I thought I would fall in love with all of them. And I left a bit disappointed in myself. I thought that my heart would be open to the sick and unloved. There was one guy that sticks in my mind. He was hungry for attention, but I recoiled from this weird, huge wart he had on his forehead. I still think of him. And the fact that I couldn't see past it. The difference between a cat with a loving home, and one without, is stark. I think I have a bigger heart now. I'll go back with new eyes.
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