If you could only see Amigo the Cat asleep on my kitchen floor, as I type on the computer, look over every now and again at him, and see beauty and contentment in his recumbent form, you'd know, or at least could see, what simple, utter joy there is in being alive, having enough food in one's belly, and to feel safe.
All this is the essence of being loved, I believe. There may be more, but, for now, as I watch Amigo dream his cat dreams, that is enough for me.
Be seeing you.
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