The World I Know

Wisdom of a Pet

I like it when my humans pet me on the head.
I like my belly to be rubbed and scrubbed.
I like it, especially when I did good.

I like it when we go out in nature and explore the world like a captain and his first mate.
I like that nature to be wild and free, where I can follow the birds and the bees, smell the plants, and pee on them to let others know I enjoyed it a lot.

I like to come home wet and dirty and lay on the couch, close to my human friends.
I like them all to be there, home, singing, and cooking dinner so I can scoop a bite or smell its smells. I like fish the most, it’s so tasty and fresh. It makes me happy to hang around the place and roll in the grass and chase strange creatures that come across my wild nature.

I’d like them to be there, my humans. I like them to be close and to be in love.
I don’t understand why they would be mad or angry. I’m never quite sure if it’s about me or about something else. I hate those moments. Why would they, if life is so good and wonderful?

I hope they’ll stay home this time and not go away to some place I don’t know.
They always seem so down when they get back, like something or someone did something that made them upset. I don’t know who or what is hurting my human friends. If I ever come across the reason, i might use my teeth.

I think it’s these things, those electric devices with their loud noises and flickering images. I don’t like those things. I’d like to pee on them as well. It makes them shut up.

I like the early mornings and the late evenings.
I like it when the lights are off and no loud noises are heard and only nature provides us with its treasures.
I like the fireplace, where I can feel my ancestors and stare into the flames with my human friends. I like the stories that are told there. These are the most peaceful times, you know, when they are not distracted and when everything is alright.

More and more I am afraid, afraid that one day they won’t come back and that strangers will come who put me somewhere where I cannot recognize the faces anymore.

Each day I hear more strange sounds, artificial sounds that echo in the night and wake me up, alarming, like there is something wrong.

Each day the skies seem more filled with weird lights, from places I do not know, that let the stars fade or even let them disappear completely.

Each day I see fewer bees and other flying creatures, that can sit on my nose or that I can chase to other worlds.

Who is doing this to us?

I hope my human friends can teach them. They are so wise, they are my friends, they will fix it, right?

I like it when my humans “pet” me. Why else would they call me that?