Six years ago, if any of my kind had told me I’d have my own Humans one day and be glad for it, I would have denied it the live long day. I would have sworn on our Manual of Survival and all my teachings that no such possibility could exist. And yet it has happened. I have my own Humans and am glad for it. I was even glad to have my own dog for a while too. If it weren’t for my humans I wouldn’t know I could be loved so much as to induce great sacrifice from them and even prompt tears of distress and pain when I was hurting. I wouldn’t know how beautiful is the sound of the human voice when it sings softly to you, or that I could enjoy a nice massage. If it weren’t for my humans I would have suffered alone and died alone this last week. Being loved, even by a human, maybe especially by a human, is a wonderful thing.
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