When I was little, I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above, convinced I could touch the great moving clouds if I just extended my arms a little further and float away with them.
“Mary, hurry up!” My ma called back to me from inside the house.
I stood up, still looking at the clouds above wondering where they were traveling to and wanting desperately to join.
Growing up with two emotionally immature parents in a codependent marriage made me wonder what adult life had in store for me. Did everyone have relationships that centered around overeating and smoking cigarettes after a fight? Was it normal to shout while also walking out of the room?
For years I had watched them both blame one another for their own problems and slap an easy fix on them wheneve...
_Ugh it’s here, _I thought as they walked through the door. I had gone through this once before with my last humans. Spent months being called a good boy and watching a bump grow, only to be left at home with no warning. That’s how I knew what the warning signs were this time around.
I’m still fairly young myself, and my previous owners couldn’t take care of me anymore once _theirs_ came. That’s ...