Just saw a video of a dog and remembered cruelty man metes out to trusting animals. Another video from some years back, of two doctor interns throwing a dog down from a building top. The one I just saw was of a black dog with her mouth duct taped...cruel!
Why do people commit such heartless acts? What delight can there be in that?
We have dogs. Having them for fifteen years has brought me closer to them and I realise how noble they are. An animal is noble.
Personally, my dogs have helped me become slightly more accepting, a tad kinder and sympathetic to other life-forms. I have come to realise that we are all one family. My dogs taught me that. And they respond to kindness with all their liveliness. They dance the joie de vivre! Perhaps they are here only to speak the language of kindness, but we don't always understand that language.
Sometimes kindness and mercy have shape and form that are difficult to fit into our notions about those noble sentiments. If the intention is to do good, then that's all that matters.
We are born; we live and we die. In all the three phases pain is inevitable: birthing, life and dying are all laced with an associated pain. If we can do something to alleviate pain, we have, I think, justified our rationality. We have acted reasonably.
We, humans, who behave like Gods...! May be God has short hands—or, like Jagannath of Puri, has no limbs. He simply watches with those big amused eyes the eternal play.
Anyway, why these thoughts? I think I'm trying to cope up with an impending act of kindness towards someone who has spoken to me with his eyes the language of soul and love. Today we might have to euthanize him.
He has incurable cancer and I have very dwarfish hands. My eyes, however, are not amused like Jagannath's eyes. Mine are damp. I am only human . I feel the pang of loss.
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