Nina, eloquently spoken (written). Your words are very encouraging. I, too, feel as though sometimes the love I feel for animals is overwhelming--or I guess that the resulting pain I feel from their suffering is overwhelming. I was visiting my husband on a job site, and saw all the mama pigs in this farmers' barn lying down in crates too small to even turn around or move back and forth. I was so sad for them. In the winter, my husband makes those crates; he makes the confinements; in the spring/summer our largest pay checks come from the waste products of these confinements (expensive fertilizer). And yet I don't love him less. I don't even want him to do something else. I guess I feel that he is only answering a need, not the one promoting it. I'm rambling and I haven't even mentioned the baby calves too, who, like your little finch, are so full of life and promise in the springtime--not knowing their soon fate.
Sometimes I cannot bear the intolerable cruelty that animals suffer--animals that feed our families, our friends, but then I read what you've written, and I know that the little things we do make a difference. Sometimes I feel as though I'm not doing enough, but I'm doing what I can and what I can afford. Kelley, my heart goes out to you. There are so many inexplicable things that hurt us. Poor Hobo--at least he knew love if only for a short while. Melissa -----Original Message----- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of Nina Sent: Tuesday, April 24, 2007 10:05 AM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: Lost a kitten Aw Honey, who do you think your kidding with the "having more time to get attached to" stuff? :'( Losing the little innocent ones is so very hard to bear! I woke up with tears in my eyes this morning over the loss of such innocence. Yesterday morning I was admiring a perfect little finch bathing on the dew of a leafy shrub outside my window. The sight of this tiny little creature and his flittering friends, so full of life, so close I could have reached out and touched him, brought me such pleasure. When our eyes met, his contagious delight in the coming of Spring welled up inside me. In that moment, I shared with him the joy of being alive. I thanked that little bird and the Universe for allowing me such a close communal with a fellow creature and went on about my day. The perfect little body, lying so still and warm in my hands, proudly brought to me by Ursula later that day, could have been the same tiny fellow... I know all too well that in our moments of loss and pain it can feel like a curse to love so much and so freely. As if our admiration for life somehow has something to do with the inexplicable course that life takes. But it's not a curse, and it's nobody's fault. It is our calling and it is a gift. A gift to us and our gift to them. We may never know why they aren't granted more time in our world. But I do know, and of course you do to, that in connecting with them, be it years, months or mere moments, does make a difference, to their lives and to ours. Bless you and all those that touch your life, With love and sympathy, Nina Kelley Saveika wrote: > A little 2 week old orange tabby named Hobo. He didn't have anything > obviously wrong with him, he just died.:( I hope this is the only > kitten I will lose this year...but I know it is not.:( Paws crossed > for the older ones that I have had more time to get attached to. >
