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.

For first time in my life, I fear not finding love and life I’ve needed
Why not join the LP? You can’t fight the state by becoming the state
Modern weddings seem designed to conceal reality of relationships
We have no choice but to trust even in face of betrayal and hurt
Spiritual truth can be felt by heart, but not always understood by brain
Everybody has times when he needs someone to save his life
A broken heart is devastating, but closing yourself to love is worse
Christmas stands for quiet truths: love, faith, community and family