Mar 20 2008
Do Animals have Souls?
If they do, so many of them must be crying for all eternity after how we treated them!
What is this?
- A special effects creation from the latest Hollywood monster movie?
- A newly discovered species from the depths of the Amazon jungle?
- An alien hoax?
No.
This is ‘Dany the dog’.
Yes, dog!
As in ‘man’s best friend’. As in a ‘licking your face, jumping for joy when it sees you’ dog. This ‘thing’ could be bringing you your morning paper or chasing your Frisbee in the park. Unfortunately, as Dany learned all too well, Bangkok’s streets are not overflowing with Frisbees, beaming smiles, or loving pats… just pain, suffering, and anguish.
Say hello to Oogy. Or what’s left of him. He’s not Oriental, but as American as mom’s apple pie. When he was a puppy his owner staked him to the ground so he couldn’t run, couldn’t hide. couldn’t fight, then used him to train pitbulls how to rip apart other animals. When Oogy could take no more punishment, he was thrown in a cage and left to die.
This is ‘Dog’. No one knows his real name. No one knows his age. No one knows where he came from. We know how he died though - starvation. He was a living ‘sculpture’ in a Nicaraguan art gallery. A Costa Rican ‘artist’ decided that the easiest route to fame was to do something outlandish - the curse of the talentless! He caught poor Dog on the streets of Managua, tied him up in a gallery, and never fed him ever again, so visitors could marvel at what it was like for a living thing to die of starvation. I’m sure Picasso would be jealous of such genius!
- Science would have us believe that there is no soul as there is no evidence to support the existence of such.
- Religion would have us believe that only Man is important enough to possess a soul as everything else is subordinate to him and, therefore, utterly inconsequential.
- Philosophy would have us believe that there is no logical argument to support the existence of the soul, therefore, it does not exist.
Science, religion, philosophy - the three great pillars of Mankind that define who we are and what we could become…
Yet still most of us believe in a human soul without question.
When animals suffer such hell on earth, ALWAYS at our hands, isn’t it arrogant of us to believe that only we are destined to defy the laws of logic and science so we can revel in some glorious afterlife?
And if there is a God, would He lovingly populate His world with creatures knowing they’d suffer their entire lives and only receive release by being wiped from existence? Or would He believe that ALL His creations deserved to be embraced by His love in heaven?
Thanks to a successful international appeal, Dany was saved. She was fed, received medication, and sent to live out her life on the paradise island of Ko Samui. Or that was the plan. Unfortunately, her years of untold suffering had wreaked such a toll that she died just hours away from a life of luxury.
Oogy was rescued, underwent extensive reconstructive surgery, and finally… adopted. He’ll never again be clawed or gnashed or beaten in the name of sport, but will be loved and pampered and played with as if he really has died and gone to heaven.
Dog is dead. No one stormed the art gallery to rescue him. No one ignored the gallery’s instructions and threw him food. No one put a bullet in his head to release him from his agony. The ‘artist’ is rumoured to have another animal ready for exhibition. Will anyone act this time?
So, are Dany and Dog in heaven? Are they basking in paradise after a life of hell on earth with us? Do animals have souls?
When you look at the atrocities visited upon every living thing on this planet by Mankind, the answer is only too obvious: the question is not do animals have a soul, the question is do we!?
So, go. See. Feel. Live.
Steve
Steve-N-Lee.com
P.S. This post is particularly poignant.
In 1996, I met a quirky Polish woman whilst holidaying in Spain. Unlike most holiday romances this one flourished and Ania now lives with me in England. Back home in Warsaw, a few weeks after we’d met in ‘96, Ania found a tiny ball of black fluff in her garden - a kitten. She took it in and named it after the nightclub in which we’d met - Papa Whisky.
When she moved to England, Papa stayed in Warsaw with Ania’s mum, but he’s always been ‘our’ cat and very, very special to both of us.
Poor Papa has been sick recently with kidney trouble so we’ve been researching relatively cutting edge treatments to help him - plans to be finalized during an Easter visit this week.
Unfortunately, no one appreciated the urgency of the matter. I finished drafting this post around 2:00pm on Sunday; 2:35pm Papa collapsed and died in Ania’s mum’s arms.
“This post is for you, Papa. There’ll always be a bowl of Felix waiting for you.
We miss you, little Black Cat.”
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