The rescue was full save one cage. Empty soft bed, food partially eaten. The one gone tugged at her heartstring, tied in knots for days, weeks even years. The knot would never go away, but, with time it would blossom into a bow where it would remain with the others for eternity. Her heart was full, yet always room for more. Infinite heartstring for infinite love she held for those that had crossed the bridge. Never forgotten by her. Never. They are her loves, her joys, her mission. She was their savior, their advocate, their last chance, their home.
All cages are full again. So many to save. So much love to give. Infinite.