A few days ago, I posted that I was considering surrendering my non-profit license and getting out of rescue. I have considered it, I have prayed about it, I am a maker of lists, so I wrote down the pros and cons. The pros outweighed the cons.

I do know that I was put on this path quite early in my life. I did not grow up holding baby dolls and feeding them empty bottles. I grew up bottle feeding baby kittens, lugging huge fluffy kitties around, and helping my Dad with any stray cat or kitten he happened to bring home.  I believe this path was chosen for me from God.

I cannot allow another man the power to take me off my path. It’s in my blood. Mike was fond of saying to his friends, that he knew if I died before him, he would see all these cats come pouring out of my ears. (I would laugh now, but at this point, that comment is bittersweet). I miss my husband terribly even after three years. I doubt that cats would come pouring out of my ears, but I do know that I have a parade of endless head-bumps waiting for me when God finally calls me home.

Until then, no matter how hard it gets, no matter that I have to often  pay for cat litter, food and vet costs from my own budget. No matter how rocky a path might be before me,  it will be a path I will walk until the end of my days.