Sonny has never had a real home. For all of his relatively short life, he’s lived on the street where I live. For most of his life, another neighbor fed him so he wouldn’t starve. She also had him neutered and got him shots. But she and her husband moved a month or so ago, so I’ve taken over feeding him. He doesn’t need just another meal. He needs a real home.
My former neighbor and her husband have seven cats of their own, so they couldn’t take yet another. Sonny and another one they called Tommy were among the strays they regularly fed. When they moved, they couldn’t take them because the neighborhood where they bought their new house has a strict covenant against outdoor animals who roam free. The best she could do was continue to buy food for them — and leave it with me.

Double standards seem like the only standards most politicians know
‘Thanks for sharing your process’ is wiser than responding in anger
AUDIO: If we’ve experienced hurt, why do we keep trusting in love?
Who ‘owns’ children? And who should step in when parents fail?
Against all rational choice of will, an old hunger in my heart returns
Hearing what your gut whispers might save you from wrong path
Aren’t you thankful for the right to vote before they take your money?