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  • There was never a time when someone owned a furry animal that they did not run their hand through it's fur at least once. Once isn't even possible, at least for me. And even if that animal is not owned, you might take on a longing to feel the fluff on a squirrel's tail, perhaps, scampering nonchalantly across your yard.

    Isn't that why pets are called pets?

    I think so. You don't want to pet the lizard, but all you want to do is snuggle the kitten. You might find yourself desperate to catch that furry, cute chipmunk that is just too fast for you. In the past,sadly, humans have killed for fur. They got rid of the animal and the joys it may have given or the life it may have lived, for it's glorious fur. That softness was not for comfort, though. Not for stroking. I was for fashion. The beautiful fur turned dull because the life was not there, but it still held fine patterns and some shine, so it's role was to be worn on ladies. Pretty and cruel.

    Have you ever been curious about what a raccoon's fur feels like? Or a deer? or a coyote? The fur is always more glamorous on a living thing, but It's fear that prevents you from reaching out and touching them, fear of being bitten, or else the animal is just to darn fast to catch, if you're brave enough to try.

    But for the fur you can stroke, like the gerbil or the cat or the dog, you find yourself relaxing as your fingers run through the softness. And even if that fur isn't that soft, you are content because the animal is content, loving you for the massage you took the time to give. Why wear the fur limp and dead when you can enjoy the time with the being the fur belongs to? Pets earned their name for a definite reason.

    And that relaxation doesn't just come from petting animals. The comfort of stroking the one you love runs through the generations of many species. It is the same as a cat licking her kittens, or just a mother slowly and lovingly running her fingers through her child's hair.
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