I would much prefer the companionship of a bird of prey.

To me, living vicariously through the heart of an owl would bring great satisfaction. The ancient soul of a magnificent creature such as this can only inspire wisdom, while whispering "wake up" to the sun as it creeps to life every morning. Perched a mile high, he sees everything...day or night.

"Where have you been this evening," would be my query every morning. "What sorts of wild events did you witness? How high did you fly into the midnight sky?

Did you kill last night?"

Unfathomable freedom, yet he returns to me out of loyalty every dawn.