We want so much to compare our Dylan…to THE Dylan. He came in like a hurricane, our Dylan. All fight, and anger and defiance. One could imagine his voice to be raspy and rough. If he wore clothes, they might be worn and tough…all leather jacket , jeans and motorcycle boots. His cat condo a prison to his very soul…inspiring lyrics that will be remembered for years to come. And, he had been abandoned at our door too, an actual shelter from the storm…someone get this cat a harmonica! The days and nights of angst and unrest slowly turned Dylan into…well….the un-Dylan! With his smokey coloring and world weary eyes, he still has the look for sure. But the swaggering walk…well, is more of a …..meandering stroll now. Dylan is simply not tormented by prose that he must turn into amazing music. Dylan would like…a snack. Dylan would like a friend. He wouldn’t mind a soft bed and someone to love him. Someone who would be ok with his need for a kidney friendly diet due to early stage renal disease. A window to look out, his fur softly blowing in the wind. Not the stuff of epic ballads, but the stuff that makes our Dylan, maybe your Dylan know that he no longer needs to know how it feels to be without a home.
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