A dog taught me about homelessness.

I had dinner with my aunt last week.

She explained that she had called a dog rescue program and asked them to contact her when they had a dog that absolutely no one would ever adopt.

Three weeks later they called her to say that they had a Maltipoo (Maltese Poodle mix…  Google them, they’re cute as heck!) that was likely too old to be adopted (11 years old). 

The dog is also blind.

And deaf.

And only 50% housebroken.

My aunt immediately adopted the dog.

I asked her at dinner why she didn’t get a less challenging dog. The rescue programs are full of them. She struggled to answer.

The next morning, I woke up to this text from her:

You asked why I didn’t get a non-special needs dog. These dogs are vulnerable. A lot of people don’t want to take the extra time they require to reach their potential. Many will die before their time. They ALL deserve LCC (love, care and concern). Kinda like homeless folks.

I’m not gonna lie. I felt a TON of shame when I read her text.

I have dedicated my life to serving the most vulnerable, and yet I questioned why someone else would do the exact same thing (with a different species).


It is easy to love and care for the strong.

Loving and caring for the weak, though, requires courage.



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