My Heart Hurts

My heart hurts.

It hurts when I watch television coverage of the aftermath of hurricane Helene in the southeastern part of the US. It hurts as I watch the events marking the one year anniversary of the October 7 terror attack on Israel, an attack that took the lives of some 1,200 innocent people. My heart hurts for the 251 people taken hostage, and the 101 still being held hostage if they haven’t been killed already. My heart hurts as I see the suffering of the innocent people in Gaza, whose lives and whose territory have been taken over by the terrorists of Hamas.

My heart hurts when I see the devastation in Lebanon, where most people afflicted by the bombing are innocent civilians. 

My heart hurts for the people of Ukraine, whose country has been under attack by Russia for nearly 3 years. And my heart hurts for the Jewish citizens of the United States who continue to face antisemitism in public and on college campuses.

My heart hurts for this country as many of its citizens and some of the governments work to remove rights from us in the name of religion or politics.

And my heart hurts for the non-human among us as well. My heart hurts for the endless stream of dogs in animal shelters throughout the country who will lose their lives because no one wants them. My heart hurts for the wolves, the bears and other mammals hunted mercilessly. My heart hurts for this planet that sustains us as humans continue to pollute and rape it of its natural resources.

There is so much pain, so much hurt and so much evil in this world. Sometimes it seems overwhelming.

Please Stop With the Guilt!

Why can't, or won't people, understand?

I love golden retrievers. I have wanted a golden since I first saw one when I was a child. I have adopted seven goldens over the years. Actually, one of those dogs was a half golden/half corgi who is my heart dog. 

So please stop telling me to adopt a mixed breed, or a golden doodle. I have nothing against mixed breed dogs. My current dog, Jenny, is a mix of who knows what breeds. I have adopted, and loved, eight mixed breed dogs over the years. I have adopted seven purebred dogs.

But my heart belongs to goldens. I am well aware that there are millions of dogs, mostly mixed breeds, languishing in animal shelters. I am aware that most of them will not get adopted.

For me, adopting a new dog into my family is a very personal thing. I must, and I will, follow my heart. 

A few years ago, I decided that for once in my life I wanted a luxury car. So I bought a slightly used Mercedes Benz. I didn't want a Ford or a Cadillac or a Volkswagen. I wanted a bright red Mercedes. And a bright red Mercedes is what I bought.

I feel the same about golden retrievers. To me, they are the top of the line dog breed. This does not mean I view other breeds or mixes as unworthy of rescue or adoption. It does not mean I view these non-goldens as unworthy of being loved as an important part of a family. It does mean that they simply are not the kinds of dog I want at this point in my life.

So no, I am not going to adopt a golden doodle or any other designer dog. I don't want a Chihuahua or a pit bull or a cattle dog, the breeds most common in shelters where I live.

I spent 8 years working for a large California humane society. I don't need to be lectured about the overpopulation of unwanted dogs in this country, in my state or in my city. 

My most recent golden retriever died in a very traumatic fashion -- for him and for me --  from a rare medical condition that treatment didn't help. I am still dealing with the trauma of his death.

So please stop trying to guilt me into getting a dog that isn't what I really want. That isn't fair to me, and it certainly isn't fair to the dog.