Before we bought our house in 2018, we rented a nice little house in the U of L district. We moved there from Miami when my son was just 7 weeks old. -It was late February. Once the weather was nice, I used to walk up and down the dead-end street with the baby in the stroller, and our then-4-dogs; the dogs and I built our way up to taking longer walks with the stroller pretty quickly. I consider myself a highly sociable person, and typically befriend many of my neighbors. There was a house on our street a few doors down, across the street, that had a lot of activity. Cars coming and going, a walker or two coming and going. There were a 2 cars in the driveway that never left, one could almost assume they didn't run. One afternoon as my husband and I were walking the dogs and our son, a man in his late 50's hobbled out on his walker, saying he knew we had called the police on his roommate, he knew my husband worked with his roommate's sister, an
What do you feel, or think, when you read this Facebook post? This post circulated on Facebook in early February. "Yes I can help," was my initial thought when I saw this (a couple of rescue friends had tagged me). It took about 5 seconds for my brain to process the gravity of this post, and for ~what I know to come~ to surface. " Often a pet is a senior’s sole companion and when they lose their pet, the senior often goes into a downward spiral and we end up losing the senior not long after the pet is gone," as simply put on hospets.org . Losing a pet, especially for a senior citizen, can be fatal. So when I read through some of the comments on this post's thread, seeing only, "I can take the dog," "I pm-ed you," and tagging so-and-so and so-forth, I felt helpless, and at the same time wanted to scream. Hello... is anyone thinking about this lady?! Of course I commented on the thread, mentioning our rescu