When I was a child my mother caught me trying to steal the neighbors stray cat.
When she asked me why I told her it was because they always left it outside.
‘Well don’t they leave the shed door cracked open?’
‘Yeah but who wants to live in a shed?’
The second I put the thing down it ran immediately back around the cul-de-sac.
Straight back into that damn shed.
‘I don’t get it,’ and my clothes were dirty, my hands were torn from the fight, ‘why wouldn’t it want to stay here?’
‘Sometimes you’ve just got to let them make their own choices. You can’t save everyone and you’ll find some don’t really want to be saved. Usually that is when they need it the most.’
I felt beyond defeated.
‘Then what am I supposed to do?’
‘Leave the door cracked open.’