One minute I was on the streets of Oakland, a starving skeleton. Then the nice car lady saved me, and two hops later I was in the BadRap Barn with Donna and Tim and Uncle Elliot and Honky Tonk and the two red girls. Warm and safe. They fed me teensy meals until my belly finally stopped screaming.
Then we found out that I have lymphoma. I imagine they wondered what to do with me. I bet they wondered who'd want a sick old bag of bones like me. But they didn't know about all the parts of me. They didn't know that I used to be loved by someone who took good care of me. Something bad happened, but before that, it was good.
So I had to tell them. Loud. So I could get on with my life. I admit, my body is kind of a wreck. But I have loads of living left to do. I guess they listened because they found me Nice Lady, and now I'm home. Again. Where I belong.
Now, I get lots of food. We even stopped on the way home the first day and got cheeseburgers. So far, I've had bully sticks, peanut butter kongs, chicken, kongs filled with liver kong stuffin', jerky sticks, and more bully sticks. My job is to make my ribs disappear.
And I get to sleep on the bed with Nice Lady.
Funny how life goes, don't you think? One day I'm in hell. Then it couldn't be better.