There is something about these little guys that keeps me coming back to them. They, with their little bright blankets and irrepressible spirit, the ones who run to snatch their milk bottles and are forever ready for play. 

I wish things were different for them. That they had their families around, in a perfect world maybe they would, but for now I am just so glad that there are human beings that make them a priority and try and set right some of the horrible damage inflicted by others..