I try my best not to hold on to anger. Being angry is like drinking poison trying to hurt another. However, there are times when it is difficult to say the least.
We came home from an errand a while ago and when I went to feed the dogs Casey did not want to go into the kennel…I let her eat where she was and then inspected the kennel for the cause of her hesitation. It only took a moment for me to find that she had had an accident while we were gone. She must have had an upset stomach as it was really messy. When I had tried to call her to me earlier she had cowered away from me, and until I found her “mess” I thought maybe she was injured. Once I found what she had done I realized that she was afraid of getting in “trouble”. I seldom let my mind wander to the evil one who abused her before we adopted her, and then I am reminded of the trauma she suffered when she is so afraid to come to me…after three years with us. sigh…I will find my center, comfort my dog, and give her clean blankets…I will not let the anger come. I won’t.
I believe there is a special hell just for animal abusers.