Touching story. Brought to mind the time I buried a road-killed cat when I was 10 yrs. old. Same tender, compassionate, caring energies. Blessings. And of course could smell to doob from here.
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Touching story. Brought to mind the time I buried a road-killed cat when I was 10 yrs. old. Same tender, compassionate, caring energies. Blessings. And of course could smell to doob from here.
Thanks for your wonderful comment of recognition MM - and not just the doob-aroma :D. Empathy and respect for life only really happened after I turned 40, when I began to extend same towards my self. Till that happened, I kinda zombied around numb, and would probably have walked by the little fox with a not much more than a sentimental and suppressed flutter of something I couldn't name. Respect to your 10 yr-old self that didn't walk past the cat!
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