Some of my best friends never say a word to me.

Everything on this Earth is a product of evolution. We all traveled from there to here. From then to now. Impossible to ignore what happened during this lapse in time. When we were barely standing on our hind legs we hunted in packs. Dogs, not yet domesticated, traveled with us and helped during these hunts. After the nearly humans ate, they fed the dogs, their faithful companions/ And so the ourstory came together. I read, years ago, an article in Smithsonian Magazine which told this story much better than I am retelling it now and it added scientific evidence that a system of visual communication developed between our hunting companions and ourselves. Nowadays we go hunting to the supermarket and our companions remain safely at home. Humans are unaware of this ability, on a conscious level, but your alter ego is highly aware and communicates at times with our canine family. They know if we are sick even before we do. They emotionally embrace us when we are suffering devastating losses. This is why we love and cherish them so.