I just got home from a wonderful vacation with my niece and her husband. The hotel they were staying at apparently fosters dogs that need a home in the hopes that someone will rescue them.
They had the cutest dog there. Her name is Molly and she was 10 years old. Her owner died and she’s looking for a new home. She is so sweet, so gentle. And she really needs a home. Boy, I thought hard about it. I’m afraid my dog wouldn’t be any too happy to have us bring in another dog.
It got me to think about LGBTQ kids who are homeless. Who is going to rescue them? Their parents haven’t died but they might as well have. Their parents have totally rejected them and put them out on the street. People are appalled when a dog owner dumps a dog on the street. Where is that same sense of outrage when a child is dumped on the street? Where are the people lining up to “adopt” these kids, bring them home and provide the love and guidance they need?
I know it’s not that simple. And I have to ask myself, where have I been? Why haven’t I been the one to rescue one of these kids? I used to have an answer or an excuse. Today I don’t have either. I would be so quick to bring home a dog that needed a home. Why not an LGBTQ child rejected by their parents?