Yet two of my cats, who only went into the screened in porch, died from skin cancer. The cats I have know stay in the house and aren’t allowed out there. No more fleas, either.
The local wait list for affordable housing is two to three years. Local shelters only take you in over night and don’t operate year round unless you are a family with kids. Senior housing is full.
I live in a red county in a red state with homeless people on every corner. The government doesn’t care – unless you are rich.
I even tried to get into a nursing home but I’m not sick enough or the wait list is years long still. My own doctor would need to sign off on that but he said it would be a death warrant to put me in such a place.
If I was healthy enough to work, I’d work and get out. If I got a job now, I’d lose my healthcare and live about 2 weeks. Living in a car is not an option as I take insulin that has to be kept cold and other meds that wouldn’t survive the heat.
I’m here until death, and I just wish death would come quicker.
As a gay married man, you are so WRONG. Men are men, gay or straight (though the straight ones I see act way better than the gay ones). I told him, “to death do we part”: I just wish the “death” part would hurry up, don’t really care for which of us.
I thought it was the “Evening Bark”? From 101 Dalmatians – the book.