Noah’s Wish
I know everyone’s being beseiged* with requests for hurricane assistance donations. At work, the grocery store, pretty much every Web site you go to, you’re being asked to donate. I know it’s frustrating, especially when you’ve already donated to a gazillion charities and nonprofits as a matter of course, and/or already made emergency donations through another venue.
Thus, even though I’m sure they could use the money right now, I’m not posting this to ask people to dig into their pockets yet again. Well, not right now. Just maybe keep Noah’s Wish in mind for the next time you’re planning your yearly donations. Their whole purpose is to rescue and shelter animals who’ve been left behind in disaster areas, and, as you can probably imagine, they’re working in Louisiana right now.
Granted, I’m a big, preposterous softie when it comes to Nigel. He drives me nuts on a regular basis, but that’s a large part of his canine job; the thought of him being lost and scared and in danger, not knowing what the hell was going on because his beloved schedule was shot to bits and nothing was happening the way it is supposed to, is intolerable. If we got separated during an emergency, I’d be frantic and useless until he was found — and people like NW are working to make sure that other people who have lost their pets at least have a shot at being reunited with them.
I’m donating half the money I’d budgeted for the vendors’ room at DragonCon. I can live without getting yet another t-shirt I can’t wear to work. If I don’t find anything worth buying, I’ll split the remnants of the money between NW and the Red Cross.
*I was going to say “deluged,” but thought that might be in bad taste. Not bad enough to keep me from putting it in a footnote, but still bad.
