Winter 1997

Spud

Life was bleak and dull - a life of solitary confiement. He could hear people talk or dogs bark, but no one came to see him except for seconds a day when someone threw him food. No visiting, no attention. Days turned into weeks then months then years. On hot days there was no pool to cool off in. There was no place to go and no one to see. His legs became more arthritic and crippled. It was difficult to walk. No one knew. Nonone cared. What was his crime to deserve this total loneliness? After three years a woman came to talk to him and to take him out of his prison. Someone really did care! He got medical care and he gets daily doeses of love. He can explore acres and acres of woods and pasture. He has friends. He can sleep in the house on the couch and it's okay. He never has to be alone again.