Why didn’t I exercise more? Did I write enough? On a day with multiple bookings are my dogs getting enough attention? How is it that I am home all day but I don’t feel well rested? These questions never leave me alone making it hard to breathe.
And yet…Ruari, a Boston Terrier, is on my lap right now. From her tiny body, two tumors were removed last week. I change her blood filled diaper. There is nothing I would rather be doing. Nothing.
I never want to lose this loving part of myself.
A Sheryl Crow song plays in my head. “Please say honestly you won’t give up on me and I shall believe.”
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I'm a pet sitter/boarder/walker and writer. Actually, I just started writing. And I've only been in pet care for the last year. I was in media production for 18 years. Rather than taking another magazine job after my last position ended I decided to work with animals. And I love these dogs and writing but can I make a living a sustainable living off of this love? We'll find out together.
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Lovely post. I’d say you’ve found your calling. Love.
petwork/gigwork/lifework 
Lovely post. I’d say you’ve found your calling. Love.
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