I read a rather odd story about a pet dog who was given a sex change operation when it was discovered to be hermaphroditic. It gave me pause when I remember the options of poor ole Peewee the chihuahua mutt who was taken to the river and dispatched with a .357 magnum when she got cancer.
Often I see references to individuals being jailed for 'animal rights violations' and I keep seeing that junk yard dog which was tossed with a pitchfork by a fellow who thought it was funny at the time — some 45 years ago.
Then there was the mean donkey said to go down via a greased stick of dynamite with a short fuse inserted in it's rectum then lit with explosive results.
The cruelty of others also occasionally was evident in me.
I recall the massive toad hunts of my childhood and now wishing I would encounter a single one of them ... and when it happens I am so careful with them and relocate them to safety even if I must stop what I'm doing to take care of them.
The seagulls for which I had so much contempt in the Navy now would get similar treatment.
It's a sad notion that we can take so much for granted then rue their absence in later life as though it could bring them back.
I for one am not the cruel fellow I was as a kid. I just wish that the animals being mistreated who can't seem to catch a break ultimately do.
I wish that my personal behavior had been better when I was young. You can sometimes think you're going to live forever and that amends are only for the dying.
I suppose we all evolve and some of us live though a lot more retrospect than we might like for this is certainly me. So many regrets to ponder, so much time to relive that which I'd sooner forget.
Animal rights seem to be relative to what is seen and by whom.