Even the ones who are not fuzzy help.
When Halla tragically died, grieving hubby was useless for comforting me.
So, I got Bob T Boa out of his house and just sat in the kitchen with him.
Instead of his usual rambling around, he pressed his face against my tear-streaked cheek and then gently enfolded me with his 8 foot self and “hugged” me for a good half hour, constantly nuzzling my face.
I have no idea how much he understood, but it was the only time he’s ever done such a thing.
It really helped.
Your snake pets seem to have as much empathy for you as you have for
them and your lovely puppies. That story is really very heartwarming.
Ophidiophobes begone!
Great story!
Oh, Sal’, that’s lovely. In our human intellect, we think we know the nature of other animals; but, in reality, we can’t know. Most of the time, we don’t even understand each other.