I dont mind killing millions of microorganisms everyday nor do I mind slaughtering chickens whom cant think outside of instincts.
I would however mind killing smarter animals.
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i do not know if my dog loves me, but it brings him peace to be near me. i provide him a sense of security, and he throws himself over me that i might never leave.
much like women do tbh. i don't know if they love me either
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>taking it literally
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if i had said semantic meaning, i, or probably anyone else, wouldn't have had a clue what i was talking about, and then lilin couldn't rate my positivity on it
the only difference between animal intelligence and our own is we have the capacity to share ideas btw. animals even down to dogs show incredible world-building, which can't be instinct or whatever, but rather must be creativity/learning. the only thing we can reasonably say they lack is some notion of a hereafter, which might explain the lack of some of those behaviours you guys are talking about, and that would come from the exact same sort of thing. but it's just an idea that was never had. love, family, religion, nationalism, all that, it's all just to push back the void, pain, nothing much different from anything animals do, but a little more inclusive
My mom always tells me about how Samantha adopted me as her own when I was born. She was a really weird cat.
Like, she had been shown to be jealous of another cat when she was younger (she was 5 or 6 yrs when I was born) so my parents were scared she would get jealous of me too and kept me away from her, but she kept going over and sitting in the spot I had been every time they moved me. I don't know exactly what happened to change their minds, but eventually they must have gotten a clue.
She was a constant black lump of fur in the first 10 years of my life and she very much had a personality. I don't know what a soul is, but I love Samantha like a third parent and I wish she could have lived longer.
She was also the one cat out of our 4 that didn't really care about going outside. All the others had to be trained not to leave the fence, but Samantha apparently went outside for the first time, zipped around the perimeter of the yard, and never really took initiative to pull those shenanigans afterwards. She would always go outside and eat grass if I went out, though.
this is an incomprehensible sob story that I can't word because I can't english
