I just lost a cat i had rescued, he was old, really old and possibly sick as he sneezed a lot and his eyes were always draining. He wasnt neutered and he could be quite scary when approached. By the end i could hold him, he would meow when i would feed him, his fur started feeling softer, nor could i feel his bones again.
Yes, he was skinny when i first saw him and i thought he was nursed back to health.
He never left his bowl of kibble and go far.
I hope my splinter, knew the short time we had together, that i loved him deeply.
Splinter wasnt a Feral cat, he was a pet at one time and was homeless, when i started feeding him.
It’s spring in Panama City, and the homeless are upon us.
Some have been here all along, such as the lady who sits alone and talks to herself all day. I first ran into her in the downtown area, but the last few times I’ve seen her, she was hanging out near Millville.
Some wandered down this way to enjoy Spring Break and stayed on.
I live near the Rescue Mission, and often see homeless people in the area. Like yesterday morning when Rumpy and I were out walking and found a man asleep in the doorway of one of the buildings we sometimes pass. Or last night when Rumpy and I went for a walk, and found an older man and younger woman walking around looking lost. Rumpy didn’t like them and was barking; I had to move him away from them.
We see lots of homeless…
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