Oct 2, 2015

Humans are such odd creatures,  and so blessed,  to have pets.

We,  as animals,  keep animals in our homes and lives and hearts.  And for what?  Something to love, and to love us. Something that understands us,  but cares nothing for our world of upset and woe. Something to see beyond our perspective.

I admit to being a sucker for animals of any kind. I would have an entire menagerie,  if I thought I could take proper care of the honorable beings. But I know I cannot,  so I have beautiful,  and feisty,  feline companions,  a white wolf who acts as my familiar, four other canine nephews of all shapes,  sizes,  and ages, and a silent serpent who loves to entwine himself.
I have the gift of missing their presence when we are away. And the honor of being welcomed home upon our return.

I am so blessed.

As are we all.
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