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I was out visiting Flo's grave when Flower (see below) noticed me sitting in a spot where humans do not sit normally. She ambled over, grunting softly until she was standing right next to me. And we both stared at Flo's grave. Flower poked around the grave a bit, felt enough mourning had occurred and gently nudged me. I got up, dusted off my pants and started walking back to the barn. I had a porcine friend the whole trip back to the barn.

Sometimes I wonder about the inner lives of other animals. What do they feel? Think? Experience? Their world is so different and yet I find sparks of sameness at every corner. I'm sure Flower knew there was a dead body in that ground, maybe she knew it smelled a little like a goat she once knew, maybe not. I doubt there was anything deeper than that. She seemed uncomfortable with my tears, a little unsure of how she was to behave. Perhaps for her, she just wanted me to get up and move away from whatever was making me sad. She was persistent about it too. The reason isn't important. The connection, that is important.

Flower smiling in the mud


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Aug. 26th, 2009 11:53 pm (UTC)
When my last rat (Harry) passed away six weeks ago, I was holding him in my hands and crying very loudly. My older cat, Starbuck, clambered onto the bed next to me, rested his head on my leg and licked my hands and gave a big sigh. He sat with me until I stopped crying and got up.

You are right - the connection is what is important. You don't need a shared language for it.
Aug. 27th, 2009 01:47 am (UTC)
I rescued NSP on the evening of a particularly devastating break-up. That night, as I lay crying in bed, NSP jumped up on my chest and started head-butting my forehead and purring like a maniac...a fairly brazen move for a new acquaintance, but my tears instantly dried up. Over four years later, NSP still comes running whenever I start to cry and sticks by my side until I'm calm. He's a good fella to have on hand, that one.
Aug. 27th, 2009 03:52 pm (UTC)
this is why animals make such great friends. they know something is wrong and they want to help. puppy is great for letting me hold him or lean on him while i cry, and if i'm sick he'll come lay by my side and be mellow until i feel better.
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