There is a tree near a path that I take when I want to go for walks outside of my neighborhood. Today it was 104 degrees outside, and they where cutting down the tree. I live in a desert type climate, AZ area. I felt really sad for some reason. I went home and cried for a half an hour afterwards. It felt like I list something.
When my family and I moved here around a year and a half ago, I'd go on walks alone to cool down as things are tense at home. I'd sit under that tree when I wanted a break from hiking.
I felt really like, i lost a best friend. I only ever felt that way about a plant when my garden of tulips and petunias where ripped up by the neighborhood kids when I was a preteen.
Is there a certain reason for this? I know my ancestors believed in animanism as they where native Sami. I cant explain why I feel so sensitive when a plant or my pet fish pass away.