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.

Why are so many of us afraid of the love and happiness we want?
Anatomy of a lie: Why destroy credibility by exaggerating facts?
Powerful emotions come and go, so it’s worth noting if one stays
Playing it safe isn’t good enough; I have to do things that might fail
At times, we have to just wait for the day when we’ll see the fruit
I can change my appearance, but my inner self will stay the same
What is this old longing for home? It’s the need for unconditional love