Homeless
So sad after talking to James Eret
on facebook. He's homeless.
I tried to help, but neither worked out.
Too many homeless people
and in a country like this
(of course we have a POS dictator
leading the country) it's really
tragic that anyone, especially
a vet, should be homeless.
It was a crazy, busy day going to the library and Trader Joe's. I hurt all over. Some of it I can figure out, but some I can't. And now I've volunteered for the Tanabata Festival. I hope I can make it thru the shifts - fortunately they are short. Evidently tomorrow is an easy day. I might bring my camera, but I'm not sure.
So nice that my Sasha is sitting next to me. I think about how lonely James is without his cat with him. It makes such a difference. Sasha's fur is growing in very nicely. I'm trying to get her used to being brushed so that no more mats will happen in her fur. My sweet, sometimes attack, cat – I love her beyond all reason. I'd be so lonely without her. I know it.
God, the pain in my left leg is sometimes unbearable. Please help. I don't know what or how else to ask you. Amen.
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