I often feel sad, thinking about him.
He's feral. He can't be trusted (even after 4 years of milk and food). He has no home.
It could have been so different ...
As I was walking, the other night, I was looking into other people's gardens and windows. And I felt a
sudden surge of ... loss. I miss ... at-homeness. The sense of security and belonging.
How do people create this magical thing ? I would love to know !