no doubt about it - i prefer animals to human beings.

and i knew exactly what i was picking up when i borrowed Dewey from the library. to many, it probably is just another book about animals (specifically, the cat), but it provided me the enlightenment i never even knew i was seeking, till now.

"...

That's life. We all go through the tractor blades every now and then. We all get bruised, and we all get cut. Sometimes the blades cut deep. The lucky ones come through with a few scratches, a little blood, but even that isn't the most important thing. The most important thing is having someone there to scoop you up, to hold you tight, and to tell you everything is all right.

For years, I thought I had done that for Dewey. I thought that was my story to tell. And that I had done that. When Dewey was hurt, cold, and crying, I was there. I held him. I made sure everything was all right.

But that's only a sliver of the truth. The real truth is that for all those years, on the hard days, the good days, and all the unremembered days that make up the pages of the real book of our lives, Dewey was holding me.

He's still holding me now.

..."

for the love of my life, teo dafei.