I planned to post some reading recommendations last night but before I did so, I clicked on the dog version of the Lolcat site because I am all about the procrastination.
Nothing can put me in a good mood like some anthropomorphic puppies, so the last thing I expected when I clicked was to see an entry that made me cry. And not oh-there's-a-tear-in-my-eye cry, I'm talking about red-faced-wailing-can't-breathe-and-about-to-throw-up crying. The photo that got me was of a dog on the street curled up in his owner's arms, head tucked under his person's chin with the caption I NOT HOMELESS, MY HOME IS RITE HERES.
Just.. just.. rip my heart right out of my chest, why don't you?
I went to the entry's comments section and read about how some choose to remain homeless because accessing services means they have to give up their pets. (MY BROKEN HEART, LET ME SHOW IT TO YOU.) Then another commenter explained there's an organization who can help, and I clicked the link to make a donation, only to see an entire page of photographs of homeless people and their pets. (I HAZ A MANY MANY TEARS.)
Fletch finally had to promise he'd log on and donate today to get me to stop crying because I was too hysterical to navigate the page myself.
Anyway, I wish I had a clever punch line to sum up this post. I don't.
But if you want to help, please go to www.petsofhomeless.com.
Bring your credit card. And a Kleenex.
