you sit there and you look into their eyes... they reflect everything you've ever done... it's like watching your history unfold... and yet you know that this runs only through your mind because they don't care... for them it is only the present... what will you do now... love me, hold me... appreciate me... that is all they ask... it seems like such a lot but it comes so naturally that you can't help it... you claim to not care and not to understand, but in those quiet times when no one is listening you find yourself talking to them like best friends... they listen and they don't judge... it's a relief and yet... always you feel like they are asking the questions... the same ones running through your mind... always they are wanting more... it is in their nature... you share and they snuggle... you keep close and they positively engulf you... their attention to every detail makes you wonder what you've been missing... they talk to you in a language that you are always on the verge of understanding... you only get enough to realize how beatiful they are and how precious they are to you... sometimes you can't tell who who owns who...
five minutes with cleo tells me all this... a half hour and i'm the most satisfied, happiest megs in the world because i've honestly found my best friend for the first time again....
it isn't that i don't love dylan... it's just that the complexities of animals, just like people, are unique.... everything has it's purpose.... cleo is my best friend....
