by turning off evil
Been kind of sad lately. Maybe even a bit depressed. I
can’t see how anyone can not feel a bit down after
reading or watching the latest news. What story am I
talking about? On what day? It doesn’t matter, the
stories don’t really seem to change, just the places and
the names change.
I read about the torture of an eight week old puppy. His
paws tied together and placed in a bag, on a door handle
of a charity shop. I read an article about a cat who was
choked to death with a rope. Pets aren’t the only ones
Almost daily shootings in America. Everyone seems to
say that it is the worst one in the history of these events.
I read an article about a 22 year old golfer, doing what
she loved. Playing golf, early in the morning. She is
assaulted and murdered by a cowardly homeless man
who fantasied about raping and killing a woman.
The inhumanity isn’t just confined to America. In 2017, Manchester, England had a terrorist attack. Many young people,
children , as well as parents and other adults were killed. One homeless man came out of it like a hero. Supposedly helping
the victims. People felt so good about his courage that they donated money to get him off the streets. Over £30,000 was
raised. Then the truth came out. He wasn’t helping the victims, he was stealing from the injured and the dying.
On my train ride home I read an article where a dad killed his six year old daughter because she wanted to go home to her
mummy’s house because she wasn’t feeling well. Out of jealously, he killed his own daughter.
It is hard, almost impossible to keep up with world events without hearing about the evil that seems to surround us. Many
stories leave me with tears. I see photos of big game hunters, holding their guns with big smiles sitting next to an elephant
they killed. Is that really hunting?
The animal stories affect me a lot. I read them and then think of our cat. A rescue cat, who when he first moved in with us,
hated the world. He’d hiss at us and let it be known that he didn’t trust us and certainly didn’t want us.
We knew his story before we agreed to take him home. He was abandoned and lived on the streets. During the winter of
2017, he found homes that had cat flaps and would enter those homes. Not for food but rather just for warmth and shelter.
When home owners tried to get him outside, he couldn’t understand why. They already had a cat why couldn’t he stay? He
ended up attacking the cats and their owners, just trying to stay warm. Some caring people would put food outside for him but
he never touched it, instead he would just venture into a home.
Eventually, he was captured and handed over to The Cat Protection Society and put in a cattery waiting for someone to adopt
him. Many people avoided him because of his hiss and his general angry appearance. We wanted to give him a try and within
three months we ended up with a trusting, loving and caring house cat.
When I read about pets being killed I think about our baby and can’t help but cry… wondering how close to death he was.
I’ve come to the point that maybe reading the newspaper or watching the evening news isn’t for me. There just seems to be to
much hate and anger in the world, with very few answers on how to stop it.