Poochie was recently laid off, along with ten others, and is living in Chicago. She’s now in a border house after living on the street for two years.
She’s making progress–guarding and taking care of herself. But it’s still hard. Sometimes she doesn’t eat, and sometimes shelters are full so you have to sleep outside. Life is simply about surviving for her.
As she told me about herself and the progress she’d made, a passing train drowned out her words. It was perfectly fitting reminder of the words spoken on the street so often from the overlooked.
They’re speaking, but we’re not listening.