Life

Left Behind

This is not the same dog I referred to in that last entry. But you get the point.

At least people, whether they are able to accept the magnitude of what happened or not, no matter what they convinced themselves the cause was, can grasp what is happening.

These animals, ether abandoned by their owners or separated from them in the chaos, can’t.

Last night in the newsroom as I was talking with one reporter about these animals who are left to fend for themselves, another reporter chimed in when I said I’d never leave my dogs behind.

“So you’d rather die than leave your dog?” she said.

Spoken like someone who doesn’t own one.

“I wouldn’t rather die than anything,” I answered. “But I wouldn’t leave my dogs behind.”

A while back, I was criticized for daring to have an opinion on the subject of child-rearing just because I was not a parent. The person who felt I didn’t have a right to voice an opinion about parenting said that owning pets isn’t the same as raising a child. I had never claimed that it was.

But for some of us, it’s the closest we might ever come. Does that mean that we shouldn’t care about animals just because they aren’t of the same species?

Sorry, but I don’t buy that one.

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Patrick is a Christian with more than 29 years experience in professional writing, producing and marketing. His professional background also includes social media, reporting for broadcast television and the web, directing, videography and photography. He enjoys getting to know people over coffee and spending time with his dog.