I grew up poor and had to work since I was 12 years old, did many things throughout the years while going to school, from babysitting, to tutoring, to being a waitress, a cosmetician, to working at the corner store/gas station, to modeling, to working in three different jewelry shops, working in clothing stores, many many jobs, just anything to try and help my mom and our situation. Then I studied Publication Design and Hypermedia Technology, then decided I need to follow my calling and work with people, so I studied Psychology. Then while in college, I worked at a well paying job at the #1 bank, loved what I was studying and where I was working, was looking forward to the future...then I got ill. While trying to get a proper diagnosis my illness got worse and worse quickly, I had to leave my work and start treatments aggressively. At the time hubby was having difficulties and was unemployed, so once my income was also gone he had to take whatever he could, just to take care of us. We were having a very hard time, living on almost nothing, and dealing with my disease. I decided that since I can not go to a normal job, I could at least try and work from home, on my own terms, so I took a Pet Grooming course and a Dog Training course, while doing some translating work from home as well. Once I got into grooming and training we started getting more and more into rescuing, it was inevitable, there was always an animal in need somewhere. Working for almost nothing, and then putting that money into rescuing was hard, I always made sure hubby was well fed, and I myself went hungry most days. It was silly perhaps, but I did not think so, my eyes were opened wider than ever to the animals in need and I just wanted to help. I gave rescuing my all, every penny. We took in abandoned, abused, neglected, dogs and cats, got them vetted, rehabbed, trained and eventually re-homed them in carefully screened homes. Rescuing does not pay, it actually takes away all you have and even puts you in debt, but that does not mean it's not a job, it is 24/7 work. I loved animals my entire life, always had a very strong connection with them, helping them when I myself had no control over my illness, was tremendously beneficial to not only them but to my mental and physical health. Right now I still rescue, I also do translating work from home for a travelling agency, and when my health allows I also groom and train people's dogs and cats. Hubby does not work a glamorous job either, but he works hard for us. We are both happy, we don't have much money but are both doing something we are passionate about and would never give up rescuing, we'd rather be poor but make a difference than stop making a difference and have more money. Perhaps some can have the best of both worlds, but to us it's not possible, because when we commit to rescuing we give it our all, which lives very little for the rest. I mean even when I was getting well paid at the bank, before getting ill, most of the money went towards helping people and animals in need, I just do not care for material things, and I don't mind going without, knowing someone is better off because of what I gave to them.
"He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours,
faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion." ~ Unknown