A dear childhood friend of mine, who struggled through some very dark periods in his life, used to say that it was his beloved dog, Moe, who kept him moving from one day into the next and not succumbing completely to his addictions.
I couldn’t ever get too drunk because I had to remember to feed Moe. I couldn’t get completely stoned because I had to walk her.
On Mondays (Luna’s Day) we share thoughts and stories about the meaning and value of animals in our lives.
So many of you have written in about how your pets have been anchors in your lives, sources of comfort and motivation and purpose. They are such poignant and beautiful stories, important to share here.
In the not so distant past, I was on the verge of homelessness and was going to have to foster my pets to get into transitional housing…the girls to a friend in Reno, the boys to somewhere as a friend was trying to find someone for me. When it came time to meet halfway to drop off the girls, I couldn’t do it. I broke. I was resigned to live in my car with ALL of my pets versus foster them to friends even. They are also what has kept me from killing myself as I have had a very difficult 2 years.