ALL IN THE FAMILY
Are chickens and turkeys and pigs and cows and steer and lambs and sheep aware when they are about to be slaughtered?
Do fish know when they sink their jaws into the hook or become trapped in the net that they will no longer ride the waves or bask in the sparkling sun, that they will soon be beheaded and gutted, cleaned and scraped. that they never again will travel in schools with their brothers and sisters?
Does a deer or a scampering rabbit, a duck or a goose realize that, at the blast of a bullet their life on earth will come to an end? Does a clawing lobster feel searing pain as it is immersed in boiling water by a lipsmacking lover of its succulent flesh?
Do the creepy, crawling bugs or the industrious ants, the wasps, the bees, the flies and fleas, sense impending doom ordained by the swat of a hand or a poison spray?
Are our pets aware as they are placed in the gas chamber that they will no more feel the warmth of a master's embrace, never again be given the opportunity to express their love and compassion to ease the pain of their two-legged friends, to be removed from life simply because they are ill or because there are too many of them and too few of us?
Do trees and flowers and even weeds and all their garden neighbors who thrive in mother's earth feel the woodsman's axe or the gardener's shears or the whirling blades of the lawn mower, the agony of burning chemicals?
Do all these creatures of creation share the same pains as God's two-legged children? Are we and they not all members of the same family?
Do fish know when they sink their jaws into the hook or become trapped in the net that they will no longer ride the waves or bask in the sparkling sun, that they will soon be beheaded and gutted, cleaned and scraped. that they never again will travel in schools with their brothers and sisters?
Does a deer or a scampering rabbit, a duck or a goose realize that, at the blast of a bullet their life on earth will come to an end? Does a clawing lobster feel searing pain as it is immersed in boiling water by a lipsmacking lover of its succulent flesh?
Do the creepy, crawling bugs or the industrious ants, the wasps, the bees, the flies and fleas, sense impending doom ordained by the swat of a hand or a poison spray?
Are our pets aware as they are placed in the gas chamber that they will no more feel the warmth of a master's embrace, never again be given the opportunity to express their love and compassion to ease the pain of their two-legged friends, to be removed from life simply because they are ill or because there are too many of them and too few of us?
Do trees and flowers and even weeds and all their garden neighbors who thrive in mother's earth feel the woodsman's axe or the gardener's shears or the whirling blades of the lawn mower, the agony of burning chemicals?
Do all these creatures of creation share the same pains as God's two-legged children? Are we and they not all members of the same family?
posted by Ed Weiland at 7:56 AM
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