I’ve never reblogged another person’s post before, but this one is special. The last paragraph says it all.
Think about this for a minute. What it is to have a dog, another species, for a friend. A companion who will be there with you, day after day, asking little more than something to eat and a safe place to live.
I can take my dog’s leash off and know that she’ll return to me. She will chase critters, smell good smells, snack on fresh grass or play ball, but always with an eye on me. When she is done with her most current adventure, we’ll go home together.
I can ask her to come to me and remain by my side, and she will choose to respond because it’s our habit to cooperate with each other, even though she has freedom to choose otherwise. Yes, I trained these things but she does not follow my requests out of obedience. She follows because it works for both of us…
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I had a fur baby friend for 17 years so I can appreciate what this essay expresses so beautifully.
I absolutely love this