cat lying on armchair under chair
My boy Jake. He was six when I was born.

People often ask me how I came to be interested in animal welfare. The answer is simple, even if I think of it more as s state of being than a process.

When I was born, my parents had three dogs and a cat*. All were rescues or otherwise unwanted animals that they had taken in from various places: the runty kitten, the dog found in the supermarket parking lot.

So, you see, I was born to a legacy of animal rescue. This trend continued throughout my childhood, as we adopted various animals from hard-luck backgrounds.

I think, however, that the background of the animals mattered less to me than their presence in my life. We almost always had at least one dog and one cat in the family, sometimes more, and their presence has always been warm and comforting to me: the presence of animals makes the house feel like home.

At the same time, rescuing animals from different backgrounds convinced me early on that adjustment and success are not always easy to come by. Every animal, whether “rescued” or brought home as a puppy from a reputable breeder, presents new challenges and changes the family dynamic.

I hope, through my work, that I can sometimes help ease that transition and make that transition more successful for some families. If I can do that, I will be satisfied. And, after all, it comes naturally.

*It may have been two dogs and a cat, with the third dog picked up shortly after.

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