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Photos: Strays to the Rescue!

October 16th, 2009 (08:07 pm)

current mood: touched

I dare you to get through this photo essay about disabled animals helping disabled people without crying. I DARE YOU!

Photos: Strays to the Rescue - Photo Essays - TIME


Posted by: Ms. V (sapphira_altair)
Posted at: October 17th, 2009 12:18 am (UTC)


We all know special needs animals have a place in my heart.

(BTW, the idea of adopting special needs kitties so I'd stop adopting special needs men? It has been fairly successful so far, if you'd like to try the idea.) :)

Posted by: plumtreeblossom (plumtreeblossom)
Posted at: October 17th, 2009 01:18 am (UTC)

That was the most beautiful thing I've seen in ages. Thank you for posting this, Joye.

I've been giving to this animal sanctuary and following it for years. You might be touched by it, too:

Rolling Dog Ranch.

Posted by: joyeous (joyeous)
Posted at: October 17th, 2009 05:30 am (UTC)

Aww. Disabled animals always make me cry. Yes, I know they can still be happy, but it still makes me cry to look at them. :-( I feel like, unlike humans, they don't know what's going on or why they're being put through pain. I feel the same way about children with severe disabilities or diseases. They don't understand and yet they must tolerate it every day. :-(

The only time I ever, *ever* cried at school, was during a summer program when I was responsible for teaching a mentally disabled teenaged girl with cerebral palsy, who only spoke Cantonese, and not even much of that. The CP must have been bad that day because she kept pointing to her arm and saying "ow" and looking at me, and I broke down and had to step outside the class because there was literally nothing I could do to stop this girl's pain, the pain that she would live with every day until she died, or give her Advil or anything to ease her suffering, or even comfort her with words. The helplessness I felt was unbearable. I knew then and there that I couldn't teach the severely disabled anymore, because I felt too much empathy for them...to the point where it prevented me from being strong for them.

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