And so moving…


I am struck by the mystery of the connection we, as humans, have to animals.

Why are animals seemingly more important to some of us than others?

Do animals feel what it appears they feel, or are we anthropomorprhizing, seeing what we want to see?

I think it’s dangerous to think of animals as less than, especially those animals with larger brains than ours.

How can we know, with certainty, what they feel?

Equally mysterious is what they feel for each other.

Do they comfort, as we try to?

Do they love and grieve?

Do they hope?

Do they recognize our love for them?

Am I the only one who wonders about this?