Mom always yells at me for bringing lost animals home and my cat Hobbes always suffers anxiety bc of me. I do feel bad. But at this point, I think they're getting use to it too.
Though I didn't want to, I guess I unofficially named her Love. She's definitely filled with lots of affection. With each animal I bring home, there is always the joy of treating the often famished, disheveled, flea-infested animals to holistic care. You feed and clean them up, then give them some lovin. They then transition from uneasy and anxious into their natural, often crazy energetic state. Animals are no different from humans. Genuine care and time builds their trust and rehabilitation.
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