thank you for for donating the soft fuzzy places to lay my pointy bones,
for helping the Nice People build the barn where I'm safe,
for the comfort of Frida's once-favorite rain jacket,
to the nice lady who stopped her car when I was lost and nearly dead in Oakland,
to the volunteer people who are my new family,
for the warm thoughts that come from people I don't know,
for the bully sticks that let me chew and chew and chew until I fall asleep,
never hungry again.
and for my new name.
I'm not 'Skinny Girl' anymore. I'm Miss Birdy and it's so nice to meet you.