I adopted Oliver more than eleven years ago. In that time he hasn't just taught me about pet ownership. He's taught me how good it feels -- how necessary it is -- to care for something.
The other morning he woke me up to feed him. Adam didn't even stir. Five minutes later he howled to be picked up on the bed. Oh, he can get up by himself. He just sometimes chooses not to.
I picked him up and that was it for me. He went right to Adam -- his favorite -- and instilled himself on his pillow. Then he leaned his head against Adam's and began purring like a diesel engine.
I love him. That's why I don't throw him against the wall for not loving me best.
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