JoAnn and I don't have a pet in the normal sense of the word. But we do have some pets in the natural world, a family of wild bunnies who live beneath our front porch and enjoy hanging out beneath the large blue spruce tree that grows not far from our front door. The bunnies also seem to really enjoy the grass in our neighborhood.
Call me a happy bunny watcher. No matter what may be going on in our world they revel in the experience of simply Being. They are a proud symbol of peace in a chaotic world. (Unless of course a dog or a cat or some other intruder draws near, in which case they get out of Dodge in a hurry.)
But here is what is special for me about our bunnies. Quite often, I will look out the window of our front door and I will see a bunny stretched out comfortably on the grass a few feet away staring directly at our front door. It is as if the bunny feels a connection with us. It as if the bunny knows he or she is loved and is responding to that love.
Our bunnies, as far as I can tell, harm no-one and nothing (except perhaps grass:-). I realize bunnies can cause problems in some situations, but in our particular case, especially as we age, JoAnn and I are immensely grateful for their presence in our lives. They are part of a larger whole just as you and I are part of a larger whole.
I am not separate from the bunny staring at me from a few feet away, he is not separate from me.
I don't know if this little ramble will stir some thoughts in you, but if it does please write. My love to you.