the “orphan” skylar I saw (and shared) on facebook was 12…my cat is 16…they could have been twins. and I am so thrilled for every additional day he is by my side.
he and this pretty girl skylar? clones of each other…wishing skylar was by someone’s side, too!
unfortunately, she was killed in the Brooklyn Center shelter where she was left. oh, here come the tears running down my face.
this slaughter has got to stop…I am crushed…again…over and over.
I tend to call these murders exactly what they are, no matter what spin is put on the deeds…and spins there are…rationalizations for forced death never penetrate my thoughts which are my own. how does anyone have the nerve to explain away this universal horror story? cannot be done.