Dear Readers,
I appreciate you all reading my blog and keeping up with me as I document all of my adventures here at the library. I’m sorry if I’ve held you at baited breath waiting on my next installment on the sanity level of my co-workers. I’ve had much to do and lots on my mind this past month with the holiday season falling upon us and time simply slipped from my paws. With many apologies for the long delay, I’m back!
I’d like to say that the evidence that I’ve acquired would prove to a judge that all my co-workers should be fitted in a comfy straight jacket and sent to live in a nice lovely padded room. Sadly all of this isn’t the case. Due to a technicality (everyone goes crazy during the holiday season) all of my evidence has been thrown out. Don’t worry. These nuts are bound to keep attracting squirrels and eventually I’ll have all the evidence needed to check them all in to a padded hotel for an extra long vacation.
On a more serious note, I want to share with you all something that has been on my mind an awful lot lately. It’s a touchy subject for me, so bear with it. I just need to talk this out so I don’t end up going crazy. Ok…here goes.
Some of you might know, before I came to live at the Library, I was homeless. That’s right, little old me had no place to call her own. I had no place to sleep, nothing to eat, and no one to call me their own. I was unloved, unwanted, and out on my own.
I don’t really remember my first few months of life, not that many people actually remember that time of their life. They remember the stories told about the things that they had done, the people and places that they had experienced. As for me? I had none of that. No mommy to cuddle me when there was a bad storm. No daddy to read me a story before I drifted off to sleep. It was just me.
I try to not think about that time of my life. I don’t hold many fond memories from then. Getting chased by dogs, soaked in the rain, and fried under the hot sun, aren’t exactly the types of memories that I want to share with all my friends. But I find myself here, telling you my story. I’m not really sure why…I just felt like telling it. I know it will never make a front page headline in the local paper or be a top story on the evening news, but if I can reach the heart of someone…anyone…then I’ll know my story was worth telling.
June 24th 2010, was the best day of my life. It was sort of a new birthday for me. A chance to start new, a chance to become anyone I wanted… it was a chance for me to find a home. The day was beyond hot. I was exhausted, hungry and at my wits end. I’d been walking for days, just trying to find somewhere I felt safe. At least safe enough to take a quick cat nap. I finally found a place that looked like it would work. I found a shady little spot under a bush and curled up for a much needed nap. The next bit is sort of hazy. It was like one of those dreams where you’re wide awake. I remember being lifted out of my nap and carried inside of a building. Water and bit of food was placed in front of me. I absent mindedly ate it and found my eyes once again starting to droop. I was placed in a chair where I spent the next few hours napping. I awoke to a dark room. No one was around. I explored and discovered I was inside of a library. I was too tired to wonder how I had gotten here, and once again fell asleep. Over the next few days, I came to find out that I was welcome to stay. The people here would feed and water me, they would play games with me, and they would give me a place I could finally call home. There is no amount of hugs and kisses that I can give to tell them all how much I appreciate what they’ve done for me. They made my dream come true. I now have a family, people to love for the rest of my life.
My dream came true… Not many homeless animals are as lucky as me…many die without ever having a home…without knowing how magical a hug can be…without knowing what it is like to look into one of your people’s eyes and see just how much they love you…too many homeless never get to experience this…I’m one of the lucky ones.
I’d like to tell you to all go out and adopt a pet. To go out and find one who needs you…because chances are…that you need them too. But I know not everyone can, for whatever their reason may be. But you can still help. I’d like to give back…a sort of pay-it-forward. I’d like to give to those who have none, when I have so much. I don’t get an allowance. No money to buy things with. But that doesn’t stop my wanting to help. So if you could help me…maybe we can make other animals’ dreams come true. Some dream of homes…some dream of loved ones…but for many…they just dream of food and a safe place to lay their head. Our Local Animal League can give these animals just that. But unfortunately…their supplies are running low. I want to help! I want to help with all my heart! But I can’t.
Maybe you can help for me?!? It’s just a thought. A small thought at that. But maybe that small thought is the difference between a dream dying… and a dream coming true.
Just a thought...
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The Local Animal League is asking for Dog food, Cat food, and Cat litter donations. Donations can be brought to the Valley Center Library to be boxed up and taken to the League.
Donations will be made in Pages’s name and in the name of all animals that have been given a second chance.
Valley Center Public Library
321 W. First
Valley Center, KS 67147
