Every morning, you pay a visit to the park, and frolic around the lush green grass. He nips at you playfully. You give him a slap in return, then proceed to chase him down until the both of you begin to pant heavily. He gives in, falling to the ground in a heap as you zero into him.
Then another round of playful pawing and biting begins.
In the distance, a white van pulls to a stop, and from it jumps six menacing-looking men in red shirts, each carrying a long pole with a leash attached to one end.
The both of you sniffed the air, watching warily. No, this is not good at all.
What follows next: a lot of painful yelping and terrified cries.
Then only silence remains.
What gives us the right to play God?
No one thinks twice about putting down stray animals. If they did, they would not have come up with such a solution in the first place. The worst thing is, the animals do not even know why they have to be subjected to such cruelty.
Imagine being given a death execution without knowing why. Much like the slained Brazilian man due to the UK’s recently adopted ‘shoot-to-kill’ policy. What a hoo-hah it created.
Hey, he was an unfortunate man who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Why do you have to care so much about animals?
Wait, is there really a difference?
The dogs lived their own lives, bothering nobody. Simple, innocent lives they led.
Of course, then you will ask – does it have to take a human life to be lost, then only to have action taken against them?
Think about it the next time you chomp happily into your fried chicken drumstick.
What, then why am I not a vegetarian, you ask.
Then I might as well not eat any greens. Plants live too, do they not?
Oh, should I eat stones next?
Life and death. Such complex issues. If everyone could be immortal, maybe the planet will spin off its axis due to the uhm, extra weight. We could face more troubled times – starvation, epidemics, whatnots plaguing every corner of the world.
So, is death necessary? What if there is no such thing as death, or birth, for that matter? You and I will not be here.
Is that how life works? A very ironic thing, actually.
People go around, preaching that life is precious, valuable, treasure it. On the other hand, animals end up in shelters awaiting their death trials, or in cooking pots.
My hands are tied. Why do I have to make my life more complicated than it already is?
Actually, my heart is still smarting from recent events. I still have a lot of questions unanswered – maybe they will be when I meet my maker.
But will we, really?
On another note – yes, it was edited to fit into the small space, but still. I mean, you cannot work in that particular industry, and yet not do something directly related to it, right?