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Thursday, September 20, 2012

mine.




Netflix is swarming with solid documentaries. A few weeks ago, I thought I was sifting around for some background noise while I played online. Only, I started this movie and was glued to the TV the entire time. The film follows the stories of five Katrina refugees and their heartbreaking journeys to reclaim the dogs they were forced to leave behind when they evacuated New Orleans during the Hurricane. I warn you, it will break your heart into a million pieces.

But isn't that was activism is all about? Isn't it about yielding a reaction? I am completely on fire for volunteering for a shelter, finding our next pup through a rescue organization, donating to the ASPCA. The scene that rendered the ugliest of cries from me was an image of buses lined up, moments from leaving the city... and a tiny white dog--with an exact likeness to my Milo--was abandoned in the middle of the damp road. He wandered to the folding door of a bus--presumably following his owner--and earnestly pawed at the door. A uniformed officer picked up the tiny pup, carried him off to the side of the road and left him. I completely lost it. Cried harder than I've cried in a long time. Not in a million years could I imagine leaving my Maizie to fend for herself--and especially not in the chaos of a disaster like that. I know these people had no choice, I know they were devastated beyond belief. I just can't imagine.


Do you like documentaries? Are you a glutton for punishment, and watch the ones you know will rip your heart out, like I do?

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