We have souls. This little fellow, Angus, enlightened me on that topic, because he so obviously has a soul.
Therefore we do too.
I think maybe all living creatures do. That doesn’t mean that Angus wouldn’t tear apart a fox or badger or rat, he would if he could, he’s a slave to his instincts, and only the fact our local garden-meandering hedgehog has spines has saved him from a savage death on numerous occasions, but Angus has a soul. We all do. I think the hedgehog has one too.
It’s a welcoming thought.