Home Is The Hospital

I have spent my whole life in hospitals, well maybe not my entire life, but since I was very young.
The hospital is like my first home and my actual home is like my second home but most people say a place besides their home is like their second home, not their first home. It would be an understatement to say that I am jealous of them. I would give anything to be able to spend more than a week or two at a time at home. At this point, my home is my one bedroom apartment in a not-so-good part of town. The only company I have is my puppy and my best friend who will stop by and make sure I’m still alive. She keeps me from getting too lonely though. Who am I kidding; I have no idea where I would be without her, probably in some ditch somewhere or in a box
under a bridge.