It is instinct that causes us to find partners and breed (or not), but a driving force is certainly the inclusion of our DNA in future generations. I am not sure what it is that causes us to befriend other species and make them part of our families. It does not seem to favor our chances of survival, so I have to conclude that there is a human need to love, whether it be our own kind or others.
Take dogs, for instance. Or one particular dog--the hearth, the pivot point of our family for 15 years. How does this happen? One day you are bringing home a puppy with large uncertainties and no manners, who is basking in the wind of the car vent, and the next, you are curled around the bed of a very sick dog, with the fan trained right on his face, because he always liked it. Is that a suitable final hour of his life? I would like to think so.
His last week was spent in a place he loved, with our undivided attention, because we did not have to be at work. Within eight hours of our arrival home, he was too sick to stand and the prognosis was grim. We could find out exactly why he was sick, but we would not be able to do much to make him better. We made the hardest decision of our lives, and yet it felt right.
We will miss you Bailey--we signed on voluntarily for this sorrow but that does not make it any easier to bear right now.
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