I didn’t give birth to them. I didn’t gestate for nine months. No, really, I didn’t. They have four legs instead of just two. They are covered in fur instead of skin. They don’t have thumbs. They don’t speak…well, not English anyway. But, they love me immensely. I love them even more.
When they are sick, I will take care of them. I will hold them and love them and do everything in my power to nurse them back to health. I will. And if you cannot understand that, I really don’t care. You want to have a problem with it? Go ahead. Have a problem with it.
I. Don’t. Care.
Whenever they need me, I will be there…whenever…every time. Why? Because, “…inasmuch as you did it to the least of these, you did it to me”.