I’ve been thinking of a woman I met on the internet who used to read my blog. She was actually my very first follower who I really liked. Laura, I’ll call her, rescued animals, cats mostly, she’d catch, alter and plan on releasing back into the wild, but kept keeping them instead. At one point I think she had 8 all living in the upstairs of her house.
She was married to a man who wouldn’t let her work and was cheap to boot, but none of that stopped her. She sold her clothes and jewelry, even her high heels in order to support the cause. I’m always moved by those who step up for the four-legged since it’s not easy. It takes a loving commitment putting their welfare sometimes well above your own.
So, I used to send her money. Twenty, sometimes thirty bucks cash in an envelope a couple times a month. Occasionally I’d call a Petco near her and order a case of Fancy Feast she’d pick up.
She’d write to thank me, giving me her updates saying, there’s just one more to catch and I’m putting him back…but there was always just one more after that.
Due to my ongoing health issues, my finances somewhat changed and I couldn’t send her money anymore. She said she understood, but then disappeared. Didn’t even read the blog any longer as if to say, why should I bother if you’re not bankrolling me anymore.
It really hurt on this end.
I realize though, that cyber connections can be very misleading. The internet is so intimate you think you know someone well you’ve never met. Couples have long term, cross-country even across the sea relationships that feel fulfilling for years. When you think prisoners marry never seeing their wives loving one another mainly through correspondence.
I got over it though I’m writing about it. An essay on something painful can punctuate your loss.
I’m never sorry for my generosity since the grace of it ricochets back to me, and it’s too bad Laura felt I was only good for a few bucks having little else to offer.
But that’s about her now, isn’t it?