A dozen summersOne Christmas, in 1959, McKuen stayed out all night, and all the next day. When he returned, Sloopy was gone.
we lived against the world.
I think when we invite animals into our lives we take on a sacred bond of trust, which we break at our spiritual peril. It’s not always easy, but we need to be vigilant.
People sometimes associate dogs with men – the bigger the dog, the better -- and cats with mad old women. But for me there is something rather appalling about regarding an animal as little more than an expression of, or an extension of, oneself. They have their own lives and personalities.
There is no doubt that when we domesticate animals we tame them.
But they also tame us.