To you

To you, the animals

The ones who taught me to speak, not through any audible language but a language only understood through touch
The ones that are discarded like waste paper, thrown out on to the roads, because they are females capable of carrying life within them
The ones who don’t have homes because they are not pretty enough. Or expensive enough. Or “pure bred” enough
The ones that do not expect any money in return, just a pat on their head and a few kind words in their direction
The ones that live a little while,
but make living all the worthwhile in that little while.

This if for you.