In my book someone who loves animals can't be all bad, and of course being homeless doesn't automatically make someone a bad person, or a druggie or mentally ill or anything else. Let's face it...they're losers to some degree, as I am, or they wouldn't be homeless, but there is such a thing as being down on one's luck I guess. If someone loves animals, bums and billionaires alike, they're my people.
This could be me soon, only I'd never make my best friend homeless too, just because I'm a loser. Apparently, if I hadn't looked after my mom and dad for the last 16 years, I'd never, ever have gotten into another band, had a blast and made stupidly-good money, or do anything else I used to do for fun and profit, and I'd have been content to sit on my lazy ass without a penny in my pocket for 16 years. A few people actually think that's the case. Going by the bottom line though, I'm a big fat loser.
I won't be in any photos of a homeless guy and his dog...I'll be just plain homeless. My dog sure won't though, and I'm pretty sure a very good friend will take him. She has dogs of her own and a farm for good measure, so he can run around and socialize and have a better life than he has now. Having him at an apartment is one thing, but having him on the streets? Forget it.
My mom asked me if I couldn't just keep him on a leash instead of finding him a home but I told her I couldn't do that. She said that if we have to be separated on Earth, we'll be reunited in Heaven. I hope that's true. If there is a Heaven, one of us will be there for sure, and it's the one with four paws and a tail. Anyway, to all those who share the streets with their best buddies, no matter what their story is, for what it's worth I say God bless them AND their animals. God bless y'all. Maybe I'll see ya 'round.
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