Today I am heading into the city to be part of a protest rally against the use of animals to test party pills (legal highs). It is one of a large number of protests around New Zealand today, the largest ever combined rally for animal welfare in this country.
The thought of using animals to test party pills just appalls me, with not the least reason being that animals react differently to humans with these concoctions, so other than to harm innocent beings it seems a waste of time. Some animals die from the testing. I’m inclined to say that if people want party pills then they should test them on themselves. But then that allows no compassion for those who get caught up in that scene without really wanting to be there.
I’m learning to speak the truth, even when my voice shakes, and being part of this rally is one way of doing that. I don’t plan on saying anything but the ‘voice shaking’ bit for me comes in the form of going to a crowd gathering. Crowds just do my head in. I struggle enough at the supermarket on a quiet day, and I mostly do my best to stay away from anything at which a crowd might gather.
I’m not a particularly anxious person. I don’t have panic attacks (or I haven’t for a very long time). I’m just not confident around people, especially people I don’t know. A crowd seems to close in on me and I have the sense that I just don’t belong, and that I need to escape and get out. I can’t remember when I last went to some type of protest gathering, although I regularly have strong feelings of support for them. I just haven’t been able to get past my ‘voice shaking’.
What makes this one different? I have a growing concern for the welfare of animals because of a number of things I have recently witnessed. To see an animal treated cruelly, or with indifference breaks my heart and fills me with anger. In the past I wouldn’t support any cruelty but it wasn’t a personal issue to me, until I spent 12 years of my life living with this little lady.
Meet Penny. If you’ve been following my blog for a while you might have met her before. This is actually a painting of Penny, as a kitten, done from a photograph by a good friend and talented artist. Penny was my first pet. She’s passed on now (about 18 months ago) but she will always be my first-born. I love her dearly. She taught me so much about compassion and accepting each other. Penny never had the opportunity to have kittens but she cared for me in a way that left my jaw dropping open. Yes, she was a cat and could be as indifferent as any cat, but she also loved me and was constantly there for me, particularly when I was unwell. She saved my life at one point, simply by being with me and giving me a reason to live.
It’s difficult sometimes to put aside the teachings and beliefs that we grow up with. I just took for granted that, as I was taught, animals were down the scale of importance compared to humans. Humans were on the top of the hierarchy of beings, and all animals were beneath. Not as important. Animals were on earth to provide for humans. Animals did not have a soul and that is what put them down a peg or two. They were less than me.
I don’t believe that anymore, and mostly that has come from the lessons Penny taught me. My personal belief is that all animals are created equal, and are worthy of as much care as any person. It feels (coming from my background) like almost blasphemy to say that. I know it’s not a unique viewpoint, but to come from where I came, it is in some ways turning my back on my beliefs. Again, my voice shakes. If we are in any way superior in any of our functioning it is only so that we may care for other beings.
I didn’t have pets while I was growing up, except for a mouse for about two hours, and guinea pigs for about two days (another story). We were told we couldn’t have pets because Dad was allergic to cats and a dog wasn’t allowed either… something to do with shifting cities every few years for Dad’s job. Actually I think my parents just weren’t people who could see the value of animals.
I can remember asking my Dad (a minister) where animals went when they died. I ‘understood’ that people went to heaven but because animals didn’t have a soul, then they just died. End of story. Hmm.
I believe that Penny is in, what I understand to be, heaven. I believe she’s there with my father. They died about eight months apart and in spite of Dad’s allergy to cats, he never had a problem with Penny. Actually he loved Penny, and he was the only other human she would go near. This is my view but it’s okay if you don’t see it that way. Really.
Penny taught me a lot of things, but mostly that each creature (including me) are equal. We all deserve to be safe and treated with compassion, animals maybe more because for some they don’t always have the environment or ability to care for themselves. I hate the idea of animals not being treated with love, and I hate the idea of them being used as test subjects for party pills or any other substance. It’s wrong.
I don’t have any pets at the moment, because of uncertainty caused by living in a house with substantial earthquake damage. I’m trying to hold off getting any until I have the repairs done (whenever that is). But I miss having an animal in the house. They are so intuitive. More so than us, often. Right now I make the most of my time with Duncan, my brother’s dog. He has become very special to me, even though I only see him about once a week. He’s young, he’s exuberant but he’s loves his humans very much. I don’t believe for a minute that he is beneath me somehow, or that he doesn’t have a soul.
“Man is the cruelest animal.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
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