I think animals feel. And they mourn, too. Mr Marble lost his brother last week. Yet he sits on the branch they climbed every day together. He is not climbing. Just sitting and watching.
His mother is still recovering from the fight with a dog, which killed her son. She lost one eye. She has occupied my pot with flowers, but I am not sending her away. It probably cools her.
Mr Marble is shy and just knocks around the pot with his mother in. In silence. He is not disturbing her like human kids. He respects her wounds.
And quite often I see him like this – watching in the direction, from which ran his dying brother. As if waiting him to appear again…
..and play together, as they many times did before. When all was fine.
- 18 Jul, 2012
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