Harbor Seal

 

I recently met a harbor seal.

Her name was Rose and she was delightful!

She was soft and squishy and so very happy.

She clumsily galumphed around the aquarium deck and then playfully slid where she wanted to go. 

She followed directions sometimes but at other times she did exactly what she wanted to do. 

Her face was cute. 

Her belly button was cute. 

Her unneeded tail was cute. 

Her unique spots were cute. 

Her exhibit mates, Cerberus and Floyd, were cute. 

Her aquarium mate who performed in the sea lion show, Toby, was cute. 

Everything about the harbor seal was cute and brought me joy. 

And as I watched them galumph and swim and make noises and wave and roll over for belly rubs with their many pounds of blubber,

I suddenly knew: 

The harbor seal is my spirit animal. 

I suddenly understood:

The harbor seal is my Patronus. 

 

Oh, there are some differences between the harbor seal and me. 

Harbor seals are mostly solitary animals that simply share their space with others of their kind. 

I am a communal animal who likes to do life with people. 

And harbor seals are somewhat mean, with pointy sharp teeth. 

I like to think that I’m kind and that my teeth are strong but smooth. 

 

But I think that the pros of the harbor seal,

Like napping a lot, 

Far outweigh the cons. 

And for that reason, 

I have deemed the harbor seal worthy of being my spirit animal. 

 

The. 

End. 

 

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What about you?

What’s your spirit animal?

What animal is your light in a dark world? 

What animal recently has brought you joy? 

Please share. 

I’d love to hear.