For the most part I feel pretty fuckin useless.  I mean I spend my time taking care of the numb nuts at work and my home.  I don’t feel like I do anything valuable or that I help make the world a better place.  But these couple of weeks with Melvin have made me feel like I’m actually doing something good for a change.  Tending to his wounds and showing him people can be loving has been a rewarding experience for me. To have the Vet say his wounds are healing at a remarkable rate and he is looking brighter then ever just made my week.  Like a gold star for me.  Like someone was saying that I’m not as big of a screw up as I sometimes feel like I am.  I thought Melvin was brought into my life because he needed me, now I think he was brought because I needed him.