For every happy couple exchanging chocolates and oversized teddy bears this Valentine’s, there was a heartbroken soul somewhere burning old photos and throwing darts at the mental image of the one who got away.
This year, a couple of pet rescue organizations devised a way to channel that rage into something positive — and hilarious.
They offered a unique service to the lovelorn, the scorned, the jilted, and the jaded: for a small donation, the rescue would write the first name of your lousy ex — or your terrible boss — on a pink paper heart. They then ceremoniously placed these hearts exactly where the cats go — into a litter box.
And then nature took its course.
It was, quite literally, the ultimate dumping.
“Does love stink? We’ve got a fun way to turn heartache into help,” one rescue posted on Facebook. It was cheaper than therapy and significantly more satisfying (and far less risky) than keying a car. Plus, the cats got fed and found loving homes.
Some relationships leave a mess. At least this one helped clean one up.
I’m no killjoy — and I’m not opposed to a little theatrical closure. But it felt like a Band-Aid: funny, harmless, and easier than looking in the mirror. Bitterness almost always convinces us the problem is someone else.
First Corinthians 13 says many things about love. “Love stinks” isn’t on the list.
So when it smells that way, something else is probably in the room.
And that’s harder to scoop.
