I had the impression she was new at this. It was
a windy, drizzly day, her hair had turned to a
muddy grey. I could hear the rattle of the kibble
as she dribbled some into a pan. Her four-legged
friend who, at one time he had been able to defend,
now limped to her side and eyed the bowl.
As the wind whipped, she unzipped a little bag
and took out a well- worn shawl that she draped
over her friend, making sure it snuggled as tightly
as she could. Then she began to sing softly and
proffered a pan in an outstretched hand. And waited.
And waited for some hurried shopper to stop and
acknowledge that an old lady, approaching eighty,
needed a hand for her and her shivering friend.
So sad...hope some people helped her and her dog. So many people need our help these days.