Dear Sir or Madame,
I am a zoophile. That is, I am one of thousands of Americans who enjoy an intimate relationship with a animal.
In my case, I have been living with and loving an Oberhasli (also called a "Swiss Alpine") goat, named Fred, for 10 years. When I first saw Fred at the Topsfield agricultural fair, it was love at first sight. I paid $300 dollars for him, on the spot. Ever since, Fred's strength, confidence, and affection have sustained me through some of the worst times in my life.
There is nothing like making love to your goat, holding him, and listening to rain fall on the roof of the barn. It is in these moments that I am the happiest. If Fred and our love were ever taken away from me, I fear that I would have no alternative but to end my life, just like the character in your latest comic strip. My goat is my life, my love, my very reason for being. The feel of Fred's hoofs on my shoulders as his horns press into the nape of my neck...that is home for me. Take it away, I would have nothing, no place for my heart to beat.
Anyway, I wanted to thank you for writing a comic strip about the strength of the love between a man and an animal.
J. Morgan
Wenham, MA
