I'd like to speak up for Icile, in case anyone is still under the troll/ sock puppet delusion - I've known him for a few months and he is a genuine case.
And I concur with some of his questions. Anyone who knows me will know this isn't a new position for me. Personally I've cried over animal's deaths. And I mourned the loss of my cats far more than my husband (not death - I walked out on all three of them but I'd have taken the cats if it was fair).
I know when my babbas die I will mourn them more sincerely than any animal yet, just because they give so much back. But never, never, NEVER more than I've hurt over lovers, friends betrayal, the fear I have of a family member dying.
I'm just not that sentimental about animals. I'll look after them to the best of my ability. But they are animals. There seems to be a line drawn in my mind. For example it distresses me when I read people inciting violence against someone who was cruel to animals. I wouldn't call anyone deliberately cruel a friend, but I find it harder to condone deliberate harm to another human being. Maybe I'm just a hard bitch.
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