There is a fine line
between life and death
in the cat world.
Homeless or rescue,
feral or lost or found.
It all has to do with
having an advocate,
someone who speaks for you.
Someone who doesn’t speak in meows.
We are those. (them, they?)
We rise each morning to save cats.
We volunteer at shelters;
trap, neuter, and return;
search disaster zones.
We foster and heal,
love and comfort and clean.
We do it,
not because we are kind
(though we are kind),
not because we are paid
(we are often the ones who pay).
Not because we are better than anyone else,
cats need us.
Dedicated to all those who volunteer for cats, no matter what the capacity. Together we make the world better, one cat at a time.
AMEN! That was beautiful and totally purrfect!
This poem’s is for your family too.
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Great poem and so true.x😻💞🐾🐾🐾
That is a beautiful poem. I wish every cat had an advocate.
That’s a beautiful poem. I really admire people who work (whether paid or volunteer) in animal rescue.
Adopt, volunteer, foster, love. There is a place for everyone.
Thank you for this poem… made me cry. ❤
Good tears, I hope. Together we can do tiny miracles.
Beautiful poem. We can certainly use our voice and charity to make a difference in their lives.