everything has a soul

Elizabeth - Lacey, Washington
Entered on January 14, 2009
Age Group: Under 18
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Everything has a soul.

As of everything around us, it’s significance of its existence gives life in the trees and everything that seems to have life. Within everything that is life has a mind of its own and has a spirit or a soul. For with in my belief anything in the higher power that was created by him or what ever belief may become of it, God for instance. His creation gave life and within life are feeling, thought, smell, and sight. Feeling gives thought sight and smell. I’m a person and I believe that I have a soul everyone does, but what about my cat?

As I grew up in a Christian home, not so pleasant, I’d say. A teen, hard life, needing a job, needing to drive, and starting on life by myself. My cat is my life, for her curiosity always brings a smile to my face brightening m day and her point of view in the house is everything is hers. A four year old spoiled, cat. When ever I pick her up, the purr that comes out of her gives me the type of feeling I can’t really explain, for the big eyes that look right back at me feels like she can read my mind and that there is something else there, rather than just a big ball of fur.

As I come home from school, she’s the first thing I go to. I always expect something when I come home, getting into trouble while I was gone like turn into super kitty with a plastic bag or tried attacking the fish that’s in my brother’s room. I would see Peanut cuddled on her claimed blanket on the couch, which was mine, and lets me pick her up and doesn’t sign a meow to let her down. Thoughts of missing her when her short nine lives comes to an end rummages through my mind. “I would miss Peanut when she dies and lives in heaven.” I say happily. “For animals have souls right?” the answer I got wasn’t what I expected and that’s how everything went wrong. Those words pierced my heart and shattered, in the bible is says they don’t, it always has to go by the book. I stared at my mom in shock, and within minutes millions of questions came to mind. Why would God create something so beautiful in the world all around and it has the unique capability to think and respond to an action and a feeling and it doesn’t have a soul? God created something and throws them away like they weren’t anything. I was devastated and ran to my room with peanut in my arms crying. This I strongly believe for every time I look into big green eyes, this living being has the unique ability and personality to have a mind of its own like me. I would give my soul for her. This is my belief.