Only The Good Die Young
Two ladies, sisters and both breeders who lived closed to each other, had taken on Maia’s pups. Good friends of my Mom and kind enough to help care for the babes and bring them to their momma dogs.
Sadly, two days ago the hubby of one of the ladies came home to find her passed away on the couch. We still do not know what the cause was but it was probably her heart. Her sister is of course devastated. She was only 56, and had spent her adult life breeding healthy dogs and taking on foster dogs and abused horses.
She was, like many people who take on such causes, the kind of person who would not buy the medication she needed for herself in order to afford medication for an animal that had been abused at the hands of another human being. She was the kind of person who would miss a doctor appointment rather than make a litter of pups miss a feeding.
She was, like many of the best people I have ever met, yet another girl born onto a farm, pulled out of high school by the family (still a common practice amongst farm families) and never finished, married young, had kids young, and then dedicated her life to helping those who cannot help themselves.
Its true, only the good die young.
People who spend their lives in selfish pursuits collecting more toys and bigger homes and walking all over the rest of the world get to live long lives in luxury.
People like my Mom’s friend spend their lives barley getting by, being looked down upon by people and die young in poor health.
Its a fucking tragedy.
I’m almost 30 and still haven’t had my wisdom teeth removed because it would cost thousands of dollars (requires surgery) and I spend that money on abused animals.
People who would never sacrifice themselves for another look down their noses at people like my Mom and Marge and me, call people like us stupid hill-billies, reeking of dog and horse. Good for nothing because we don’t have educations, or big houses, or make lots of money, or wear fashionable clothes, or have Martha Stewart housekeeping skills.
Fuck the world. I’d rather smell like a horse than smell like money.
Anyways…
So I will be going to pick up the pups earlier than planned, but their eyes are opening so they can start weaning soon.
I’m going to go have a cry now.
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Yes, ’tis a fucked up world. Speaking of dental – I myself have two “foundations” in teeth that were supposed to get crowns over a year ago, but there is no money for that shyte. It is easier to find money for a vet bill, for a little black cat who showed up recently with mastitis. May the Goddess watch over you and your blessed dogs, Juniper!