Jun 19 2008
Do Animals Have Souls? The Answer is…
I’ve asked if animals have souls before, so why should I now think I have an answer?
Writing this post has been a tremendous struggle - I hated every second of it.
- It’s not the post I started to write.
- It’s not the post I ever dreamed I’d write.
- And it’s certainly not the post I ever wanted to write.
So why write it?
To finish a story I started last week.
So if that and the title aren’t big enough clues, I have some bad news - Sarah, the crow we rescued, is dead.
Ania and I are absolutely devastated. We looked after her for only three full days but in that time -
- we saw her character.
- we saw her developing - learning how to drink, to eat.
- we saw her loving life.
We’d have loved to keep her, but knew that was being totally selfish and that her best chance of survival and of living a full life as a wild bird was for us to give her up and take her to a bird sanctuary.
This we did.
Their specialist told us she was healthy and had a good chance of being released.
Just hours later, she was dead.
So what happened that a healthy crow suddenly died?
The sanctuary doesn’t know. They think it was delayed shock from some traumatic incident that happened before we found her, e.g. being harassed by a dog.
Maybe. Maybe not.
The problem is that to us Sarah was a marvel, a treasure, something to cherish for a lifetime
To them, it was just another bird.
Now we have the pain of thinking that if only we’d kept her she’d still be alive. And there’s nothing worse than ‘what if…?’ questions for gnawing away at you, relentlessly reminding you of how you’re to blame.
Of course, she’d have died a terrifying, bloody death from an attack by a fox or dog if we hadn’t found her. We gave her three extra days of life and love.
Consolation?
Yeah, right - the heartache is just melting away!
We learned of her death 10:10p.m. Monday night, in a reply to an email we’d sent asking how she was doing. You can guess how the rest of the night went.
The last thing I did that night was stroke the little box in the bathroom that she’d loved to perch on. Her favourite spot in her favourite room in the house. Only the side of the box was visible as, days ago, Ania had put a bag of insect repellent and sun cream on top that she’d bought for our holiday - the holiday that had led us to Sarah in the first place.
I don’t know why I stroked her box - I’m a down-to-earth, logical guy. (Ania says too logical.) But for some reason it let me feel close to her again - all the hours I’d spent sitting on the floor, watching her perched on that little box.
But the next morning something wonderful and weird happened.
7:40a.m., Ania had left for work and I was in the shower. Suddenly, there was a loud bang. At first, I thought Ania had come back and was rummaging for something. I called her, but there was no answer.
Dripping water everywhere, I stepped out of the shower. And that’s when I saw it!
The bag of sun cream had ‘dropped’ off Sarah’s box and knocked over some of Ania’s toiletries.
I was overwhelmed. The bag could not have ‘dropped’ anywhere. And it certainly wouldn’t have made such a loud noise even if it had. The answer was obvious…
- Sarah had come home and rearranged things so she could sit in her favourite place.
And that’s the truth as far as I’m concerned.
Of course, cynics will say that’s utter crap and that the bag was somehow unbalanced and would have fallen some time because of some thing.
Well, such a lucid, logical argument, how could I not be convinced!?
After my last post about the possibility of animals having souls, people told me incredible tales of their spiritual experiences with the loved ones they’d lost.
So, back to the question - do animals have souls?
If anything else but that bag had fallen, there’d be nothing to talk about. But this was incredibly specific, with incredible timing.
- Do animals have souls?
- Sarah came home. Question answered.
In the past, I’ve tried to save birds that have been hit by cars, orphaned hedgehogs, field mice. That’s ‘tried’ to save…
But this time? This time Ania and I have made a real difference by giving life and a future to a creature that was all but dead. Seconds earlier or seconds later and we would never have found Sarah. Unless it was the next day - scattered feathers and a few bloody bones.
Who says good guys never win?” Saving Sarah. June 12th
How wrong can you be?
We’re so sorry, Sarah. We honestly thought we were doing what was best.
So go. See. Feel. Live.
Steve
P.S. Maybe Sarah hasn’t died in vain. Maybe she can save a life herself with the knowledge she’s passed to us: if ever you try to rear a baby bird be very careful what you feed it. Things like canned dog/cat food can kill it. As can bacon, liver, or cow’s milk. Different birds eat different things, so check. Suitable things for crows are minced red meat, boiled egg and cheese. Don’t forget, they need water, too.
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