Hey folks. My name's Thomas, I'm from the eastern suburbs of Perth, WA, and I've recently become estranged from my family. Though the circumstances are somewhat complex, the post-it note is that I kicked myself out of home (with encouragement) and am now living day to day, couchsurfing when possible and roughing when not, taking what work I can find as an offsider for house renos and manual labour.
Of course, one of the costs associated with such a drastic change is that I've had to leave my beloved dog Rainbow behind, along with her three friends; the Captain, Cap for short, a large, free-roaming ginger tom; the Quartermaster, Quart for short, an overly friendly Magpie who decided our property was home and that Bow was overeating and that he would help her control her diet, hence his name; and the enigmatic and decidedly eccentric long-necked or giraffe-necked tortoise, Flint, that for no discernible reason decided to have a winter home in the reserve across the road and a summer home under the our house, much to the bemusement of the other three, who eventually decided that since he wasn't going to change they were just going to accept him.
As is understandable, leaving this quartet of hodge podge family (and my own folks too, to some extent) has left a rather large hole in my head, heart and life, a notable absence of furry, feathered or flattened faces in that special frame reserved for the less humanoid members of our respective families, and since I have no home of my own I am feeling that emptiness all the more.
I really love animals, and though I cannot profess to have intimate knowledge in the care of all kinds of creatures large and small I do possess a will to learn and, as I have stated, an abundance of love and personal respect for the creatures that I consider under my care; or at least a part of my life, for however long. I can't honestly say I was master of any of those four. More, I think, the other way around.
Regardless, in the course of trying to find a job to support myself I came across this site advertising the potential for individuals (great and small) to become sitters, carers, minders and part time friends to some of those noble, annoying, sanity sustaining creatures, and I can unashamedly admit that I was sold off the bat.
In summation, I'm desperate to have animals as part of my life again (and hopefully forever), and short of buying my own (which I cannot afford or support), I can see no better way to accomplish this than to help in the care of the pets of others, thus leavening my own loneliness, helping out another person or people, and of course contributing something to the lives of our invaluable companions.