Death
Yesterday I discovered that one of my sister’s kittens was dead. We don’t know for sure what happened, it looked like perhaps the kitten had tangled with some other animal, and then went and curled up, went to sleep and never woke up. It was sad, as that kitten, that I had named Buddy, was my favorite among my sister’s cats.
The death of an animal is always sad for me, as my heart lies with the animals. Some more than others, as it is the special ones that grab my heart. The ones that have been abused, or neglected, or the animals that show a special something. That was Buddy. He wasn’t abused, or neglected, and yet there was a special something about him.
There are other animals here that show a special something. My sister has some rescue horses that she keeps here. One is named Alice. She is a beautiful bay, with an incredible mane on her that I would love to get my hands on to comb out, and I would love to take a brush to her, and brush all the mud away and make her coat gleam. She is nasty and bad tempered. I would bet a $100 that she has been abused, even though we have no background information to that effect. Despite her bad temper, if you look into her eyes, you, or at least I, can see something special there. She hides a kind heart beneath her biting and kicking. I can see in her eyes, that she wants someone to love her, and care for her, though she is afraid to take the chance of being hurt again. She is smart and funny, and really has a gentle soul, if you dig deep enough for it. I would love to have her, to give her that chance to trust someone, and to know that that trust would not be broken. For her to know that not all humans will neglect and abuse. Perhaps it will happen, I’m not sure, only time will tell what’s in store for Alice. Incidentally, I don’t call her Alice, because the name does not suit her, I call her Mama.
I do not comprehend some people’s attitudes towards animals, probably because my heart lives through the animals. I feel their pain at being abused, neglected, and abandoned. I do not think just because an animal is not perfect that it should be put down. Someone I know recently got some baby chicks, and one of them has deformed feet, he said that will be the first one in the stew pot. I do not understand this, and it hurts my heart. If I can, if I can figure out a place for this chick, I will take it, and give it a chance at life. All life deserves a chance to live, even if they aren’t the perfect specimen of their species. Just because the chick has deformed feet does not mean that it can’t get around, or that it won’t be a good layer, or that it won’t be a good chicken. But then I had a pet chicken before named Goldie. She was not a perfect specimen of her species either, as she had been picked on when she was young, and almost died. It was only the faithful doctoring and love by my sister and I that she lived at all. She was not a good layer, but she was my friend. She liked to be held and petted. Maybe that’s not a requirement for some who have chickens, but she was a special friend to me. I hope to do the same for Atty, which is what I have named the little chick with deformed feet. I truly hope that I can help it, and be able to keep it, so she/he has a chance at life!!
Well enough rambling I suppose. On to more work.
