I wish I can say life has improved since last writing but when I thought things couldn’t get worse it has.
It is coming up to the anniversary of being medically dismissed from a job I once loved which snowballed into losing my home. I turned to people I once considered family and friends for help but one after one they shut their doors in my face, not wanting know or to be associated with a ‘jobless and mentally unstable person’ as one so politely phrased it.
The only positive force in my life at present is my rescue Patterdale Terrier Drake named after Sir Francis Drake a Royal Navy Admiral and pirate suiting his personality down to a Tee. Found as a stray with his litter mates tied in a plastic bag and left to die on the streets of Tipperary, Ireland. Too young to be separated from their mother, only three survived and after spending time in a shelter being over looked by many of potential adopters was brought over to England where we met after three days of him being in England.
It was love at first sight and I am proud to say he picked me to be his human mum. It was a challenge at first, he had never been in a house before and was terrified of going through door ways, he wasn’t toilet trained either and his long journey from West Ireland left him terrified of car journeys. But despite his rough start in life he is the most loving, loyal and happy dog I have come across. We rescued each other!
Drake is the sole reason I have carried on despite losing everything else, but even that is under threat!
I am deemed unable for independent living thus my Psychiatric Care team and local council wants to relocate me into supported housing with onsite care team…but all without my sole reason for living, Drake.
They want to separate us, but I rather continue living the streets and sofa surfing to stay with Drake. I refuse to let him be past from pillar to post, from foster home to foster home. In his thirteen months of being on this earth we have been together for the last seven months and I will not break his heart.
Being homeless has made me appreciate some things people take for granted like a warm meal, sleeping in the dry and on a real bed or even having a wash. It has also made me see how horrible humans can be, having been attacked for simply being a ‘bum’, being exploited when desperate for warmth and shelter, being classed as inferior as mothers point me out to their children telling them I am scum but the biggest kick in the teeth is constantly being watched by security and law enforcement officers as they automatically assume I’m there to break the law.
Even though they want to separate us I
choice putting up with the worst of humanity and remain on the streets just to stay with him. Without a doubt, without Drake I am dead!
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