Elisio Acosta
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When Mankind and Nature Make Something Beautiful
My landlord periodically places flowers outside on the grass or over a stone slate. I always wondered why. Was it to dispose of the flowers? Was it in memory of a lost pet? Or maybe it was a ritual of some kind. I’m still not 100% sure why she does this, but I have concluded that it’s probably because one of her animals was buried out there. She loves animals, like loves them. To the extend that she puts pieces of food out for squirrels and regularly puts food in the bird feeders. She knows the names of all the birds that fly around her house. No kind of animal is unloved by her. That’s why if an animal really was buried out there, it would be especially sad. She cares for every little sparrow and insect. So, the loss of a pet must have been so hard. A dog owner myself, I know how animals become a part of the family. I’ve had my dog for six years, and I’m proud to say he’s my best friend. He knows me better than anyone I know. You do so much with your pet. You laugh together and cry together. You play and train together. You talk to them whenever no one is around or will listen to your thoughts. They comfort you when you cry and kiss you to make you forget that the world can be a mean place. My dog senses when I’m about to cry and starts licking me like I’m made of peanut butter. To anyone else, that can be gross, but I know he just wants to lessen my discomfort and feel better. He’s my emotional support. To some, it may be strange to think so highly of an animal. To that, I say you haven’t had a pet, and if you have, you haven’t found your pet. The one you really connect with.
By Elisio Acosta4 years ago in Photography