Here in Honduras, it is stray dogs. In the Philippines, it was stray cats.
Even on the best of days, you can find a stray that sparks a passionate response. You wish you could do more. The injustice is evident. The pain is unmistakable.
Occasionally, you see a stray that is different. A glossy coat, wide girth, a loud bark or a sassy attitude.
What makes this wandering orphan so different to the rest?
Today, I saw that stray.
It reminded me of my walk. What makes this stray different?
With the despair of a walk without light or dressed in my Sunday best, I will only ever be a stray. I only pray that next time you see this drifter on the street, you see something different that reminds you of your walk.

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