I had, well we’ll call it a conversation today with my cousin. He has a small business in pet care, working in a few of the wealthier neighborhoods here. He owns a cat, which he rescued. I distinctly remember when he was picking out his new friend that he didn’t want a cat with any “baggage” shall we say? He wasn’t even interested in a cat with a bobbed tail. I understand that special needs aren’t for everyone, but this is besides the point. The conversation we had was about the horses in Central Park. He doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with the way the carriage horses are being treated and that, because it’s a tradition, the horses should stay. I showed him an article from the HSUS stating that it’s been documented several times by several independent auditors that the horses are being treated inhumanely and therefore pose a threat to the general population – two separate issues. I was then called irrational and insane. (The first thing my cousin actually told me was to shut up.)
This is not the first time I have been called irrational or insane because I was standing up for animal rights or welfare or whichever name you want to stick on it. In fact, I get called insane because I have four pets all from the shelter system – even more so because two have special needs! My father shakes his head when I spend money on my pets for anything more than routine vet visits. I couldn’t believe he actually drove me to one of Steve’s appointments to help resolve her GI troubles!
So why do we get called insane for speaking for those with no voice? I’m sure any number of you have been called insane for spending money on your pet for the amputation surgery or chemo treatments. I applaud each and every one of you for making the decision you made. You are not insane, you are amazing!
You know who is insane? Crab fisherman. Though I suppose there’s even an argument for them because they really love what they do and there’s REALLY good money in it!
I’m insane because there is no money in what I love. Sometimes there’s no reward at all. If the case in NYC goes through and those horses are relieved of their duty, I’ll never get to see the horses enjoying their freedom.
My reward is Steve, right now, laying on the back of the couch just over my shoulder, purring in her half sleep…nope she’s awake. The baseball game I’m listening to on the laptop woke her up! Well, even how cute that was is a reward because she could be asleep anywhere in the apartment and she chose to sleep right here with me.
Irrational… Is it really irrational to ask for responsible breeding of dogs and cats, complete eradication of puppy mills, funding for bringing spay and neuter programs to low income cities, and humane treatment of farm and food animals? If it is, then I’m insane.
I apologize for veering off the tripawd topic, but I had to get that off of my chest. It’s been bugging me all day. Here’s a picture of Steve to bring it back home again: