I hate it…
I hate it that I have to sneak around to feed the stray cats in my area.
I hate it that other people have the power to make me feel bad for doing something charitable like feeding the stray cats in my area (and spending the money to get them fixed so they don’t produce more unwanted kittens).
I hate it that people cannot find it in their hearts to be kind to other fellow living creatures.
I hate it that humans think that they own the Earth, that the Earth is capable of regenerating its resources as fast as we use them.
I hate it when humans play God with other living creatures, like torture animals just to see them suffer, like using puppies as live bait in dog fights, like making dogs/cats breed till they die in puppy/kitty mills.
I hate it that there are so many animals without homes.
I hate it that I can’t fully utilize my entire affinity towards animals to help them be rid of the nasty humans.
I hate it when people don’t try to understand why I (and other like-minded people) try so hard to be nice to animals and provide them shelter and food.
I was watching Oprah earlier and one of the segments was a story on how this family adopted this puppy, who was at death’s door. Police busted a dog fighting ring and rescued the pup in a crate. The pup was being used as live bait in a dog fight. His face was torn off and his skull was shattered. But he was still alive and the vet managed save him. Then this family saw him and fell in love with him and adopted him.
Oogy is now 6 years old (as of the Oprah show) and living happily with his family. And even though he was so cruelly treated by humans, he found it in his heart to bring joy to his family.
Can we humans ever match up to the big heart that this dog and the countless other animals who have been/are abused every day by our species?
I doubt it.
They can give us so much, if only we let them. But we choose to condemn them, before they can even show us what they can do, due to our ignorance and prejudice.