I like all animals, but there are some that I enter into the veins and leaving no more.
They include Geneva, and a cat found in the street the day I brought my work to Trudy and now rests among the roses, will be for this or for another reason, the fact is that between me and Geneva fire something that goes beyond the human-animal relationship, I know and you know, we hear both. Geneva is a cat
unlucky and got hurt, very hurt, broke the femur and the shoes outside, I love it when he looks at me while I make the dressing, and I would like to do slices, but it does not, and I we understand you now. Looks
enough for us.
I love it and she reciprocates in many ways.
But I pose the questions:
with humans would have the same patience?
NO.
I can only say one thing:
today, between here and there, I have thirty of quadrupeds to love and who can love and who did not even have one, it's a dog waiting for him behind the door or a cat's purrs when watching TV or the computer ...
Well you're losing a piece of life. Do not miss
before ... but I can not ..
Ma. I work ..
Ma ..
Because only if you are able to remove but if you are the human and less alone.
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