The big cats liked their nap time—spent most of every 24 hour period sleeping. The dogs liked to run and bark—social creatures make lots of noise ...o tell their world—their pack—that the critter exists. The horses liked to eat and run. Herbivores ate low-quality food, nutritionally speaking. It takes a lot of grass to keep a horse healthy.As I dialed up breakfast for my four-footed family I remembered my dreams, sort of. The Sa'arm were not known to be farmers, nor were they known to practice. I didn't think I was really addicted to the smack, but I could have been. I'd done that shit on and off for three years, basically every chance I got, but that wasn't every day, or even every week. I'd never had the insatiable craving I'd seen in some of the whores walking Pike Street after midnight. And did I want it now? I didn't know. I wanted something though. I had to have something, and I pulled the sheet over my head trying to figure out what it was.She'd bitten me.How had I forgotten. After a while, I happened to glance down and saw what appeared to be a nice bulge in his trousers and it caught me off guard and when I looked back up to continue listening to him talk, I saw that he noticed me looking. I smiled and responded to him politely about what he was talking about (but to be quite honest I had no idea at that point what he was saying). So then I glanced down a couple more times and well, he noticed it again and stopped his end of the conversation and asked me "Is. I won't tell you where- you don't needto know, and it's not important. Point is,. I had a good life, I washappy, and everything was as good as good could be.Well, as good as good could be right up until it ended. I remember itlike it was yesterday- in fact, for all I know, it was yesterday. It wasa Tuesday afternoon, and the day of our fifth anniversary. It had beenraining in the morning, and it was still a little hazy outside- notenough to be dangerous, but just enough to be annoying. Anyway,.