So I thought it would be nice to share a little story about the power of animals...
I'm 15, and frankly rather messed up in the head. And messed up in general. But I won't go into that detail seeing as nobody wants to read that..
My parents are...well. Kind of hippies. They don't like the idea of taking medicine for something mental, or anything unless its life or death. They are all about the natural wayyyy. *mystical flailing*
For...5 years now? I've had a cat. And a month ago I got my Betta, Earl. Since I got them they are my main reason of living. They make me laugh when I'm upset, my cat will come and cuddle me when I'm stressed or anxious.
Okay this is less of a story then just me rambling my thoughts but whatever.
I strongly believe in the therapeutic powers of animals. I do believe they can sense what we're feeling.
Now I do admit my animals are therapeutic for me, I know that if I died my cat would be put in a shelter and put to sleep, because he's not terribly friendly to new cats or new people. And Earl would probably be killed(by accident.)
But they are also very strong leading causes to me having mental breakdowns haha.. When my cat kneads me it hurts, (which he is tearing my pants as we speak.. I need these pants not to be torn they are my volunteer pants!) and in all honestly Earl makes me very upset sometimes. I was afraid I was stressing him out trying to get him out for a water change, he gives me MANY little heart attacks when he stops moving(I've woken him up so many times... I can't help it! I panic.), and the fact that he runs away from me and flares at me upsets me because I think I'm doing something wrong.
Yeah... That's kind of all... ^-^' I'm rambly sorry.