Thursday, May 13, 2010

This old fellow, blind, now sleeps in his front yard, wrapped against the early winter chill. Cello and I walk pass him quite regularly these days and he raises his head to greet what he cannot see. "A good old dog," his owner told me one day. "A wonderful friend to our family." Now he rests where he can do no damage. I have grown more and more aware of how badly animals have fared in our human world--dragged, prodded, pulled, against their will, our constant battering at their dignity. It is all connected, isn't it--arrogant States and arrogant corporations and blinded armies, assumed gender and racial superiorities, all tied to our certainty of the power and right of our will. I wish this old fellow a good journey, he is loved and safe and one day he will be gone from his patch. I honor him.

3 comments:

嵇ImogeneL_Spielman said...

如此活躍的文字, 妳好棒哦! .............................................

K. said...

There's a very good film, at times both joyful and at others horrifying, called Dark Waters Rising, a documentary about animal rescue in New Orleans after hurricane Katrina.

俊宏 said...

Constant dripping wears away the stone. 滴水穿石!加油!.............................................