I'm not sure how many people can truly understand what it means to love an animal with every aspect of your being. Coho and Rascal do things to me. When my body aches they melt away my pain. When my heart aches they take away my sadness. When I itch for adventure they yearn to explore with me. They're tender with me. They're strong wolf teeth don't bite at my fingers. Rather if I hold even the tiniest bit of food they'll delicately, slowly, bite onto it (as to not even accidently nip me). They'll instinctually know when I need a friend, and never pass by the chance to simply curl into the bend of my knees and fall asleep. They give me something a human never could. A sort of mutual understanding that things speaking the same language can't have.
