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  • As the kennel manager for an animal shelter in New Jersey I always have at least one story to tell at the end of the day. Mostly sad ones about abuse or neglect but the one constant story that I never talk about is the feeling I get when I walk up and down the kennels.

    I know a lot of the dogs at my shelter very well because they've been there for months and some for years. These dogs may be homeless but to me they are my dogs and my love for them is infinite. So when I walk up and down the aisle everyday I hurt in a way that makes my heart drop. Some days I get into my car and just cry on the way home because I feel helpless and wish I could do more by them.

    I wish I could be as strong as them. Something to strive for.

    *This picture is of a dog named Theordore who has been at the shelter for a year and a half.
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