When someone tells me I can't love animals because I eat meat...
My grandpa used to take me fishing a lot when I was a kid. I caught a gorgeous perch, and since I was little, I couldn't take it off the hook, and it died. I felt so horrible and to this day, I still feel horrible.
I saw a kitten get run over a few years ago, and I felt so horrible. I wanted to run to it and hold it, but I couldn't. It ended up dying alone, and I feel so horrible for not being able to save it.
I wounded a kitten so badly when I was a toddler, and it ended up dying. I still feel horrible eventhough I didn't do it on purpose.
I still feel horrible and that I killed our little fish we bought a few years ago. I tried to do everything right, and he still died.
My Kiri had kittens years ago, and I touched one, and it later died. I felt horrible because I touched it, and I made it die.
When my dogs tried to get my cat, I got between them and got bitten pretty badly. I was so happy my cat wasn't hurt, and I'd gladly take bites to keep her safe. I'd rather be injured than my dogs and cat.
I love animals because they're better than people when it comes to my anxiety disorder.
I prefer talking to animals, hugging animals, kissing animals more than people.
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