Life… was hard. A twisted journey full of liars and cheaters. An interconnection of mysterious paths that lead you up and down the choices of your being. My life was no exception. Some claim it’s a gift. Mine was a lump of coal and with every choice I burned my way down the wrong roads.
A drunk mother. An absentee father. A girlfriend that always slept around. A boyfriend who beat me. No money to buy food. Enough money to buy drugs. Does it really matter.
My life was shit.
At my lowest I found myself on the cobblestone street, needle in arm, fear in my mind.
He saved me though.
He too was lost. He too was hungry. He too wandered the streets. He gave me purpose.
I smiled at him and he wagged his tail…. friend and friend… hand and paw… we set out, once again, to explore the world he kept me from leaving.
I love him.
Just a really quick story I wrote based on a picture from the Unraveled Routes Blog:
We all have that furry friend in our lives who gives us a purpose when no one is around… and who, with out us, wouldn’t survive. So make sure you treat them kindly.
Also love the dog in this picture. I want him.