RE: The Guinea-Pig Journal. No.2.
it's sad to think that we will all be attended to by machines in old age,
I suppose it is sadder to think of neglected dogs and so the Homie is a safer bet.
I guess the point is that the Homie equally inspires the old person to feel young at heart as might otherwise a pet dog. One might have to worry that they will be so full of energy that they will be asking for a real dog next! And throwing parties for all their rediscovered loved-ones and friendly neighbours and kindly carers.
Another consideration why the Homie is ideal could be that a happier old fogie makes for an easier object to care for. Try putting a toddler to bed with the Cuddly lost in some gutter somewhere....
One might be persuaded to worry a little about the Homie though, at a certain stage, in specific instances, (when in the care of a temperamental, mentally volatile person).... I mean it's not like they don't have feelings...
Look at these ones and weep:
lost – toy bunny
How can Love be forgotten?
Indeed, perhaps it can only be lost.
Dear Double Agent,
A veritable question of much value, my friend!
I recommend you check out my new post which raises an adverting finger to the problem with heuristical suppositions as made by our fellow commenter OV (see here). May you keep your question warm and well catered for to impregnate her with true wisdom.
Questions are the beginning to the end of any problem.
Thank you for your profound meataphysical inquiry.
Just look around and know it is so. We seldom lose our keys really; they usually turn out to have been placed somewhere we forgot about.
Negligence is forgetfulness and out of this most of us are born. We forgot to love and procreation just happened.
Many resources develop this line of exploration. If you lived in my area I would invite you to take a look in my library so that you might deepen your own thoughts on this spiritual reality with the help of another couple of thousand thinkers deeply concerned about our collective amnesis.