There isn't no doubt in my mind that I am a better person because of
animals. I've love my ole pal, my good friend and good ole boy. They
stay in my heart even though they have died years ago.
Makes sense to me. A friend of mine strongly claims that a cat purring on your
lap or a dog sleeping next to you is more effective than a year's worth of
therapy and a whole jar of Prozac. Maybe this is true only with housebroken
dogs, though.I've read about political prisoners in
totalitarian regimes who help keep their sanity by befriending spiders and
crickets in their prison cell. Companionship with living beings is truly a
gift. Excuse me now while I go pet my cat...