If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.
I could do terrible things to people who dump unwanted animals by the roadside.
There was no last animal I treated. When young farm lads started to help me over the gate into a field or a pigpen, to make sure the old fellow wouldn't fall, I started to consider retiring.
For years I used to bore my wife over lunch with stories about funny incidents.
I am never at my best in the early morning, especially a cold morning in the Yorkshire spring with a piercing March wind sweeping down from the fells, finding its way inside my clothing, nipping at my nose and ears.
I became a connoisseur of that nasty thud a manuscript makes when it comes through the letter box.