We instinctively know the value of a life.
Though we often become frustrated with our own, or wonder why we are here, somehow a feeling beyond words attests to us that a life is worth protecting.
When we know it’s about to be cut short, or feel cold where once was heat, or remember a life snuffed out by mortal means, our insides protest, tears start, and a feeling of wrongness pervades, even if we can’t give words to the question, “What’s so important about life.”
I held her trembling, fuzzy, furry body against mine, I soothed her fears as I set her in a sterile bathing tub. I eased her through the process, and felt her fear as mine. The tremulous eyes looked into mine, and she trusted my evaluation of the situation as safe.
Then she was snuffed out. Without a judge, jury, or defense and without me able to run to her side, or ask the owner how she could betray her like this, that owner let her go, without even a confirmation of the test.
“Parvo kills 50% of dogs who have it.”
“It’s a long difficult journey to health.”
“Even with early treatment, it’s not an easy disease to beat.”
But didn’t you hold her next to you. Didn’t you feel the life that flowed through her. Didn’t you look into her eyes, and tell her everything would be okay?
You had to have felt that bundle of soft fur. How could you let her go so easily.
She was scared of the world, and trusted at the first word. I will never forget Ember, and somehow she keeps teaching me, that beyond any logical reason, we KNOW, just know, that life is in itself a thing worth guarding.