This
crooked, thin, and tired old soul, entering the last phase of his life, was
abandoned a little over a week ago.
Luckily he was abandoned at the right place so we could spot him. His
condition pulled at every sentiment and left us speechless. His front legs bent
outward. His right leg, obviously an old break around the ankle, had mended
crooked. The left leg was twisted in a peculiar way, perhaps after carrying the
weight of the right leg. His tail was the
shape of an upside down capital L and you could count every rib and
vertebra. Inside of this body was the most
gentle of dispositions; old eyes looking for warmth. Watching him, the way he moved and interacted
with us, I couldn’t help but think of Quasimodo. How could I not call him ....Modo. We spent this time feeding him and trying to figure out what to do.
