heartbreaking hurricane

I can’t get over the devastation in new orleans and the surrounding areas. My brain just can’t fathom what is going on there. Every inch of me wants to hop on a plane and go help. Today, when I got home from work I watched the NBC nightly news for the second time since Tom Brokaw left. Some of the most heartbreaking images I’ve seen are of family pets being left behind. I saw some footage of a man being rescued from a roof, but they couldn’t fit his dog in the boat, so he was forced to leave it behind. I just started weeping right there in my living room for that poor dog. He just seemed so confused when the boat left without him, like he was trying to quickly figure out if he should jump in the water and swim after it, or if she should stay put. It was heartbreaking. The only way I’ll be able to sleep tonite is if I convince myself that the owner would surely go back to get the dog with another boat. Immediately after watching that footage I went and found my dog (and yes, she was on our bed snuggled up to her beloved sock monkey) and i just loved and hugged on her for a few minutes, and I told her that i would never, ever leave her on a roof by herself.