I really hated working in early recovery. I quit working at a fast food place because I did not want to deal with the public. The local animal shelter was hiring. I thought that would be perfect for me! Animals don’t talk and won’t get on my nerves! First day on the job I tried to take a dog for a walk but it bit me before I could get it on the leash. So the boss stuck me up in the “cat room” instead.
It was stacked full of cages, one on top of another and another. The pungent smell knocked me back a few steps. Immediately I thought, “and how much are they paying me?” My fellow employees were very nice so I decided that I would at LEAST finish the shift. I cleaned cat cages for 4 straight hours. Yes, it was gross.
I noticed that the cats that were there for a long time refused to come out of their cages, while kittens would jump at the chance at escape. I could coax them out but they would go right back inside. They were “caged” in their minds. Without the cage, they were lost. It was all they knew.
Working there reminded me that I was unfeeling toward animals in my addiction. I had no use for them. In recovery I see that they are more than I expected them to be! A couple years ago my husband and I adopted a shelter mutt. He is a great comfort to me when I am lonely or sad. I believe animals have a place in God’s world. They are not meant to be caged and neither are we.