I’ve seen your type before. I see you on the side of the road; walking the streets late at night and early in the morning, scrounging for food and water. I’ve seen you look at me with wanting, curious eyes only to be frightening when I try to approach. I’ve seen you, your spirit broken and you’ve given up. Please know that your pain is my pain. Your hunger does not go unnoticed; your scares do not go unseen; your death is not forgotten and while you may not have been given the love you deserved, that all deserve, you will are loved now and in your memory I; we, fight on in your honor.
Sorry to be so depressing. I just sometimes am so overwhelmed at the lack of empathy in the human race. How can someone just hit an animal, any animal and continue on down the road as if it didn’t just kill a living, breathing thing. That’s what happened to my Maizey, someone just hit her, and kept going, like she didn’t matter, like she didn’t mean anything to anyone. How can someone pass by an animal, that is obviously is so much pain like they are not even there. That’s how I came about Milo, poor little soul, nearly hairless and starving. Then there are those that are rescued from being tied up at intersections, or kicked out of a moving car, put in a box and thrown into a body of water. I just don’t understand how some people come to be so void of compassion. Perhaps it was never there in the first place, or perhaps something horrific was done to them. But I do understand how it runs around, because any time I see these atrocities committed against a living breathing thing, I too believe that the person responsible needs atone for their sins, an eye for an eye. The people of this planet have an obligation to teach their children right from wrong, to help those in need and to have respect for all living things. While this breaks my heart, I am thrilled to know that there are people out there who do fight for their beliefs. I am happy to know that we can, I do not believe that we are too far gone, but it getting harder and harder to believe that. At the end of the day, there is only a four letter word that can keep people going – hope. Hoping things get better, hoping someone will do something, hoping the problem will go away, but hope is nothing without action.
That ends your PSA for the day.
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