Beast

Thu, 02/20/2014 - 22:10 -- steff03

Entering the animal shleter is a life changing event. Loud screams drowned out by the wrench of upcoming death. What is the purpose of killing animals? To make space for more animals to die? It is not their fault. Somehwere in heaven is a place where children play with all the pets who didn't have a say in their own death. It is a shame. I wish to become a vet. My love for animals has always been visible. They called me cat lady because I'd save the stray cats. It hurt. However, I did not let those kids get to me. I stayed true to my love. Those pets would not starve on my watch. Change must occur. More shelters, less abuse. More adoptions, less death. More humanity, less animalistic behavior. Just because a man kills a dog does not make them pure. Killing an animal should be cinsidered a sin. A kill is a kill. I stare in my backyard and when Beauty stares back with her bright orange eyes I know I did the right thing by saving her from that prison they call a shelter. I aspire to save thousands more. The eyes are the pathway into the soul. No eyes should be forced to shut with no voice. I think of those orange eyes of my dog whose name is Beauty but when you see her, you will only see a beast. But we are the beasts. Always judging on appearances rather than facing the truth. Sometimes the most gentle beings are the ones who seem the most violent. My dream job would be to pursue the justice of animals. There is no other joy than the love an animal has for you. They trust like no other. We just have to trust in them back

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