Good Morning, God!
Such a smile on this dog’s face — I had to take his photo and that brought smiles to his owners’ faces. Actually, he looked happier before I came closer. Here he looks just a wee bit concerned — not worried — but clearly evaluating.
I’ve been thinking about our relationships with animals, God. I’m grateful that dogs were willing to become domesticated both to help us and live with us. And I’m pleased that cats deign to live with us. It’s true, God. Dogs have masters — cats have staff.
At the moment, God, my only real relationship with an animal is with my Mother’s Cat.
But Kit brought up the topic of our “relationships with Dead Animals” when he shared how upsetting it was to read in the July 11, 2011 issue of Delancyplace.com abut the future chefs having to kill the animals that they will later prepare as meals.
I had found that idea distressing too. As Kit said, if we had to kill our own food — we wouldn’t. Of course, God, I can “understand” killing for food. I have friends that do that. And, I understand that wild game is much better for us than feedlot animals. Then too, wild game does have a “life” and a “chance” unlike feedlot animals.
Now, I’m looking at the photo of that dog, God, and remembering how the Nazis who wanted to be part of the Gestapo had to kill the dog they had been given to work with. That was the way they “passed the test.” Aurgh. How did they do it? I suppose that first they had to kill a part of themselves.
I fear, God, that all of us have killed parts of our True Selves. Please, Revive and Restore us.