this kitty.