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I Reached My Maximal Capacity for Enduring Horrific Human Cruelty. An Emotional Breakdown Is All I Have Left
My fur kids are the only reason I am still functional…
I don’t know how I kept going. You just do. You have to, so you do. — Elizabeth Wein.
For the past year and a half, I embarked on the most rewarding, yet gut-wrenching, mission of volunteering for my city stray kids — both kitties and doggies — and granting decent living to as many as possible of them.
I had to instantly regulate my feelings countless times since my crazy days required gigantic energy investment, especially without any backup option.
Last week, multiple dreadful events contributed to reaching my maximal endurance capacity. I thought I was having a bad day until I was home and headed to my neighborhood tribe to serve food.
That’s when I discovered the unimaginable level of human cruelty, a level defying anything I could have ever expected… It wasn’t the first incident. I wrote about the previous one here:
