Funny how I am perfectly capable to always see my cat as a cat and nothing more, but it’s different with my horse. I admire my cat for his beauty and poise, I adore him for his playfulness and funny little quirks. I know we have a bond, even a deep one, but I never ever confuse it with human love. Our bond is based on needs, and I am happy that I am able to provide for his. He gives me back tenfold. But do I get upset when he cruelly kills a bird or suddenly attacks my hand when just before he enjoyed my caresses? No, because I know and understand: he is a cat, and what he does is just plain “catishness”. It is the right thing for him to do, and it is my job to maybe safe the bird (if possible) and take care of my hand and hurts.
With my horse I often get confused. I know he is a horse, and nothing more, but sometimes my old childhood fantasies still have hold of me and I think of him as more. I want him to take care of me, or to be understanding, or – blinded by his incredible beauty – see him as some mythical being with supernatural powers, instead of a horse who does horsey things as he is meant to do. But as he is now stabled so close by, I have some hope to get over the “spiritual-fantasy-thing” some day soon.
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