Last Wednesday the scythe of the Black Lady is inside my house, claiming the life of one of my family. A death foretold, but no less heartbreaking. I thought the screams of despair, the ones that leave you shaking and cyanotic and seem to never having run out, they were exaggerations desk study to make the vulgar sensationalism. Now I know that is not so ... not always, at least. And as far as you can prepare in the abstract, never ready when you need to make certain decisions when they arrive at certain times. You can think of, hoping that he acted for the best, and that the "yes" rattle through her tears was a last gesture of love and not an assassination, as detractors like to say euthanasia catholic (side note: interesting how In recent days, the Vatican-ano and associated baciapile are giving themselves so much to do to end religious persecution, specifying all the time "against of Christians. " How to say Muslims, Hindus and Buddhists can / should be mallets ad libitum. End side note). Such choices do not cancel the "I should-have-wanted 'present' only 'an end to untold suffering. It was not easy to decide, accept the necessity of the "yes". But there was nothing else to do. So, after fifteen years, I gave one last time to say good night my little brother, while the veterinarian to sleep. Wherever it is now, I am sure that my reference to deity have good care, nor shall always be an overflowing bowl of his favorite jelly, long daily walks and a comfortable and warm bed. You know how: Uzala, Cthulhu, and Odin is far from the Christian mentality, which denies the soul in these creatures, with all its consequences, including access to paradise. After all, according to our superior breed, dogs, cats and other animals are just "lesser beings". Obviously, we never focused enough to look into their eyes. When it happened, we bowed our own, embarrassed to see the reflection of our inadequacy, unable to support the view of who can give plenty of love without asking for anything but a minimum of affection and attention. In comparison with them, they go out with irreparably broken bones. Therefore logical that in the end has the feeling that certain laws are seemingly draconian, actually make sense, but poorly addressed. Like the one that imposes a couple of years here, the sterilization of dogs adopted from a shelter. The aim is to reduce the number of strays on the streets, preventing other unfortunate orphans end up in cages of a few square meters waiting for someone willing to give, or give, their home. Initially it made me arch an eyebrow and turn up their noses; why should I have absolutely sterilize my best friend? Is there really no other solution? Speaking to the volunteers of the shelter of Legnano, it seems no, since, on a regular basis, we have small families and little people at their door with boxes packed with puppies, it seems that most of those who adopt a dog does not know how they reproduce. And when the bang happens, you get rid of everything, including litter and parents, with an "oops" and a shrug. Just as you get rid of bulky items and unwanted now. As the Beagle puppy, reported in its kennel owner yesterday. Not because of a sudden and unwanted pregnancy, but because "pees, bites the furniture, barks, he wants to play all the time." A dog that acts like a dog, horror and disgust. Perhaps the poor victim of this evil on all fours was convinced that they were all good, beautiful and obedient as the Commissioner Rex. Or simply looking for an ornament shaped like a dog and have given a wrong address. Certainly has not been minimally disturbed by low ears, tail between their legs, humiliated by the look of the puppy. Disconsolate not because of having to go back in a cage a few feet and affection of volunteers, after six months spent in chewing the fake cheerfulness Manolo Blahnik of his former owner. I think the reason for such discomfort is not the understand why he should return to that life. What he had done so wrong? Because his master had failed to understand, to love the same as she did? Questions whose answers are all the haughty look of the beast, exit just minutes after downloading the package side of the kennel office adoptions, in its obvious lack of something that seem to mind. I looked at her, and now I think back to what they told the volunteers show up like that bounce the best friends you could ever hope to have because "the child is born to us, we did not notice that she became pregnant, barking - mordelegambedeltavolo-dirty. " Or even worse, "we are tired of having a dog". I thought and thought about all this, and finally convinced me that yes, it's just sterilize the animals that come out of kennels. We must do so as soon as they step out of the gate, with a rusty pair of scissors, the tip rounded and not sharp. Just because they might have on their own miserable skin, a tenth of the suffering they inflict on those creatures that deal and give up like they were toys. I think the best way to teach them something, hoping to touch a soul they are lacking with gestures and words is zero. So much is sterilization. But instead of the poor innocent animals, somministriamola beasts who deserve it really, whose bastard offspring will be a thousand times more harmful than all fours. Merits of the opposable thumb.
-Link of the Week: Looking for someone who loves you and do not really try to kill you for your inheritance, go here: http://www.protezioneanimalidilegnano.com/ or any other similar structure.
-The phrase of the week: "If we receive a dog on its last legs and you feed him, do not bite you. That's the main difference between a dog and a man. "(M. Twain)
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