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Finnegan is lying next to me with his upper body draped across mine, his head on my chest, fast asleep. He's pinning my right hand to my side, so I have to type this one handed, but I don't mind. The fact that an animal, a predator, particularly one who spent the first 3 months of his life on the street, trusts me enough to do this is nothing short of awe-inspiring.