When I walk in the door after a crazed day, I feel an immediate sense of love, relief, and peace wash over me.

It doesn’t come from a boyfriend, or roommate. It doesn’t come from the leftover scent of my “relaxation” scented incense, or even from the bottle of wine waiting on my counter.

It comes from the clumsy furball head-butting my shins.

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Editor: Catherine Monkman

Photo: elephant archives