Happy Mother's Day to All You Beautiful Rescue Mothers. (original) (raw)

I don't know how old I am. I can't remember my birth mom either. Who cares? Those bad days of hunger, loss of dignity, and being host to a million fleas, ticks, and mange, are long gone.

The good days began when I was rescued from the mean streets of La Colonia El Monte Bonita, a nowhere place that makes a pile of rocks look like a good meal. There's nothing to eat and sometimes no water. Kicking yes, petting no.

A lady took me across the border back to San Diego where she lived and, after three months of loving care, I was blessed to find a life so fantastic that in the South, they call it "living in high cotton."

From the thousands of dogs, cats, and other rescued critters, we thank you for saving us, giving us love and pets and car rides and long walks and soft beds, and finding us loving families to give all our love and devotion to. And there's plenty of it.

We love you. Happy Mother's Day.