8 Years

As I begin my 8th year as a volunteer photographer at Humane Colorado (animal shelter), I’m reflecting on what I have experienced, what I have learned and what I cherish.

Eight years ago, I walked into a situation as an introvert where I knew no one. That was scary enough; but add to that my sometimes crippling affinity for perfectionism and I was just a tad nervous. It was my love for animals, cats in particular, that gave me the courage to take that leap. 

I was happy to meet my supervisor, Emily, who could not have been more welcoming and kind. She trusted me and set me up for success. For that I am forever grateful.

Although I haven’t kept count I think I have probably met thousands of cats. And I have fallen in love a thousand times. I have saved the image of every cat and the occasional dog I have ever photographed; so yes, my hard drive is full. 

Blur the Manx cat (stubby tail) was the first shelter cat I photographed.

I have learned about FIV+ cats (and fallen in love with them countless times!). I will always remember the first FIV+ cat I met, Hans. He went home to join another FIV+ brother. 

I have learned about FeLV (Feline Leukemia Virus) cats like Buckie.

I have learned about CH (Cerebellar Hypoplasia) cats like Cassie.

I have learned about deaf cats like Sylvester.

I have learned about blind cats like Sassafras.

I have learned about little tripod cats (missing a limb) like Lovey.

I have learned about the working cats like Violet who came from outdoor environments and feel more comfortable living outdoors in a safe environment like a barn or a garden nursery.

I will always have a soft spot for the Seniors. They are settled and loving and oh so grateful just to have a sunny window or a warm lap to curl up in. They are my favorites, like Buddy, 18 years old. 

I have met exotic cats like Maine Coons and Persians and Lola the Bengal

I have met too many kittens to count. Omysweetgoodness, kittens. When they come, they come in droves! 

I’ve learned to communicate with cats by doing “soft eyes” and when I receive them in return I know they feel safe with me.

I have learned to go slow when I meet a frightened or timid cat. I know how to read an overly affectionate cat who, when venturing into overstimulated territory, it’s time for a break. 

I have grown as a photographer (practice, practice, practice). I have grown as a human. I always say the bonus I didn’t see coming was the like-minded, life-long human friends I would make. What a gift. They have educated me, held my hand, with hugs along the way, cheered me on and given me the confidence to do what I do. 

In closing, here is the most recent cat I photographed. This afternoon I met little 8 month old Scar and he was a purrfect model. 

I feel honored and blessed to do what I do; and grateful to have found my calling... my passion. 

What a journey. 

And I'm just getting started.