Pound Pup Legacy

I have a 16 year old Godson and he has lived with me and my 3 kids since his mum (my best and longest friend) hung herself on his 13th birthday. Ceejay has a dad who loves him to bits but sadly he fell apart after losing Ceejays mum and so as a temporary measure Ceejay came to live with us. That temporary measure turned out to be permanent. I have legal guardianship of him (needed if ever he needed medical attention and the likes) and he sees his dad whenever he wants (usually on a payday haha). They have a great relationship even though Ceejay chose to carry on living with me.

The touched by adoption post got me thinking (oh my head hurts haha). What a stupid pathetic lame saying. It is something a saint would say seeing and believing adoption is a truly beautiful thing. Get real. When I think of the word touched I think touched by an angel (god I love that program) or 'touched' in the head, a scouse saying for someone who is nuts, the gentle brush of a butterflies wing in the summer time.

There must be a better word than touched... I need to think

It was in my first year juniors when I heard the word adoption. Adoption, a word that has followed me like a bad smell ever since!

A child of the swinging 60s’
a mother all alone,
no one to offer any help
and a father marked unknown.

However, could she keep her child?
When all around screamed shame,
society frowned upon it
and along adoption came.

A problem to correct
decisions for them to make,
unfit, unwed mother
give birth for them to take.

Middle class wealthy family
the balance seems just right,
rid the shameless mother
leave her nothing left to fight.

Some of my first and most beloved jobs were in retail, where the subject of loss prevention was of critical importance.  However, thwarting shoplifters and sneaky employees pales in comparison to preventing real, lifelong losses like those in adoption.  I  never had to stop a mass conspiracy theft in the small stores where I worked, but that's exactly how I would categorize loss prevention in adoption.  When you're fighting to preserve a family, you're not fighting a small town, shoplifting teen.  You're fighting a massive, devious, and secretive criminal congl

I'm not sure if this is the right place to post, but I wanted to introduce myself to the members here. 

I did it again.  I made a seemingly random, odd and obscure connection to a theme that many see and recognize, but few write about.  I posted a sample of another person's writing about animals and their relationship to love and trust's growing pains.  [see: A Lesson on Love from Cats]

I'll be honest, I don't like cats.  Never did.  I also believe cats don't like me.  It's a Trust Issue, no doubt.  I was attacked by a cat once when I was babysitting a kid I didn't like very much.  Looking back, I realize it was the father I didn't like because he seemed creepy.  Ironically, the girl was adopted, yet I felt no personal connection with her because she liked cats.  All it took was one bad-experience with a vicious, scary cat, and I refuse to like cats.  Ok, I'm allergic to them too, but it seems most true-blue dog-people don't go for cat-people, anyway.  I don't make the rules, I just write about them.  Contrary to some opinions, humans ARE animals, as we sense things, we smell things, we feel things our minds can't always explain.  I believe such senses belong to a group called Instincts, and all kidding associations aside, I think the more we relate to animals, the better we will become as a single species.