Target, feline therapist extraordinaire, is in. Photos: Ellen Whyte
Target is sitting next to me, purring up a storm, green eyes slanted with pleasure as I run my fingers through his fur. As he sighs with satisfaction and rolls over to show me his tummy, I can feel my own tension evaporate.
We’ve always been close but in the last 18 months, our roles have switched a bit. He used to rely on me; these days I find myself leaning on him.
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