My Life on the Streets
July 7, 2015
It’s been so long since I’ve felt the warmth and love of a home that I can barely remember it. I’ve been wandering the streets, looking for food and shelter so long that my hair has become overgrown and matted. It hurts to walk as the mats pull at my skin, but I have to keep moving. I have no other choice.
I made it to someone’s backyard in search of some nourishment. I didn’t have much time before, inevitably, a person would shoo me away. I was starving and exhausted. I had to lie down.
Eventually, someone came over and started talking to me. I got up to move on as I usually did, but this person seemed different. He wasn’t yelling at me or waving his arms. He was speaking to me softly and handing me food. He was very kind. Something I have not been used to.
I walked over to him and he picked me up gently and put me in his van. A short time later, I was inside a building. It was warm and filled with more kind people.
One woman looked me over and gave me some medicine. Then, I was taken to another room and given the best haircut of my life. Finally, my painful mats were gone.
Afterwards, I was put in a safe place with a blanket, food and water, and a toy.
Not long after, a family came in. They smiled at me and brought me to a room to play with me and pet me. But they never put me back in my kennel. They put me in their car and, eventually, into the most caring home I have ever had.
Now, I can’t remember what it’s like to not have love and a home.