Dear Kari,
I am sorry I could not open your attachment, today.
It caused, somehow, my computer to freeze. Was it about a
cat, (your cat, maybe?)
Well, could you try to reduce the dimension of the picture so that
I will be able to open it?
I am curious now...
Although cats occupy only a tiny spot of our lives in terms
of the proportion of our different life-spans, love and respect between
us and them is a comforting reality.
Today, one of my colleague, young Victoria, said that when her cat died
she felt
as if "a sister" had died, (but a sister of a special kind, though,
patient and un-judgemental.)
Although her cat died years ago, she had tears in her eyes.
I know that some people find this kind of discourse irritating: some
prefer, (like another of my colleagues) to distinguish between humans and
animals. But I say: if we are ready to recognize the “animality” in humans,
why can't we equally recognize the humanity in animals?
I have met cats and dogs with great dignity. One day, in centuries to go,
people will regard us as primitive They will say: "Imagine! in the Third
Millennium, men still hold horribly cannibalistic habits. They had ghettos
for cows pigs and chickens. They had massacre rooms. And finally, instead
of wasting the bodies of their victims, they ate them. The ultimate vice?
They transformed the bodies of these cadavers in something pretty to look
at. They embellished death with bay leaves, rosemary, oranges.
The honest answer is? (Oh. but this is tedious, it is just that now I am
affected by my cat's poor destiny. I do not even have the justification for
my obsession of being an old lonely lady...)
erminia
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