Angel Capone

~Helping Rescue dogs~ I rescue dogs.  I fight for them. I do dedicate my life to them. I do my best to help rescue dogs. I rarely put myself first. I never put them last. I always try to do right by them. I am optimistic, but also realistic. I am a positive person, who has been beaten down by the negativity of the world. I am happy most days, but with a constant underlying sadness. I have opened my heart to more dogs than I can count. I bring them into my home. I return the life that was taken from them. I have accepted the craziness of my world. I take the insanity in stride. I have given up any hope of having a normal life or a clean house. I live each day, for the dogs. I wake up, prepared to save more. I go to sleep, thinking of those I couldn’t reach. I hate my phone… it never stops ringing. I answer and listen to the horrible accounts of animal abuse. I shudder as I write the unspeakable details on a scrap of paper.I follow-up on these cruelty reports. I arrive at the location. I wince, because it’s worse than I expected.I look into the eyes of the neglected. I feel their pain in my own heart. I hear their silent cries. I apologize for the awful things that have happened to them. I say “I’m sorry” for things I didn’t do. I say, “I love you,” because no one else in their life ever has. I try to talk sense into senseless people. I try to educate the ignorant. I fail at these attempts on a daily basis. I can’t save them all. I can’t even save most. I live each day knowing that, no matter how hard I try, it will never be enough. I know that even when I succeed, I fail. I know that for every one I save, there’s another I lose. I know that no matter how many I help, my work is never done. Even still, I save all that I can. I love more than I thought possible. I smile… because they smile. I take-on their pain, so that they may have happiness. I allow my heart to hurt, so their’s can heal. I become the one who is wounded, so they may be restored. I know the cruelty that exists. I’ve seen the faces of abuse. I witness the senselessness of the world… and know that change is always just beyond my grasp… I ask for help… it rarely comes. I pray for hope… it rarely appears. I beg for mercy… it rarely arrives. I sometimes lose faith in humanity. I often cry. Some days, I crawl into bed and pull the covers over my eyes. Sometimes, I sob. I hurt so much… but I cry because they hurt more than I ever could. The helplessness drives me to say, “I can’t…”Then, a foster dog’s kiss says, “You can…”So, I get out of bed. I brush off the despair. I vow to make a difference.I do make a difference. I never give up. I fight for change each day. I pray for relief from the pain… not for me, but for them. I rescue dogs. In turn, dogs rescue me. Everything in between… is so worth it.