“Alone and a victim of elder abuse, I called for help, and was told to find myself a place to live, because I would be forced to leave my own home within a matter of weeks. I did not accept that catastrophic scenario.
It was Christmas Eve of 2008. A gift you don’t want to receive!
I turned to my only mate “Nicky” my dog and stroked him lovingly for the next few minutes; it soothed my troubled mind, and Nicky returned a loving gaze.
It was summer 2009 and Nicky was poisoned and I knew he was dying and had given up struggling to live. I held his paw; his nose touching my leg as we gazed at one another and he succumbed to death. I cried for minutes.
He Nicky, my dog, was looking at his god [Me] and I could not save him from the evil deed of the someone who poisoned him.
Two days later I was given 15 minutes to leave my home; a home that I bought and paid for 50 years earlier.
From life to death for Nicky and for me From home to homelessness.
My God why has thou forsaken me!” About my dog and my god!