I am reading Dominion, The Power of Man, the Suffering of Animals, and the Call to Mercy by Matthew Scully and this paragraph, one of many touched my heart today.
Matthew Scully writes on the mules and the way they would frolic for months after being down in the mines in the cruel darkness years ago in the coal mines in the late 1800s.
There is nothing fanciful here. It is hard realism, facing facts about suffering both human and animal. Whenever any animal is locked away, or treated cruelly, or hunted or trapped, that is what we are taking away, the grass and trees and breezes and the sun. Whenever we reach down in mercy to spare one, as only we can do, that is the gift we are giving back, and what a beautiful gift it is.
Readers, I cannot tell you how our fur angels bless my life daily, they have an innocence in their faces I cannot describe thus the term fur angels. Most of ours are rescued but one, Charlie would cower down when I would reach to pet his little head, some one had hurt him and now he is a love-bug...Buddy above is gaining our trust and we refer to him as the Lion form the Wizard of Oz, for this large angel is most timid dear ones...He now follows me everywhere and will sit on my feet literally... So precious. I call him big-baby and kiss his cheek. Two of our daughters are above enjoying Buddy and our chick. Here is a complete blog on Buddy .
Why even our hens will crouch down and let us pet them...
Well I must go, Jem and I have a most important meeting. Guiseppe our almost blind little dog is barking, he needs me. It's neat. It's like God takes care of us, He reaches down to us, we reach to the helpless, the vulnerable. Oh what a blessing. We are able to give back that Mercy in praise to the Father, and oh such a great Blessing that is.
Signing off this most beautiful eve at The Forest Cathedral Sanctuary, Good night Loves, ~Amelia