This is what I wish for all of you: love and be loved, and this is how it’s done over here.
No matter how much I love my sister and parents (and uncles and other relatives and all my friends) and they love me back, they are far now and I mostly deal with love from and for my immediate pack. That is to say, my two be(a)sties. Let’s have a look.
Oh, and the reason why the little bestia is featured above rather than the big one is not because I’d love him more – he is just easier to photograph running naked in the grass. 😀
Here is a story from the early days of our pack when I realised that I’m a bestia too.
And naturally I love ours the most, but here is another kind of love story that warms my heart. You marry your best friend for whom you’d go till the end of the world. And then you go. Together. Lillian the Hope Poet tells what happiness is.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Beloved