Being an animal lover, I have often speculated on exactly what the defining difference between animals and humans is. What is it that makes what one being does "animalistic," and what the other being does "humanistic?"
Throughout my life, I've met and been involved with a lot of animals. Whether they were technically human or not is another question. I've met humans with every advantage in the world, intelligent beyond the norm, who were the crassest, basest beings I've ever met. And I've been involved with animals from the most desperate conditions who were only "voice boxes" away from being able to talk.
The ability to communicate with verbal language is one defining difference. That has to be said carefully, because, according to an old linguistics professor I had a thousand years ago in college, animals cannot communicate with us. Come on. What a waste of an education that man had. No, they cannot, in English, say, "How do you do this morning?" But I think everyone who has had a pet knows when their pet is happy to see them. They are able to express emotion, which is right next door to communicating openly and freely, and quite frankly, is absolutely impossible for many humans I have known.
Psychological make up is one place that I've found a very defining difference. There are many different psychological behaviors that animals and humans have in common. For instance, obsessive/compulsive disorder. Consider the human who locks and re-locks his front door 5 times and compare him to my friend's dog, Emma Lou, who walks around with a large rubber bone in her mouth and will not tire, cease or desist from baiting you to play "fetch" with her. She is interesting in being fed, she takes care of her daily dietary and bodily needs, but her main focus in life is getting someone to throw that bone.
Seemingly unreasonable phobias is another. Come a thunderstorm, both of my dogs will be in my lap, or as close to me as they can possibly get. Come a severe thunderstorm, my border collie will stand at the sliding door and ferociously growl and bark at the storm, coming back repeatedly to me to let me know there's a monster outside the door.
Of course the list of human phobias is practically endless. Fear of heights is my main one, ironic for a girl who loves the mountains. I have to say, and this may reveal some deep, dark secret of mine, I love to look off of a mountaintop, but I find myself with the most unnerving desire to fly off the precipice and coast like some hawk or eagle. Or try to. This is a girl who, watching an advertisement for a theme park, will suffer actual vertigo watching people go up and down on roller coasters.
There is one huge difference I've noticed from my 15 years in the medical field. Animals do not delight in disability. We do. If I've seen it once in medicine, I've seen it a thousand times, and yes, in myself also. We hold on to illness and nurture it. We use it as an excuse to not get up. We wallow in our illness, becoming very encouched and comfortable in our disability. Very different from the little dog I had to lose earlier this year. She had every disability in the world, and tried tirelessly to be the dog that she was regardless of whether she could move freely or not. And she did become depressed, however she was always ready to change her mood. She would cry sometimes, from frustration I would guess, because it was always when she had gotten herself stuck. It was the most heartbreaking, lonely sound I had ever heard. Her little mouth made the most perfect little circle, and all of her heartbreak would just pour through. I could never get to her fast enough when I heard this song. It was an unbearable thing for me to hear. But the very instant I touched her, it was gone, replaced with the joy of being picked up and cuddled.
I have had pets who have faked having a hurt paw for a little attention, but it is never like a human being does. I address this, because I see the tendency so much in myself. I have surprised myself on many occasions when someone has asked about my health and I found myself launching, quite happily, into a detailed description of all my latest health complaints.
I wonder if this difference can be explained because we have the ability to recognize that there is a distant future. There is instinct. Animals, I think, can surmise that a danger could be present, for instance, the canine practice of circling the nest two or three times before lying down. But I don't think this is the same as realizing that tomorrow may not come. Much like a teenager, I'm not exactly sure they can realize they are not invincible. My greatest pain with my little dog was knowing for sure that she was totally not ready to go. Neither was my father despite the tremendous pain he was in. My mother, on the other hand, I think was done with this world and with us and only wanted to be with my father again.
Despite my professor's belief that we are so much more developed than animals, I think I have to side with the four-leggeds on this one. There's a whole lot of reasons I find myself vastly preferring four-legged company to human, unless they are humans that have great relationships with and great respect for the four-leggeds. After all, we are all related.
