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 choose love over hate, because the author of the story’s not done
Time and maturity have changed
We have no choice but to trust even in face of betrayal and hurt
What do you do when it feels as though your entire world is over?
Warning: Don’t trust in politicians; they’re always going to disappoint
Search for ‘more’ can leave us craving what we haven’t found
Would getting away from civilization help us live better?
Bill in Congress would force TSA screeners to quit impersonating cops
For me, money always comes best when I’m pursuing higher purpose