|"It's a hard life, being so tiny"|
According to the Humane Society of the United States, around 2.7 million dogs and cats (3% of the American population), are euthanized in rescue shelters each year. While giving their all to saving these innocent souls, quite often a point is reached - especially when the ideal scenario of re-homing becomes unlikely, the owners decide euthanasia a more viable option; than a continual suffering within the financially threadbare conditions, of a non-profit rescue shelter. They have to live with the knowledge of a soul departed, purely because somewhere along the lines - ignorance metaphorically stepped on them, without considering the impact. Much like the wandering snail, while one cat or dog's life may not seem important; when placed in a number of 2.7 million, it is the most important thing in the world, to that solitary one.
Last night, I travel home on the tube; avoiding the heavy English rain. To my surprise, I see a vulnerable baby snail; lost in the middle of a busy carriage. Certain he is doomed at any moment, I safely pick him up and place him on my knee. At our journeys end, I sneak him outside the station into daylight; the naughty snail didn’t buy a ticket, then place him safely on a wet patch of corner grass, and say goodbye. While it doesn’t make up for all the snails I unintentionally crushed, I hope this fella makes it through; finding noms and adequate shelter for the evening. If the pain of crushing a life is like carrying a ten-story brick house on my shoulders, the clarity of saving another, feels like resting on a dozen comfortable clouds. I then remember; as much as the pain of suffering is heightened in death, so is the joy of wonder in the sanctity of giving life, aswell.
I just wanted to remind everybody of this...
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