I’ve always been a mess when I see animal suffering… Go figure…
The sight of a little helpless thing, being sad or scared, the effort an animal can make to survive, the horses racing or – as in WAR HORSE – finding his way home through war and hell, put me into pieces. Yet, I don’t want to avoid that pain because it reaches a part of me otherwise not touchable.
I’ve learned that, a long time ago, when Stradivarius violins were made, they used the cat’s intestines because the sound was most perfect. I always thought – as the Egyptians who consider them gods – that cats had something special, from I-dont-know-where. Carrying the music of Vivaldi, Bach and other God-sent musicians is a great privilege. So, next time you look at a cat, think about that…
Here are two photos: the fist one is about a bird mourning beside his dead buddy. I saw the video, it’s heartbreaking.
The second, it’s little Mickey who was on « animal death row » in the States and was supposed to be euthanized yesterday. He’s so helpless, weeny and afraid! He was finally taken to a foster home, but is sick… time will tell. He is now eternal, as part of the iCloud.
