Dewey

I love Dewey. What could be better than a book about a library and a cat?

One of the stories the author, Vicki Myron, tells is how close Dewey was when she was recovering from surgery. She says (p. 192): "Nobody understood what I was going through for those two years; nobody, that is, but Dewey. He seemed to understand that love was constant, but that it could be raised to a higher level when it really mattered." I don't know about love between species, although I love Lightning and Mitzi, and they love me. Especially when I am in the vicinity of the can opener. But I do know about love between people.

I found her description of love beautiful - it is constant, always there, supporting us and fulfilling us. But sometimes, when things get bad - which they invariably do during life - love can be raised at a higher level. I think the lover can raise the intensity and expression of that love, and the loved can receive it in a deeper way.

What a nice quotation!