Essence

Sometimes, when I pet my cat, he sits tall and slits his eyes, and looks for all the world as if he’s accepting what is due him. He purrs. He looks very regal. And I think, well, isn’t love due him? I’m beginning to think that the dignity that we find in every creature simply boils down to the right to be loved.

(Originally posted February 4, 2016)

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