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.

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Mental illness can be hidden in any family, changing lives forever
I don’t care where Pedro is from, but I’m happy he’s my neighbor
Lack of specific needs and wants makes my world feel meaningless
If you must be ‘good enough,’ you’ll never start to be yourself
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I like Ron Paul, but he’s not winning (and I don’t believe in the system)