I've always loved critters. I've always loved men who love critters. I fell head over heels for a Vet in florida - sadly, he was lost to me in 1991. Steve Irwin was a precious crush. Just someone who made my world better. A friend fate never chose to allow me to meet in the flesh this life, but who's work none the less inspired me.
In the years since my vet died - I stopped working with critters. It was too close a pain. Something that brought the memories way to fresh. In the early years it was hard enough to keep breathing - never mind do anything that we shared a passion for.
Time heals all wounds. Not true, but it does ease them. And I'm finally ready to head back in. I've started to volunteer at a wildlife rehab here in Colorado. I hope to have pictures soon. Spring will bring in an influx of all thing furry and feathered...so stay tuned.
I do this.. I give this time on behalf of three warriors. Karim, Steve and me. With faith I put one foot in front of the other, trusting that me allowing them to live on in my memory and in my good works will outweigh the sadness that they no longer are here to share in the fun. And the poop.
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