I've been organizing a fundraiser at work (with another girl) to benefit the local city animal shelter. The annual walk/run is this weekend and for the last four weeks leading up to it we've been requesting donations of items off the shelters wish list. I bought 4 laundry baskets with the hope of filling one each week. People have been awesome and we have so much stuff here. My CEO just brought over a brand new crate, big bag of food and a box of treats and toys. My coworker and I are bringing everything over tomorrow and meeting with the shelter manager. I'm going to cry, I just know it. And maybe leave with a foster. I don't know.
I would cry for sure! Something about animals makes me so weirdly emotional. I cried when my little brother made me watch Beverly Hills Chihuahua. That is seriously amazing.