Animals, hope and the cruel world we live in.
I realise a lot of my recent blog entries have been in the form of images and have generally been quite depressive. Guess I'm going through a rough time at the moment. I'm sure in time my blog may seem a little less blue!
I've spent a lot of time thinking these past few weeks, going over things in my life that I've had, or still have. And things I'm trying to keep. I'm the kind of person who really holds onto things - I'm big with sentimental value and treasuring each and every memory. Some of my fondest memories are of my dog Meg.
Unfortunately, last August, she was put to sleep. After 6 months of battling, the time had come. I don't think I've ever been so lost - she was 17 years old, so basically, my entire life had been shared with her. Some people fail to understand the bond between a pet and it's owner, but this was even higher than this - I had literally grown up with her, she even shared my room. I genuinely still think I'm recovering from the loss, even now almost a year later.
RIP Meg - Never Forgotten
Since then my Mam and I have tried other dogs in the house (even a puppy, he was gorgeous) but we don't seem lucky enough to keep one. I'm allergic to most animals, I really think we were blessed with Meg - the only animal I seemed to have no reaction to, which has made it next to impossible to get a new pet. Not as a replacement, but just something - the house is so empty without her.
Anyway, while I was wasting time reading random news stories online, I came across this (Not for sensitive readers!) which basically outlines a case of animal cruelty worse than any I've known - a dog shot in the head multiple times and buried alive, left outside to die by it's owners. I don't understand how people can be so heartless - what I would give to have Meg back for another few months, and they are willing to ruin an innocent dog's life without remorse. Words can't explain how much it got to me reading that, Star even looks a little like Meg. But Star somehow survived the trauma, amazingly enough. It really opened my eyes to things - perhaps miracles do happen after all.
A week later I noticed the group I had joined on Facebook offering support for Star had posted an update - Star had sadly passed away. I felt the flood of anger at the abusers come straight back to me tenfold. While it's great that Star had a brief but appreciated time of being looked after (and treated like a star) , it's shocking that people so worthless can play God, ripping life from animals like that.
It's difficult to have hope sometimes, and reading stories like that of real people capable of such horrors really doesn't make the world seem any brighter. I think it's important though, to always look for hope wherever you can find it. And if you have a pet, treasure each and every second - you'll be lost without them. Give them the life that Star could have had, but wasn't given the chance.