My dog had surgery yesterday. I was not prepared for the long line of blue sutures running down her neck. When the vet handed me her leash and a bottle of pain pills he said, “she was a good girl.” The label on the bottle reads “2 tablets every 12 hours until gone. For pain.” My husband lifted her onto the bed, so she could sleep with us. She slept so quietly I kept feeling her chest to make sure she was breathing.
The president has a zero tolerance policy toward immigrant families crossing the southern border. When the president went to the border he said, “do not come here. We are full.” The country was not prepared for the long line of asylum seekers. Children are separated from their parents and pictures show toddlers sleeping on a cement floor with a single mylar blanket. Who will feel if they are breathing?