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.

I’m writing a book — and I’ll be talking about it as it progresses
Bride is 89 and the groom is 86,
My reaction to man’s home taught me more about me than about him
As you grow, learn to let go of things that no longer serve you
Paradox of choice can leave us longing for certainty of the past
Spiritual truth can be felt by heart, but not always understood by brain
Our self-deception is attempt to justify whatever we do to others
How can we be lonely while we’re surrounded by billions of people?
If we keep waiting for perfection, we’ll always keep traveling alone