Animals that not only move by their own free will and share feelings with people but also possess sight and hearing qualify as deserving of names.
Haruki MurakamiThen when dusk began to settle he would retrace his steps, back to his own world. And on the way home, a loneliness would always claim his heart. He could never quite get a grip on what it was. It just seemed that whatever lay waiting "out there" was all too vast, too overwhelming for him to possibly ever make a dent in.
Haruki Murakami