A plea for funds in form of a poem,
from David Wakeham,
trying desperately not to become homeless and be separated from his cats and dog:
"For those who like poetry, please find a more lyrical version of my fundraiser plea below.
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In the shadows of adversity, a plea emerges,
A whisper carried on the winds of change.
I, David Wakeham, a neurodivergent soul,
Humbly seek solace, a home to call my own.
Through realms of Australia, South Africa, and beyond,
I've tirelessly served, a beacon for the unheard.
In shelters and pounds, a voice for the voiceless,
Mending broken spirits, a balm for the wounded.
Yet now, I find myself adrift, eviction looming,
The weight of complex ailments, a tempest brewing.
cPTSD, ASD, chronic pain, and more,
A labyrinth of challenges, a path untamed.
But in this darkness, a light still flickers,
The unconditional love of my faithful companions.
Boudica, my Tonkinese queen, a regal presence,
Her purrs a symphony, a balm for my essence.
Badger a tuxedo cat, his fur a flowing river,
A constant companion, his love a gentle quiver.
Rīx, my loyal black cat, a shadow in the night,
His presence a comfort, a guardian of light.
And Missy, the brave pup, who fought tetanus's blight,
Her courage a reminder, to never give up the fight.
Through shared pain and fear, our hearts intertwined,
In each other's solace, true strength we find.
In their gentle gaze, my truest friends reside,
A family's embrace, with love as my guide.
They bring me light when shadows creep near,
A precious connection, reminding me to hold dear.
I seek not just shelter, but a haven of healing,
A sanctuary where shattered pieces can mend.
For in stability lies the strength to rebuild,
To tutor diverse minds, to complete a Master's journey.
Mr. Kitty, an old soul with wisdom deep and profound,
Inspiring my poetry, published a lasting testament to our bond
And Millie, with a zest for life that knew no bounds,
Her legacy a loving reminder that joy truly can be found.
In their eyes, I find the courage to persevere,
To battle the demons that haunt my waking dreams.
For they are not merely pets, but emotional anchors,
A lifeline tethered to hope, a bond that never severs.
So I come to you, dear stranger, with an open heart,
A plea for empathy, a call to action.
Your generosity could be the turning point,
A beacon of light amidst the encroaching void.
Every dollar a step closer to stability,
A chance to continue the noble pursuit of uplifting others.
For in helping those in need, we find our salvation,
A symphony of survival, a protest against systematic stagnation.
The scent of eucalyptus and petrichor linger,
As the sun dips below the horizon, a fiery finger.
The wind whispers through the gum trees, a hushed lullaby,
Rustling leaves like a thousand gentle sighs.
The soft fur of my companions brushes against my skin,
A tactile reminder of the love that lies within.
Their purrs and barks, a symphony of hope,
A melody that helps me cope.
In this tapestry of life, we are all intertwined,
Our stories woven together, a bond divine.
So please, lend your support, share this tale,
For in unity, we can weather any gale.
Together, we can secure a safe haven,
For a human and their companions, a bond unshaven.
In the darkest of nights, a single spark can ignite,
A flame of hope, a path towards the light."
David Wakeham, April 12th 2025
https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-david-pets-disabled-tutor-facing-housing-crisis
this post will discuss the passing of a beloved pet and what to do after that. It was very hard go write, so I recon it may be hard to read as well...
As I write this, Arwen is walking in front of me, sniffing as she goes, relaxing and enjoying the walkies. We're going a bit slower, she needs a rest every now and then, but she wags her tail, she comes for hugs... She's showing me she's having a good time. As I write this, I start crying and find out that I forgot my tissues.... Ah well... Sobbing mess it is...
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